(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!
*
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!
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
