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Silver – Walter de la Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Dedicated to Arna, the wonderful Silver Poet, who’s first poetry book is available.  Arna is a beautiful poet and superb artist.  I feel very lucky to have Arna in this blogsphere and multi-dimesional mystery –

“I deeply love and believe we are not a multitude at all, but one massive beast of pure conscious awareness.” The Silver Poet

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The Voice of the Devil – William Blake

William Blake – Red Dragon

PLATE 4
All Bibles or sacred codes have been the causes of the following Errors:
1. That Man has two real existing principles, Viz; a Body & a Soul
2. That Energy, call’d Evil, is alone from the Body, & that Reason, call’d Good, is alone from the Soul.
3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies.
But the following Contraries to these are True:
1. Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that call’d Body is a portion of Soul discern’d by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
2. Energy is the only life and is from the Body, and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.
3. Energy is Eternal Delight

Taken from William Blake – Selected Poems (Phoenix)

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When I Hear You Speak

 

Painting by Nick Peart

When I hear you speak
I imagine the sound of rain outside
And where you are sitting is dry,
There is a coldness in the air
And a stillness that brings a chill to some.

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My Face as a Shadow

Man of Fire – Jose Clemente Orzoco

When I saw my face as a hollowed out shadow
in the midnight lake I looked drained;
a ghost in reflection, my eyes pools of space.

Nothingness; moonshine leaks behind clouds,
the quickening of charged heartbeats below
as planets approach and kiss our surfaces with rich awe,
in days like these my mind is the acrobat and galaxies the stage.

And there is talk of an end without beginning,
these worlds of dark hatchets in god awful places
knowingly stirs the whirlpool of dream time into life.

Something lit spectacular that we cannot see
is broken up by a hope filled drum
pounding out breakers, deaths archers shivering grip,
stampeding white stallions
and gazing navels.

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Haiku – Basho and Ryokan

Liang ka’i painting, 13th Century

On rainy days
The monk Ryokan
Feels sorry for himself

The sound of the scouring
Of the saucepan blends
With the tree-frog’s voices.

The wind brings
Fallen leaves enough
To make a fire.

The thief
Left in Behind –
The moon at the window.

A fallen flower
Returning to the branch
It was a butterfly.

You light the fire;
I’ll show you something nice –
A great ball of snow!

Mu Ch’i Painting,13th Century – Guanyin, Monkeys, and Crane

The long night;
The sound of the water
Says what I think.

The stars on the pond;
Again the winter shower
Ruffles the water.

In the dark forest
A berry drops:
The sound of water.

A brushwood gate,
And for a lock –
This snail.

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Nilamani Art and Divine Poetry of the Indian Seers

The Absolute

No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature’s dance,
I am it whom I have sought.

A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.

Sri Chinmoy

This is the art of Nilamani, a Russian artist living in Vashist in India.  I came across these images displayed in Dylan’s Cafe, Manali.  I was instantly moved by these psychedelic images of beautiful Hindu Gods and Goddesses dancing and reclining in magical, cosmic dimensions.

They seemed to resonate with the spaces and colours I was moving in and amongst, up there in the beautiful mountains of Mother India, where Shiva was said to wander and practice hashish induced meditations.

I bought several small postcards at Dylan’s they have been with me ever since (you can buy them online, but the website is in Russian), every time I look into them I am transported to that altered space, which is ever close and yet beyond comprehension; that blissful union residing in a fleeting silent dream carried upon the tides of the universe, flowing effortlessly within and without us all……………..

Dancing Ganesha

The divine love of the heart
Can only be felt.
It cannot be revealed,
It cannot be seen.

 Sri Chinmoy

Saraswati and Brahma

Nirvana

Only the illimitable Permanent
Is here. A Peace stupendous, featureless, still.
Replaces all, – what once was I, in It
A silent unnamed emptiness content
Either to fade in the Unknowable
Or thrill with the luminous seas of the Infinite.

 Sri Aurobindo

Kali

O My Mind

O my mind,
Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One!
Whatever thou seest twixt earth and sky
Will perish.

Why undertake fasts and pilgrimages?
Why engage in philosophical discussions?
Why commit suicide in Banaras?
Take no pride in the body,
It will soon be mingling with the dust.

 Mirabai

Shiva

A Country Fair

Drive me out of my mind, O Mother!
What use is esoteric knowledge
Or philosophical knowledge
Transport me totally with the burning wine
Of your all-embracing love.
Mother of mystery, who imbues with mystery
The hearts of those who love you,
Immerse me irretrievably
In the stormy ocean without boundary,
Pure love, pure love, pure love.

 Ramprasad Sen

Prabuddha

Asato ma sad gamaya.
Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya.
Mrtyor ma amrtam gamaya.

Lead me from the unreal to the Real.
Lead me from darkness unto Light.
Lead me from death to Immortality

Upanishads

Dream of Vishnu

From Delight we came into existence.
In Delight we grow.
At the end of our journey’s close,
Into Delight we retire.

Upanishads

Divine love is the expansion of our consciousness. The very nature of divine love is to expand, expand, expand and become one with all that it touches. The more we expand ourselves, the sooner we feel the Universal Consciousness as our very own. And when we feel the Universal Consciousness as our very own, at that time we become the Universal Self.

 “Excerpt from: The Inner Hunger by Sri Chinmoy

Poetry taken from the wonderful site Poet Seers.

Aum Namah Shivaya

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