Gahmuret and The Lady Herzeloyde… a Poem

An open door, a quick glance with peripheral eyes
A question’s asked, ‘Is there a fish about?’
Be quiet my wanting heart… but it’s too late, it sees its other
The mind can’t begin to understand what the heart knows.

The Quiet Mind

The Roaring Silence

Dum Tacet Clamat
“While he is silent he shouts!”

In his silence, not a sound is heard yet the mind roars on and on, a never-ending barrage of incessant thoughts repetitive in kind from days present and days gone by. All words that were ever spoken are present evermore in time and space. So while he is silent he shouts of everything he ever thought or said or heard.

Poe’s Ligeia- A Short Discourse

Anyone who has read Edgar Allan Poe can attest to his use of the English language to convey beauty as poignant and surreal to whatever situation life may reveal. His sense of the macabre is elegant and alluring, so much so that we see ourselves as the very target of ethereal forces at work.

The story of ‘Ligeia’ represents Poe’s fascination with love and the occult, the hidden side of life not often visited but which can unexpectedly manifest itself into the realm of the living. Love is enchanting at first and then assembles a castle of obsession. This theme is well represented in the very name of ‘Ligeia’, which borrows heavily from its origins as one of the Sirens in Greek mythology enticing sailors with alluring melodies and enchanted singing, causing blind obsession for the hypnotic sounds as the victims sail closer and closer, only to fall off the cliffs and drown.

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“We cannot change anything unless we accept it.”
-Carl Jung

“My boat strikes something deep, at first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; or perhaps everything has happened and I am sitting in my new life.”
-Rumi

Daydreams of Shiva

 A poem about the eternal…

In domestic environs
So sweet but so numb
I think you have sought
A dance with my thoughts
My thoughts that lay deep
In the deepest of sleep.

You came from a void
And not just for naught

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.                                              C.S. Lewis

We read to know we’re not alone.                          C.S.Lewis

Onward To the Palace Of Wisdom… Compassion

Our life is a circle that takes us back home, to the essence of innocence, but with the knowledge that living begets… the eternal search for the Grail. – JC

The quest for the meaning of life is that there isn’t meaning; it is the journey, the path, and ultimately the experience of being alive. The experience is groundless and being mindful and joyful in this labyrinth of sorrows is the “trick”, as the Buddha would say.

Still others believe the meaning will avail itself only when every living creäture reaches enlightenment. Thus, the work of the Bodhisattva is not completed until that promised day.

A Blue Ocean

Letters travel across a blue ocean
Ascending toward the zenith   
Fluidity gives meaning between words
A continuous song from the misty sea
In between the meaning is heaven’s gate
Where Andromeda keeps her watch
I hear a blackbird sing upon arrival
A hawk glides overhead, it knows your name
Words have a way of telling more than we know
The ocean doesn’t seem so wide tonight.

For Little Bird

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The Presence of Christmas

Again the ghost sped on, above the black and heaving sea… on, on… until, being far away, as he told Scrooge, from any shore, they lighted on a ship. They stood beside the helmsman at the wheel, the lookout in the bow, the officers who had the watch; dark ghostly figures in their stations; but every man among them hummed a Christmas tune, or had a Christmas thought, or spoke below his breath to his companions of some bygone Christmas day, with homeward hopes belonging to it. And every man on board,

So Long Andromeda

Deep inside an old well
A perfect mansion exist
In the quiet of a stillness
At the heart of this world

One day I looked upon it
And I thought to move in
But for reasons unknown
I couldn’t stay long

Though I tried at will
To understand all the rules
Is my home in this world
Or the building out there