passion seems to be a common phenomena on this here thread...that's poets for ya! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
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passion seems to be a common phenomena on this here thread...that's poets for ya! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Here is another one from "ten poems to change your life"
The Time Before Death
by Kabir
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think... and think... while you are alive.
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time
before death.
If you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do you think
ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will rejoin with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten--
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the
City of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next
life you will have the face of satisfied desire.
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!
Kabir says this: When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that
does all the work.Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
Nearly on the fells; well I knew they were somewhere over there on my headtorch-half-hour.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Nice to get out after a hectic week, and now I've got my glass of red it is all the better still.
Freecycle exchange
Thank you. Better drink it quick
It might just go off.
Demolition
We can drop this building into a biscuit tin,
all forty storeys, everything's planned,
down to the last inch: the pre-repairs,
the pattern of charges:
nitro-glycerine, dynamite, RDX.
We study it for days,
from high ground or the tops of other buildings,
sorting our delay paths, checking sequences from other jobs. It's an intuition. A sixth sense.
We take the whole thing down in our heads.
Then we begin:
control the velocity of failure,
let each part of the structure disintegrate
at a different speed - we can make it
walk down the road, like a zombie.
We can turn it around, drop it ten storeys
then stop it, dead; waltz it out of a corner
then lay it down in the road,
like a golem tired of standing.
After it's done, we check the debris,
the fragmentation pattern, see how neat
we've been. This is downtown Baltimore
and you can't move for skyscrapers, cars,
pedestrians. There isn't a scar, a stone
out of place. The air is clear,
hardly a stir of dust
and the birds are singing.
It's like nothing has happened.
Neil Rollinson
It made me laugh when I found it as it was with other poems that were generally about the opposite of things falling down! But it was nice to find a poem about a line of work I have been involved in before now. It must be one of very few.
Hey HHH...just about to pour a glass of vino too!....when i saw the rollinson poem title I thought "hey that's my title" then i realised you hadn't written it! ...tee hee...your run sounds fab...been out for a little one myself tonight...
disattach yourself from outcome
simply place one foot
front(in) of the other
back to where i begun
soothed by familiar motion
life changes but running remains
(whilst it can)
slurp........:)
ps i hope everyone reading enjoys some quality bits of running this weekend....
I think everyone has nicked off...well nearly everyone...well it is friday night after all...hey ho...i think i will post this anyhow...from ten poems again...hope you enjoy :)
part of the analysis of this poem in the book states:
"Rumi is urging us not to demean or abase orselves, but to be willing to stand with our jaw dropped open, dumbfounded and helpless before the immensity, the impossibility of our lives..... Our jaw rarely drops because we don't want to be suceptible to unknown, unsuspected circumstances that can blow in at any moment from any angle. Except that we are, and we know we are-all the time-which is why we hang on so tightly. We stay busy, we keep our focus narrow and the windows shut."
Zero Circle
Rumi
Be helpless, dumbfounded
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we're lying.
If we say No, we don't see it,
that No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.
eggs and faces
trying to be disciplined
trying not to miss
trying not to see distance
trying to imagine strength
(not a further permutation)
trying to hear love
sometimes succeeding
sometimes failing
thinking about eggs
and faces
ok ok i get the picture...its like the flaming western front out there tonight!....
Determination
comes in the form of
a
s(s)p(u)o(n)t
bye for now folks......have a nice weekend xxx
Not quite on your own freckle...
I Am Vertical
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimallight of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
A bit of somberness on a friday night eh! Can't beat it.
Forgot to say...one of our Sylvia's, but you probably guessed that already!