Poetry Diary: Part 4.) Pushing the limits and going deeper . . .

(New Poems below...)

POETRY DIARY: PART FOUR: 

Going Further 

HOW EASILY AND UNCONSCIOUSLY creative expression becomes enmeshed in conventional practice and current trends put up walls. But all around us are living pictures of ourselves, which can give insight into that crippling universal reality and set us free. As it is in the world of nature, so is it in all things: - 

  The living ‘flowers,’ of a single ‘plant,’ come to ‘bloom’ for awhile then die for new ones to flourish. In their continually necessary, temporal cycle of life and death continuous renewal, and the way of LIFE for all things! But, we are not so wise as the flowers!! We hang on to ‘the stem,’ refuse to fall, and miss out on what’s next. But not so the flowers! They know, this is the way of things, and fall happily; and therefore, they continue flowering! And, Solomon, we are told, ‘in all his glory,’ was not so wonderfully or wisely arrayed as one of these! 

   In no way aspiring to be instrumental here, perhaps, it might be true, that without pushing the limits, without crazy-seeming innovation and experiment, people and literature, and all forms of art, would stagnate ~ and without knowing it ~ because you can’t know something, without something to know it by. If you cannot recognize it, how can you tell whether you are doing it, or not? Stagnating, or not? So, maybe, we ought not to resent or resist those things which we cannot yet understand ~ even though fearing The Unknown is a natural human instinct ~ but rather brave that intangible place, plunge into its dark, and delight in it: and increase within, the wherewithal to know it by! Else, what will we gain from sticking to our pride’s right to comprehend everything before we approve of it? We will gain only diminishing pools of reluctant water and perpetually paralyze our powers of perception. But anyone who has once learned to surrender their impressions finds a new world forming there, where they let go, and an eager surge of lively water, rising in a new awakening!

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THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND: VOLUME THREE:  ARKIAHH DREAMING:  (Vol. 3 / 9.(b.); 10; 11.(a.); 11.(b.); 11.(c.); 25.)

9. (b.) Born of the Spirit

YOU HAD NOT to wait too long

Or worry it would not come

The inspiration that gave you

The illusive words you looked for

Within the secret world you lived in

As the branch cannot help but wave in the wind

Unresisting you moved . . .

In not thinking you knew you received

As the wind blows and you know not

Where it comes from or where it is going

So is everyone who is born of the Spirit

Bound as one with the Wind

Tied as two in the Branch

Creating the living thing

Was in you as unconscious as breathing

You did not even know when you had begun

Or when, or where you had finished!

            

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10. Created Out of Nothing

WHAT WAS created out of nothing---

Was full of everything

What was created out of love

Contained all that was needed---

Love was everything

Love, taking everything away, but itself

Was a Book of Answers in riddles 

Giving all of itself---to find them out

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11. (a.) The Land Ends, the Water Falls

WHERE THE LAND ends---the water falls

All my earthly effort gone---my spirit upward soars:

The fall---and rising again

The needed thing---its lack attracts:

All my asking done---the thing is given

Never one without the other

Where life fell true---and so---rose again

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11. (b.)  Kaleidoscope Wrestling

This love which wrestles in my pool of lights:

Time in a kaleidoscope of coloured glass

This wheel which turns my light to puzzling dark

A patterned picture forms from lighted brokenness

New life shining out of former darkened order

From shattered fragments bent by light in truth

One turn---one flickering light---one moment there

And all my pain---turned over

Making crazy sense

Love’s inner wrestling wheel---life turns

And all my parts of knowing spin---a whole

One patterned way of seeing---passing over

For another---and over and over---

And I dance inside---

As coloured glass in liquid form

Goes pouring through my veins as burning oil

It takes all the cracked and shining bits of me

To form the whole---and make of brokenness

The better maker of beauty than any flawless image

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The moon descends the nightlight changes

My own light darkens as my sight’s dangerous

The Sun arises daylight broadens---

He---seeing for me as his light brightens

And seeing's---safe---seeing with my eyes shut   

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11. (c.) Jacob Wrestling

The letting go of one---for the other

And lights falling upon lights

One clearer than another

Yet each dark by comparison

With the one above it

From which it receives its light

But---we won’t let go

The one rung on our ladder

For the other which is above it

We won’t let go of what we have

For what we haven’t:

It is still as darkness to us

Because we haven’t got it 

And so, we reject it:

We turn back

Step down

And travel earthwards

The truth offends

That’s why we have so little of it

All our knowledge

Is as darkness to him who is light

All that I can ever know

Is as darkness

In comparison with his incomparable light---

We have it for a moment and it’s gone

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25.  To Keep Going

TO KEEP GOING and not give up

To take the flack and not fling it back:

The stuff of jaded jewels in velvet

And the pricelessness of patience

In being wise as serpents

Harmless as doves

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