(Poetry/ Vol. 1. ) One Single Dot of Seeding Earth

Metamorphosis

One single dot of seeding Earth

One thought which brings another

And from the underside of the written page

[EGG]

What was on it hatches out

One worm, one active creative idea

Which crawling through, brings another with it

[CATERPILLAR]

What was there ties me up and ravells

And in my own wormy thoughts

I spin my own darkness 

[CHRYSALIS]

I wrestle in the strengthening dark

Given to form me there, where I fight to turn

And of my own dark I am born anew

[BUTTERFLY]

I am made a new sharp threshing instrument

Having teeth; I fly; I eat, I scatter

Old threads of darkness to the four winds

[AIRBORNE]

I fuse with Love; I lay my dots of Heaven                               

On the underside of the written page

Where hid things are

Baring secrets waiting to be born

[REPRODUCTION]

I am fragile, I fall to Earth

My wings were made of light

My heart of deepest destiny

That in death I live 

[DUST TO DUST]

I rise again, no spot or dot

No wrinkled thought-cases for wormy content

And mine by grace, things which are not

To bring to nought things that are

[ASHES TO ASHES]

Eight are left me . . .

For of Love, eight were given me . . . 

[ LIFE! ]

The Saga of Amethyst Poetry / Part Two: The Ragged Writings

 ‘The Ragged Writings of Everland:  A collection of poetic writing’

       A 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!

  An explanation: a piece of 'ragged writing' which upon first reading appears incomprehensible, will to the diligent searcher slowly render its secret treasure upon each subsequent reading; enlarging the faculties of the inmost being to taste and eat of a whole new kind of fare. If we will but let go the incessant demand of our intellect to understand something before we can enjoy it, we might develop the spiritual capacities that are within us instead – the ones which make us who we truly are – the exercise of which will bring a more satisfying reward than we could imagine.

      It is hard. But narrow a river and it will flow for you more swiftly. Over feeding the intellect has hindered the heart. Help a butterfly escape from its cocoon, and it dies. Its wings never develop.  It needed its struggle to fly.

    Read without wanting. Read as though being read, yourself. These writings are as looking-glass stones, reflecting back at you whatever you see in them. You could work them out, with some mental effort; or you could soak them in, with no effort at all; in both ways are treasures. Most of all you will discover, to your joy that you are given out of not demanding to understand.   

‘Everland:’

       A definition and explanation: Everland: the internal Land through which we ever journey onward, and always ‘further up and further in;’ her shores are as mystical as Avalon, and her waters as dark as Annwn in the elusive quest for the beyond; her interior as timeless and real, as heaven on earth.