Showing posts with label heart surrender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart surrender. Show all posts

Friday, 18 September 2015

V. 2. / 13.) Grasped The Work Of Life Its Challenge Pain




Grasped the work of life its challenge pain
Accepted by the lilies of a wider field
And understood by them
Life within was as a trophy to be won
And the challenge not for the fainthearted
For the work of it was extreme at the least
Few could know or understand it
For its work was rest the work surrender
Peace exposing pride love winning all

And the contrast in the un-work of life
The lilies toiling not, nor spinning
In their play of light and dark
Their changing...
Not knowing which was which...
Heaven with them...
Coming sweeping away all the wisdom
Of the Earth moving above and beyond it
Time was, time is; now time is come...

Coming both as predator and prey
The falcon and the lark, the lion and the lamb
Taking the turned one, and turned around
The pursued loving the pursuer
The offence dismissed
And the back-to-front of the counting-fall
The upside-down... now inside-out



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Friday, 26 September 2014

The Saga of Amethyst Poetry / Part Eight: Finding Another Language

     Our inner light comes in nuances, and according to our heart’s level of surrender. As in a style of impressionistic painting, the artist finds it not important to reproduce what he sees according to its outer context – he instinctively knows the inner context is the thing to grasp – he sacrifices the outer natural form for the abstraction; for a diffusing of the beauty he sees within it.  It all flows together; but, it is revealed only little by little. He instinctively dissolves the forms in his painting so that they cannot be too easily perceived by the outer self; which all too quickly judges and discards; he would be known only in that most holy place within where was no judgment, only wonder. Like the abstract painter, the inner writer finds another language. Inadvertently he stumbles upon another way of communicating truth. Another place where the emotions, which were renewed by surrender, could ‘read’ words they could not understand, but which would stir the spirit, deep within.