Poetry Diary: Part 1. ) A Tangled Web of Love . . .

The Ragged Writings of Everland . . .

A green leaf in drought---

Hard ripped from a bent twig

But sent flying---

A rosebud in situ---

Cruel plucked from a thorn bush

And taken deeper---

My soul untouched is safe

But that’s not

What it was created for   

POETRY DIARY: PART ONE: THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND:  Joy in life, that ineffable happiness that truly satisfies our heart, does not come from ‘playing it safe.’ We were not designed to crave safety, but adventure! This desire is inherent in us, and our exciting experiences grow from what we have ‘planted’ in our lives. So the seeds of our adventure, just like plant seeds, must be buried in the dark, if they are to grow and shoot out into life and light and provide us with a vibrant tree of life on the cutting edge of light.

    But ‘the dark’ - the unknown - is not an easy place in which to live to wait for an inexplicable harvest of joy; but, it is worth it! I know. I have lived there.    It is from this time in seeming ‘dark’ that all my ”ragged writings” have come and brought me joy.
    But the language in which they are written is strange.    Because, if we write, out of our spirit, at first the things which come there are largely incomprehensible to our earth-bound finite minds and we reject them as nonsense. But in my own inner-writing, and in some of my more complex ”ragged writings,” lines, which at first appear difficult, or incomprehensible will gradually reveal their meaning and dawn within, as you read consecutively through this book (and this blog.) And you’ll make discoveries that delight and find treasure where you had never thought to look. Enjoy!
 

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THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND: VOLUME THREE: ARKIAHH DREAMING:  (Vol.3/ 3. &  4.)

3. A Tangled Web of Love

A TANGLED web of love:

The quicksilver cloth I am taken of---

Its lacings tightening form a canopy:

Love’s overhanging branches

Forming a hidden bower within us

From trees lightly finding their place

In our daily round

And in all our suspect places---

Standing tall and firm and growing

In their good ground

Within the substance of our proud graces---

Trees that are our capacities for loving

Evidence of all our uprisings of passionate longing

Our stands of willow yearnings

Our ashes of aspen and rowan breathings

Bringing us tangled into love’s own domain

Taking us snared into love’s confusions of passion

Weaving bliss into all our burnt offerings there

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4. The Falcon and the Lark

WHAT IF your life was turned upside down?

What if we had previously got it, back to front?

What if a skylark should love a falcon?

The prey, love the predator?

Should a daisy fear being picked

By the hand of a little child

If it were lifted up and adored?

Why fear the thing you fear

If being consumed ignited your life

And lifted you up to touch the stars!

Why fear the hand that sets you free?   

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THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND: VOLUME ONE:   (Vol. 1/ 1; 2; 3.)

1. Far Runs the River

FAR RUNS the river that takes her willing captives speechless

Upon all high hills their sacraments of peace

Yet past, bright crimson halls and lost voices

They pour forth from veiled altars buried deep

For onward, ever onward will she sweep them all away

Until the fall of every hill breaks through the bar of ages

And sets them free

Then past from floundering awhile the captives leap

They understand and let all their broken dreams

Fall through their fingers like sand

Loosed from every hold these shattered hopes

Then find their several voices

Till transformed above, their selfish selves forsaken

Their sound is heard

And love’s comprehending captives

Made transparent by the stream

Speak out life’s hidden truths and voyage on 

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2. Clouds Follow Stars

CLOUDS FOLLOW STARS in filmy coverings of flesh

Hope bringing his own content

To harbours steeped in everlasting peace

Whither fly the sparrows from your altars buried deep

Conflagrations of incense expand there

Following before to keep your faltering flight

Where will I find the sum of a sparrow lost?

Floating on strings that through love’s dust

Will change in pulling her along

Hushed the brave sleep and there fulfill their frail song

For then will they come to him and fall

Helped in each descending stair to rest in peace

                        

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3. Cast the Bridges

CAST THE BRIDGES that ply the bright seas

Sweeping proud ashes beneath its streams

They go past unnoticed with hazy bent wings

And cease not to lose their footing for the light they bring

Scalloped the fringes of silvered seas

Surging lace filigrees that unloose tight seams

Passing all marbled halls their veiled voice stays

And seals up the hollow canyons left by their waves

Loosed the moonbeams on all bare shores

Bringing new aligns to our poor peppered bites                          

For by lingering light the heated wealth lies taken

And all peoples’ hoarded gain by revelation lies forsaken

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