Posts Tagged ‘spiritual poetry’

a compass

Monday, February 1st, 2010

a compass

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not a novelty hat or a painted picture
I give you a compass

a directional pocket watch
it gives you hope
when in solitary confinement
battling the elements
directing you home

hear
it will take you on adventures
over rolling hills
and treacherous peaks
essential to your survival

take it
it will never fail you
no matter how warm
or cold
dry or wet
it will point you wherever you want to go

consistent
whatever journey you take
this compass will be there
a slice of me guiding you home

Rory Devlin (age 12)

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in the stars

Monday, September 7th, 2009

In The Stars

The smallest part of me
watches the clouds,
smells the grass,
listens to your heartbeat
The rest of me is in the stars
where my heart is,
where it always has been,
where it always will be.

V

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duality

Thursday, August 27th, 2009
The Patience of Crumpled Time

The Patience of Crumpled Time

Duality

Mists of confusion crowd about
Not what I seem
or desire to be
Hurt and frustration play a tune
Anger creeps
from a darkened place
Slow stagnation not the way

Recognition brutal,
awake and raw
Light dispels illusion,
lead the way
Landscapes unfold in joyous form
Tears from my soul easing pain
Joy in truth,
a noble cause
Peace to sleep seems to touch.

Abner

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Editor: while reading Abner’s poem Duality for the first time, it reminded me of this 2008 painting, pictured above. The painting’s title, The Patience of Crumpled Time (We Voyage Through), is borrowed from Pablo Neruda’s poem Furies and Sufferings. Neruda likewise borrowed the title for his poem from a line of Francisco De Quevedo’s poetry;

‘…There are in my heart furies and sufferings…’

In his poem Duality, it strikes me that Abner’s sensibility mirror’s something of Quevedo’s line of poetry. Of course, with art, we cannot help but project our own emotions while attempting to make sense of someone else’s… and perhaps this is yet another form of duality expressing itself, in contrast to allowing the event to just be for its own sake?

When reading any poetry, I aim to grasp a sense of the whole meaning, and yet what ultimately captures my imagination are isolated words, phrases and sentences that evoke a strong mental picture in my mind, like a string of pearls. These sensory impressions may only be strung very loosely, or even be completely unrelated to the original meaning or intent of the whole. No matter, for the point is to be inspired enough to dream, and so enough to act upon the dream.

Therefore, inspired by Abner’s poem Duality, and the original inspiration behind The Patience Of Crumpled Time…, I revisit Neruda’s Furies and Sufferings to create a collage of impressions. This collage, titled Heart Furies, is an abstraction of the original Neruda poem, posted in the category Concrete Poetry.

Art: The Patience of Crumpled Time is available as a giclée print on stretch canvas or sustainable archive-quality paper. Click on the image to purchase, or to view the VA gallery.

magic

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Magic

Separation
how very human of me
Falling leaves
how very poetic
Missed opportunity
or was it?

I’m canvassing opinion
from the breeze
and the glinting pool,
and the Magician for that matter

I step off that wheel
and out of the circle
where I now stand at the centre

Thank You.

V


you already know that

Monday, August 17th, 2009

You Already Know That

I walk around with my feet in the air
and my head in the clouds
All because I love You.

But you already know that.

V


language of light

Monday, August 17th, 2009

Language Of Light

In my moments of forgetfulness,
You remind me.
A tap on the knee
for a synchronous exchange
And I look up to check
and yes, there You are
…of course.

Your language of light illuminates
the last day of the moon
and the reason why I came.

Paul’s is bustling again.
Gabriel shuffles in and I marvel
at the elegance of it all.

And you play with me
like the cosmic comedian You are,
eye to Eye contact
with the geometric Wonder
and my jaw drops in awe
and yes, there You are
…of course.

I feel you’re wings of transformation.

V

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the Way

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

The Way

Wind teaches resilience
Water teaches flow

A falling feather teaches lightness of thought.

Moon teaches serenity
Sun teaches warmth of heart

Many teachers
Many lessons
Many paths.

Ben Barnard


Editor: this was literally rescued from the paper recycle bin… a diamond in the rough.


the eternal kiss

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

The Eternal Kiss

Let’s kiss for fifteen minutes.
OK, ten.
How about we ditch time altogether?
Then I get to kiss you forever.

V

blue sky

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Blue Sky

Like the blue sky to a blind man
How does one explain the colour blue?
How does one explain sky?
Put your hand on his heart
and tell him that you love him
Then he will know.

V



twigs in the stove

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Twigs In The Stove

You’re at the edges
weighing,
I can almost touch You
through this mantiya
with its gold rivers and bells and 33 pleats

Palmoni, you’re numbers
fall on me like rain
In the middle of this play
scripted by my very own heart

It reads like some goat-song.

I wonder what you must think
as you observe
my tripping over time and again?
But of course you have no mind
to encumber You
Only love, love and more love
like twigs in the stove.

V


open the door

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

Open The Door

Half of my body is fighting
with the other half.
Don’t just stand there.
Come, do something, reconcile them.

A raven and a falcon
put in the same cage
inflict so much suffering on each other.

Open the cage so they can come back to life.
The fight ends when you open the door.

Reason and being are locked inside our chest.
They keep fighting each other.
Both are in bad shape
and feeling woozy from separation.

If you want them to fight,
close the door.
If you don’t,
then be a peacemaker.

Rumi

Rumi soul pick-up

Monday, August 10th, 2009

If you surrender yourself to your essence, the whole world surrenders to you.

Rumi, Come As You Are

God’s Ocean

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

God’s Ocean

The soul of the universe is a pure and clean ocean.
Forms and shapes are the foams on that sea.
Plunge into this pure, clean ocean.
Don’t just play with the foams.

The foams on the sea’s surface never stand still.
Waves constantly move them about.
When they dry up,
they’re no longer even part of the sea.

The foam either turns into water
or becomes part of the sand,
because two colours cannot fit
into God’s one ocean.

The wave comes from the sea,
then watches and bows down to itself.
“O, Ocean, essence of my existence,” wave says,
“How did you turn into so many waves?”

All souls are one.
All existence is but the reflection of the Sultan.

Rumi


get out of the poetry closet

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

Share your talent, get Plogging & post your original poems here. Each poem will be reviewed by the Editor, and the ones that truly sparkle will be published on Vlog.

choose love

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

Choose Love

Because of the beloved
my heart is happy,
my soul illuminated.

From the beloved’s greenery
hundreds of blessed rivers
are flowing to the rose gardens.

In order to enter into your rose garden,
the soul makes peace with the thorns.

Choose love. Choose love.
Without this beautiful love,
life is nothing but a burden.

Rumi