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August 23, 2024 at 22:26 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #39143
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Participantsoul rises up like
a phoenix from the graveyard
of our hopes and dreamsAugust 21, 2024 at 16:31 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #39014ParticipantThank you, dear Sudhi.
You might enjot this introspective piece from my friends, Steve and Claes;
Coolangubra; “All in Me, All in You”
Haiku Sequence;
This Road, Well Travelled
low flying geese
disappearing over the horizon;
my fleeing dreamslate at night,
a frenzied dash overhead;
skittish possumearly morning;
the strange guttural cry
of a crowtime erodes all in its path;
this road, well travelled,
rises up yet againAugust 21, 2024 at 07:14 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #38969ParticipantOld Age
You may beseech and importune,
The trail of calamity and misfortune.
As winter’s wreath dims autumn’s crown,
Old age steps up to take you down.Never full frontal, that relentless assault,
Were it that I time’s march could halt!
Were it that I, with days to spare,
Could lie in the sun without a care!But now those drums are drawing near,
The tide of thunder will soon be here;
No rhyme or reason to drown in regret,
No time to remember, no time to forget.Some fall to the ground, some rot on the vine,
Some still smile out from roadside shrines.
You start out a runner and end up a limper,
Go out with a bang or go out with a whimper.Kings and princes and simpletons, too,
All bow down to time like me and like you.
You may well laugh, you may well cry,
You may well eat out your heart and die.Early in the morning you say your prayer,
You run toward noon and the sun’s bright glare.
Some time around evening some thief robs you blind,
Stealing your joy and leaving grief behind…You may beseech, you may bewail,
The arrows and slings of calamity’s trail;
As winter’s wreath steals autumn’s crown
Old age sneaks up and takes you down!August 20, 2024 at 15:15 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #38922ParticipantThe Human Heart
to the mind, truth is
relative, according to
one’s understandingtruth is easier
for the heart to accept
than it is for the mindthat which impedes the
soul is only a shadow
of a greater truthtruth is one but our
understanding of it varies
from soul to soullove unties the
shackles of the mind and
frees the wings of soulself sacrifice
enables God’s love to enter
the human heartAugust 19, 2024 at 18:52 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #38860ParticipantWelcome to the Cornucopia, Nico.
“I must have lived several lifetimes in Asia because I love this music so much.”
That’s highly likely, as Soul is a spark of God and continues Its existence in other forms once the physical body is dropped at the end of each lifetime. A positive recall of a time and place means a happy lifetime, and an adverse reaction to a particular country, it’s culture, a period of time / history etc. generally means a less happy lifetime.
From “A Lute of Jade” by Li Po
Drifting
We cannot keep the gold of yesterday;
Today’s dun clouds we cannot roll away.
Now the long wailing flight of geese brings autumn in its train,
So to the view-tower cup in hand to fill and drink again.And dream of the greatest singers of the past,
Their fadeless lines of fire and beauty cast.
I too have felt the wild-bird thrill of song behind the bars,
But these have brushed the world aside and walked amid the stars.In vain we cleave the torrent’s thread with steel,
In vain we drink to drown the grief we feel;
When man’s desire with fate doth war this, this avails alone —
To hoist the sail and let the gale and the waters bear us on.August 16, 2024 at 03:36 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #38541ParticipantToše Proeski; “Jano Mori”
From the comments;
“Even today, after his unfortunate death, he opens even the hardest of hearts…”
August 10, 2024 at 19:58 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #38189Participantputting the cart
before the horse; where do you
go to my lovely?August 7, 2024 at 05:56 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #37920ParticipantA rewrite, nay, major overhaul of a poem originally written in April of 2019.
The Spirit of Life
The Spirit of Life is gentle and kind,
And gives of Itself without restraint.
It patiently waits for a welcoming sign,
And loosens the fetters of every constraint.The Spirit of Life sustains and restores,
Soothing and healing the weary of heart.
It takes each broken dream and explores
Whether it’s time to replace or restart.The Spirit of Life is powerful and just,
But will not tamper with the wheels of fate;
Till wilfulness gives way to perfect trust,
Soul must create what it wants to create.The Spirit of Life always gives its assent,
But one day reclaims all things hers or his.
For the drumbeat of time will one day relent,
And Soul must accept Truth as it is.The Spirit of Life is ancient and wise,
And knows all things at a single glance;
It clears the way and points to the prize,
Offering guidance through each circumstance.The Spirit of Life ever calls us home,
A thin biting song haunting our dreams;
Its melody will find us wherever we roam,
Both building and laying waste to our schemes.The Spirit of Life is gentle and kind
And gives of Itself without restraint;
It patiently waits for a welcoming sign…
To loosen the fetters of every constraint.August 6, 2024 at 23:39 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #37905ParticipantCoolangubra; “Song For John (Coltrane)”
Timeless and haunting; Acoustic guitar and violin…
August 6, 2024 at 22:44 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #37904ParticipantJohn Coltrane; My Favourite Things
I’ve always loved this wonderful Rogers and Hammerstein song, since first hearing the captivating melody as a boy as part of the soundtrack of “The Sound of Music”. Later I discovered John Coltrane’s wonderful version. And with my 12 year-old son’s preparation of the same song with his “Sydney Southeast Symphonic Wind’s Orchestra” for their annual participation in the Cantabile Concert at the Sydney Opera House on August 19, the circle is complete. My son is performing his second year in a row at the SOH, and it is his fourth year of playing the Bass Guitar, a wonderful achievment especially as reading music is difficult to learn in later life, something he has now already achieved, whether he pursues music professionally or not.
August 4, 2024 at 15:49 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #37741ParticipantThe Fiddler and the Devil
O’, where on earth, young man, did you find,
That fiddle so light that you play with such flair?
I’ve travelled the length and the breadth of this land;
Never have I heard a more haunting air.My father he made me this fiddle and bow.
My mother she taught me this tune so spare.
I live by my wits in the eye of the storm –
Of nought but this fiddle am I the heir.Your clothes they are ragged, your feet they are raw;
Let cruel fate itself forswear!
I’ll make you lord of kingdoms of awe –
All for the price of your fiddle so rare!When the raven turns white and the egret black,
When the grindstone blossoms into a tree,
When the camel passes through the needle’s eye…
’Tis then I’ll give my fiddle to thee!August 2, 2024 at 20:18 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #37617ParticipantDream Meeting
the scent of wisteria
in the soft moonlight;
clouds hurrying bylate at night,
glimmer of a dying lamp;
roar of heavy winddream meeting;
while my body sleeps,
a walk in the far countryawake;
saying your name, I remember
but cannot say!July 26, 2024 at 22:53 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #36993ParticipantSiljan, you mentioned the blues in this thread; have you seen this acoustic performance of Hendrix’ ?
I thought you’d enjoy it.
Jimi Hendrix; Only known 2 videos (Jimi on an acoustic guitar; “Hear My Train a-Comin'” + “Hound Dog”)
July 26, 2024 at 18:44 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #36985ParticipantThe Wayshower is the Master Principle, and represents God’s will as given through Divine Spirit, or the Voice of God. It takes form according to that which will be accepted by the seeker, and guides Soul over the rocky shoals of life. It is the Wayshower Rumi referred to as “The Friend”, which he encountered in the person of Shams of Tabriz; “What I thought of before as God, I met today in the person of Shams”.
The Wayshower
only love can overcome
the arrows and slings of
outrageous fortunefear is a fine spur
but love is infinitely
more satisfyingtwo doors of soul;
on the cusp between the worlds
of becoming and of beingthe wayshower;
“I can point the way but you
yourself must walk the path!”wanting no thing,
needing no thing,
becoming no thing…coolangubra “All in You, All in Me”
July 20, 2024 at 19:56 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 21.6.24 #36485Participant“Mon Ami” (My Friend); Mark White
an ancient promise
from across the gulf of time;
I am always with you! -
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