Poetry

[crystl37]

Thanks haqiqu-

I actuallly wrote this about a month before I found out about the Law of One and the Ra & Q'uo sessions. The reference to us not being welcome elsewhere came from something I had been studying that described how many other realities were going on veiled from our view in relatively close proximity, and the idea that we were the only ones that were killing each other and our planet, other groups, even 3rd density were said to not be at all resonant with this. I have for some time been aware of confederation members communicating through human instruments, and I think I got some of the essential groundwork for my work with the LOO from these other works, before I would reach a point where the resonance stopped. Now I think my understanding is that earth is not yet oriented sto or sts completely. Our struggle with Orion influences have been epic as I understand it, even in the context of galaxies and dimensions.

The idea of the vibrating string analogy came to me as I came to understand the timewave concept, along with the fractal nature of existence. Thanks again for reading my poem, I posted a post LOO poem I just wrote on my bring4th blog-its called hold on. I would love for you to read it also.

[haqiqu]

Thanks haqiqu-

I actuallly wrote this about a month before I found out about the Law of One and the Ra & Q'uo sessions. The reference to us not being welcome elsewhere came from something I had been studying that described how many other realities were going on veiled from our view in relatively close proximity, and the idea that we were the only ones that were killing each other and our planet, other groups, even 3rd density were said to not be at all resonant with this. I have for some time been aware of confederation members communicating through human instruments, and I think I got some of the essential groundwork for my work with the LOO from these other works, before I would reach a point where the resonance stopped. Now I think my understanding is that earth is not yet oriented sto or sts completely. Our struggle with Orion influences have been epic as I understand it, even in the context of galaxies and dimensions.

The idea of the vibrating string analogy came to me as I came to understand the timewave concept, along with the fractal nature of existence. Thanks again for reading my poem, I posted a post LOO poem I just wrote on my bring4th blog-its called hold on. I would love for you to read it also.

I did read that one at your blog and I liked it very much. The forum pages were inaccessible to me yesterday for some reason so I sent you a pm after I read the poem.

[haqiqu]

Remember
that you don't choose love;
love chooses you.

All you really can do
is accept it for all its mystery
when it comes into your life.

Feel the way it fills you
to overflowing then reach out
and give it away.

~Kent Nerburn

[haqiqu]

My heart just aches, and is breaking, because of the callous unconcern for the waters of the Gulf and all the creatures it sustains.

# Water cleanses and heals us. All life depends on it. A practice of gratefulness for water: http://bit.ly/bKbTMB

# Penetrate the heart of just one drop of water, and you will be flooded by a hundred oceans.
~ Mahmud Shabistari

# Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium.
~ Albert Szent-Gyorgyi

# The supreme good is like water, which nourishes all things without trying to.
~ Lao-Tzu

# To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating....
~ John Burroughs

# When all the waters are polluted...only then will you discover you cannot eat money.
~ Cree prophecy

# Oh! Mother Earth, who has the ocean as clothes and mountains and forests on her body, I bow to you.
~ Hindu prayer

# An exquisite water blessing from Annette Cantor's "Songs of the Earth" CD: http://bit.ly/aSbqhA

# Water flows from high in the mountains; water runs deep in the Earth. Miraculously, water comes to us, & sustains all life.
~Thich Nhat Hanh

# All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Water, so useful, lowly, precious and pure.
~ St. Francis of Assisi

# Gratitude to Water: clouds, lakes, rivers, glaciers; holding or releasing; streaming through all our bodies salty seas...
~ Gary Snyder

# The waves of the sea keep the rhythm of my dancing steps.
~ Pir-O-Murshid Hazrat Inayat Khan

# Living springs shall give cool water; in the desert, streams shall flow.
~ Hebrew, traditional

[haqiqu]

The Giver of Stars

Hold your soul open for my welcoming.
Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me
With its clear and rippled coolness,
That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest,
Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory.

Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me,
That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire,
The life and joy of tongues of flame,
And, going out from you, tightly strung and in tune,
I may rouse the blear-eyed world,
And pour into it the beauty which you have begotten.

~ Amy Lowell ~


(Sword Blades & Poppy Seeds)

[haqiqu]

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?


~ Mary Oliver ~

(New and Selected Poems, Volume I)

[alchemikey]

life is a story that never stops from being told
the passing on of wisdom to the young from the old

for knowledge you see is what life is all about
know thyself as that which has no within nor without

beneath all the stories lies an awareness so blank
a fullness of self with no reason to curse nor to thank

deeper than these characters we are now playing
consciousness listens to every word we are saying

we are all story tellers each adding our own chapter
some stories full of yelling and others full of laughter

what kind of story are you writing with each choice?
do you realize the power of the words that you voice?

sit around the warm fire and tell your own vision
imagine the butterfly effect of your every decision

each moment you are asked to take the low or high road...
will you choose to slay the dragon? will you even kiss a toad?

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

aahhh, sweet Mikey. Your poem says something so simple and deep and reminds me of the most important thing - our actions in this density are important, in what way will we grow? Thanks, it's a lesson I needed to hear. I look forward to more of your wise words.

I just might kiss that toad!

[alchemikey]

aahhh, sweet Mikey. Your poem says something so simple and deep and reminds me of the most important thing - our actions in this density are important, in what way will we grow? Thanks, it's a lesson I needed to hear. I look forward to more of your wise words.

I just might kiss that toad!

thanks

this poem was actually inspired by the movie, "the imaginarium of doctor parnassus" which when i watched it coincided quite well with recent events in my own life...helped me to get back on track

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

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thanks

this poem was actually inspired by the movie, "the imaginarium of doctor parnassus" which when i watched it coincided quite well with recent events in my own life...helped me to get back on track

peace,
mikey
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I'll watch that movie as soon as I can. Thanks for the tip.

[Aaron]

Wow, Mikey, that was so thought provoking! Like haqiqu said, your poem speaks with simple language, but carries such a deep message. It's amazing how powerful the message behind a few plain words can be.

[alchemikey]

i am a puppet
music is my master

whatever is...love it
no matter the disaster

who is pulling the strings?
the truth...i am forever after

whatever the future brings
i know to meet with laughter

for last night i found my grave
a memory that i sure plan to save

deja vu... i've been here before
deep rhythms send me to the floor

imprinted perfectly into the earth
like a butterfly going through re-birth

i could have left but i chose to stay
with one purpose: to dance and sway

reminders from home...a blinking star
love and light can heal the deepest scar

"look at me dance," ego proudly does boast
no attention to the grass upon which i coast

little did i know that each blade is dancing too
it is a symbiotic effort where we work like glue

ley lines i follow as i let my pendulum arms guide
bouncing off the crowd's aura like a tilt-a-whirl ride

a hanged man surrendered to the point of power
so many blessings does each moment now shower

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

Thanks, Mikey. This one is another that strikes deeply and is beautifully written. Keep 'em coming.

[alchemikey]

glad you enjoyed...that poem is my attempt to describe a mushroom experience i had at a recent "further" show

[haqiqu]

glad you enjoyed...that poem is my attempt to describe a mushroom experience i had at a recent "further" show

i like a good mushroom trip, but the last one i took i got sick and was sick for about a week. still probably wouldn't refuse 'em, though, if someone offered them to me today.

[alchemikey]

we are the infinite reaction to the first cause
now let that sink in as you reflect and pause

what proof is there of this primary act?
why would anyone feel that this is fact?

well just look at the freedom that we all possess
the opportunity is always open to choose no or yes

free to judge...free to ignore...free to bless
free to rise up on faith or sink down on stress

the moment is forever ripe with boundless possibility
the source of creation is a constant flow of generosity

the eternal explorer fueled by a passionate curiosity
with love for all that exists...not a drop of animosity

the central sun...the birth place of all light
the mysterious one...never quite in sight

does a creator react or does a creator create?
do you make you own destiny or wait for your fate?

peace,
mikey

---

everything you do...
do from the heart

all will be well...
each moment a re-start

everyone's forgiven...
within the innocence of now

heart full of compassion...
loving both sides of the tao

dipping below the surface...
questions begin to bubble

sailing with the wind...
no thoughts in mind to trouble

silence always answers...
as a perfect echo

take a new point of view...
look around like a gecko

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

Hey Mikey

I particularly like the final couplets in both these poems. The first provides food for inspiration and the second, because of the way a gecko's eyes work their way of seeing is far different from ours and that's interesting to try to imagine. More food. Thanks.

[haqiqu]

Forever Oneness,
who sings to us in silence,
who teaches us through each other.
Guide my steps with strength and wisdom.
May I see the lessons as I walk,
honor the Purpose of all things.
Help me touch with respect,
always speak from behind my eyes.
Let me observe, not judge.
May I cause no harm,
and leave music and beauty after my visit.
When I return to forever
may the circle be closed
and the spiral be broader.

~ Bee Lake ~

(an Aboriginal poet)

[haqiqu]

A Morning Offering

I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.

All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.

I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Wave of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.

May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.

~ John O'Donohue ~


(To Bless the Space Between Us)

[Gohava Sebi]

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

The storms inside the mind are raging and terrifying.
I am like a weak leaf tossed about by the winds; lost and flying.
The rains come down hard and begin to wash me away.
This is not my home, but I wish to stay.
The waters begin to rise and the fear begins.
I begin to feel fear like I've never felt; like it never ends.

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

My eyes open themselves for the first time; I belong.
I am in the presence of a loving whale's song.
I see a blue-green color that seems so serene.
The whale speaks to me with words of comfort that gleam.
I see the light peering through the water above me.
I begin to swim upwards; hope someone might love me.

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

I am brought out of the water by invisible hands!
It is very warm and comfortable like a beach with no sands!
I see a rose color that brings great joy!
It comforts me with the smell of roses. Oh boy!
It is the presence of the sacred Holy Mother!
She takes me into her arms and it is love like no other!

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

It is dark, yet now I wander towards the light!
When I could not see, I would fight.
Now that I see, I do not raise a finger.
For I am only hear to learn and linger.
This is not my home, but I will stay.
I will make it my home this very day.

I am lost, yet now I wander.

[haqiqu]

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

The storms inside the mind are raging and terrifying.
I am like a weak leaf tossed about by the winds; lost and flying.
The rains come down hard and begin to wash me away.
This is not my home, but I wish to stay.
The waters begin to rise and the fear begins.
I begin to feel fear like I've never felt; like it never ends.

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

My eyes open themselves for the first time; I belong.
I am in the presence of a loving whale's song.
I see a blue-green color that seems so serene.
The whale speaks to me with words of comfort that gleam.
I see the light peering through the water above me.
I begin to swim upwards; hope someone might love me.

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

I am brought out of the water by invisible hands!
It is very warm and comfortable like a beach with no sands!
I see a rose color that brings great joy!
It comforts me with the smell of roses. Oh boy!
It is the presence of the sacred Holy Mother!
She takes me into her arms and it is love like no other!

I am lost in a submersion of consciousness.

It is dark, yet now I wander towards the light!
When I could not see, I would fight.
Now that I see, I do not raise a finger.
For I am only hear to learn and linger.
This is not my home, but I will stay.
I will make it my home this very day.

I am lost, yet now I wander.

The last line really strikes a chord in me. Nice poem, thanks for sharing, friend.

[haqiqu]

TIRED OF SPEAKING SWEETLY

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,

Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear
He is in such a "playful drunken mood"
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.

~ Hafiz ~


(The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

[alchemikey]

you exist as eternal light
give thanks and rejoice

your connected to every sight
give thanks and rejoice

you have the freedom to think
give thanks and rejoice

you have eyes that can wink
give thanks and rejoice

you have a roof over your head
give thanks and rejoice

you have a pillow and comfortable bed
give thanks and rejoice

you have friends and family that care
give thanks and rejoice

you can take a breath of fresh air
give thanks and rejoice

you have electricity to power
give thanks and rejoice

you can take a hot shower
give thanks and rejoice

you have no worries about your next meal
give thanks and rejoice

you have a heart with emotions to feel
give thanks and rejoice

you have reasons to give thanks and rejoice
give thanks and rejoice

peace,
mikey

[alchemikey]

one can be a drain
or one can be a fountain

one can bring others down in pain
or one can turn cheeks up like a mountain

one can live a life without any moral behavior
one can bypass the heart without a single care

or one can follow christ...forgiveness the savior
where one bleeds compassion with a gentle stare

one can keep on using and abusing
one can lie...one can steal...one can hate

or one can unite and start fusing
one can cry...one can heal...one can wait

one can be impatient...one can put up a fuss
or one can be calm...never a worry nor a rush

beyond all of this there is a peace so still
when one is responsible with every act of will

peace,
mikey

[alchemikey]

step away from the crowd
so predictable and loud

take off the ego mask
in the light of truth...bask

how long can you be alone?
as you welcome the unknown

let the iceberg of self melt
until silence is fully felt

there is no other way
in the moment...stay

simply be available to now
tap into the existential wow

when all desires cease
what is left is called peace

an inner freedom so vast
the mind with no overcast

peace,
mikey

[Shemaya]

Thanks mikey,

I love your insightful poems.

[haqiqu]

Beautiful poetry, Mikey. You offer much food for thoughtful growth. As always, I love your simple phrases.

Keep thinking deep all of you poets here. I'm so happy you post your unique words here.

[Aaron]

Thank you, Mikey.

[alchemikey]

welcome ...i love writing them which brings me to the next one which is inspired by osho:

here's a technique to keep your center
only do what you enjoy and joy will enter

this may sound silly yet i implore you to try
for one full day act only to make your soul fly

i repeat...only do that which you really love to do
don't try to please others...be authentic and true

if you don't like doing something then simply stop it
you have every right to just lay it aside and drop it

nothing is more important than following your bliss
what brings you delightful feelings like a first kiss?

be like the birds that continue to chirp all day long
turn deep within until you can hear your heart song

knowing yourself means to know what you like
and don't be afraid to tell another to take a hike

the heart chakra must be kept open if joy is what you seek
you'll know when you've found it when your eyes begin to leak

peace,
mikey

[Aaron]

Hahaha! That's great! And I think I won't wait for tomorrow. I try it right now! For the rest of the day, in fact...

It's funny, because I allowed your poem to really speak to me, I started to tear up... (Yes, I'm not afraid to admit it!) This line especially got me: "turn deep within until you can hear your heart song". And then I read the last line... I busted out laughing!

Thank you, Mikey.