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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