Poetry Diary: Part 2. ) Seeing with your Eyes Shut . . .

              Light and Life in the Unknown . . . 

9. Seeing with your Eyes Shut

We see---and yet do not see

We see with our eyes open

We see not---and we see

Our eyes shut to our own perception

Open to one greater---

Eyes within eyes and a new world entered

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(More New Poems below...)

POETRY DIARY: PART TWO: THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND 

Definition: n. a “ragged writing” is basically a poem rejected: being as it is an affront to the intellect because the most used part of the mind can’t make much sense of it.  

     Some years ago I submitted a few of my poems to a poetry society and had received a sadly scathing reply in return: it seemed people could not understand them; and this was a problem. 

   So the rejected poems I began to call ‘ragged writings’ because I was left in tatters. Mortified I gave up. Misunderstood and confused I didn’t write in this vein for another two years. Then, turning it around, choosing to count it all joy, love filtered through and understanding came; and with it acceptance of my strangeness and I began again where I had left off.  

   The sap rose once more... and more powerfully for having endured such a harsh winter. Up through the stem, the fiery pillar in the dark came ‘the force that through the green fuse drives the flower;’ (Dylan Thomas) and in renewed creative energy new leaves of writing began to appear from the pruned branches of my broken life. Only now it seemed, that from a surface perspective my ‘ragged writings’ were harder than ever to decipher; and were perhaps even more incomprehensible. But that didn’t matter. I knew it was all right: delight washed over all that I wrote: I knew I was where I was meant to be -- in the unknown with love. And in love, all pervading, all present and all knowing confidence revived: the door opened. 

   If art went abstract, but not without a battle, couldn’t poetry, also; and ‘the rejection-battle’ be quite normal -- as it is in any living process of onward development and change? Although, these poems are not abstract: every line is full of known and intended meaning. I had simply discovered that my heart, torn asunder, could carry my mind’s every finding, further and deeper, and that it wasn’t necessary for the outer parts of it to understand: the measure of ‘value’ had entered a new arena.  

   I was shown the primary purpose of these poems: 

   It was not so much that they be literally understood, but that they are literally stood under: making us littler! For the littler we are, the lighter we become; and the lighter we become, the happier we are; which isn’t by more, but by less.                    

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THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND:  VOLUME THREE:  ARKIAHH DREAMING:  
(Vol.3/ 9; 12; 6; 14; 8; 1; 5.)

12. Aligned in Rows

ALIGNED IN ROWS the seeds were sown

In cryptic lines of fallow furls of earth

And only those that grew in dark

Found life in death and from the earth

Rose in words of living light in rows of flesh

And flourished there---

All those whose words were not their own---

Until in time they fell---the full head of wheat

And worked a rising thing---of life complete

In circled secrets the sower sows his seed

Aligned in rows in ever deepening lines of sight

In fallow furls of earth in cycled turns of life and death 

   

                                          

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                        6. Alone

ALONE--- and almost not lonely

Cast aside--- but only waiting

Dropped like a plummet line

Measuring vanity

And stripped like scapegoat

Assessing deceit

Stretched out and cut in half

Mirroring souls

Pain in my inner wealth

Stripped of friends

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     14. Where there is Space

Alone--- in the unknown of light---

Fearless in wisdom--- un-crowded

Dark closed caves in mountains

Bright lit caverns in hills---

Places of inner myth and legend

And the uncomfortable holds

Of knowledge---few would treasure---

Where flow the tears of heaven---

But from the ruts in the road

And the hollows in the sea---

Where there is space---

There is hope of a pouring-in

Where there is space in me---

There is room for grief

You have taught me what space is

And I learn of you---

How to let you make it in me---

Everywhere---

For where there is none

I cannot be lonely---

And without being lonely

I cannot fathom the gifted depths

You have given me to roam---

Yet so lonely am I---

One vast ocean of space in me---

So much loneliness---

Room in me for sense and sensitivity

Like nothing else

                              

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8. Falling through the Daylight

FALLING THROUGH the daylight

And taking me with it---

The breathing streams of your love---

That through eternity

Touch the very marrow

Of my earthly existence

Lifting me nearer

Clasping me closer

Giving me the all of life

That I might never be parted from you

Never having left your side

Not since---

There was ever any beginning---

All my breathing done for me

In me---

Before ever I was made       

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1. Love Never Entered Deeper

LAST BUILT of all beginnings was the twelfth

Which was amethyst of shining royal purple

And in there, in that final foundation was faith 

All utter and terrible as an army with banners

And things not lawful to mention on the earth

Were there, full-unknown to the minds of men

But hid in God, in him who is all light and love

Where nothing that wasn't given from the first

Can be found, where all is of and in him and 

Nothing that wasn't pure was ever there, at all

And there all hid she speaks of a ray a true one

For no shaft of piercing love ever entered her 

Deeper: no shaft of piercing light ever brighter

And never of the like ever heard in God, at all

No other love ever entered her deeper

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5. To Have a Hope and No Regrets

TO HAVE a hope and no regrets

To have given everything

And know it’s nothing---

To be secure in not-knowing

Assured of your own calling

To take the burden lightly

That was beyond bearing---

And know that one was unworthy

Of any of these---

A moon-path that always follows you

A star that was always there

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