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October 5, 2023 at 17:19 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #19253
Dimitar
Participantthe man of wisdom chooses to be last,
by so doing, he becomes first of allSeptember 25, 2023 at 16:39 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #19070ParticipantHow could I know longing
would drive me out of my mind like this,Making my heart a place of suffering
and turning my eyes into a raging river?Rumi
September 25, 2023 at 16:21 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #19066Participantthe Word transforms
the doubtful seeker into
the incandescent
lover of GodSeptember 24, 2023 at 02:53 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #19001ParticipantSt Paul spoke of “dying daily”. I understand his words to mean letting go of today as we must prepare for tomorrow, which will be another day, another moment, which we cannot experience fully if we’re laden with the baggage of today. Blake spoke of “kissing the joy as it flies”, in order to “live in eternity’s sunrise”. Taking this thought to its logical conclusion by the time we reach physical death we should be perfectly prepared to yield up the human body, that friend we’ve come to know so well. Rumi spoke of “loving the grainy taste of this world”, just as he’s “preparing to leave it”, and so it is, my friends, the Divine Being willed it this way; listen and live in the moment, live it fully with its joy or with its sorrow, or else suffer.
The Divine has Its own special way with Soul, there is no half measure and there is no turning back. Surrender everything you own and IT will reply with everything It has; come, Soul and enter that strange celestial ecstasy of that inner connection that none may know save within the deepest inner recesses of Self or Being. You will never be the same! Few will recognise a change in you though they may sense or feel it, but you will never want again, you will simply understand and know that everything you may require, need or deem necessary for the Divine work will come to you. You will need to master patience, be prepared to listen to the inner guidance and to pace yourself and to do the required work, according to your own talents, style and tempo.
September 23, 2023 at 07:03 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18974Participantto be or not to be;
to see or not to see,
to know or not to know…
it’s all up to meto fly or crawl or swim,
not up to her or he
nor she nor it nor him
it’s all up to meto sing or laugh or cry
to sigh or weep or moan
not up to how or why
but up to me aloneto be or not to be
to see or not to see
to know or not to know…
it’s all up to meSeptember 21, 2023 at 21:54 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18931ParticipantJano, oh, Jano lele, My Beloved
My dewy, my Jano (mori), a clover
Ayyy, my dewy, my Jano (mori), a clover
You are passing by, my Jano (mori), you are leaving
You are not talking to me, nor do you smile
Ah, you are not talking to me, nor do you smile
They asked me, my Jano (mori), the craftsmen
what have you cooked/prepared for them, Jano, for dinner.
Sometimes a pie”, my Bey/Beg, sometimes chicken
this night, my Bey/Beg, I cooked a young Lamb
Ayyy, from two mothers fed, my Bey/BegThis rudimentary translation gives the context somewhat. It is a song from the time of the Ottoman occupation, when the Ottoman’s would take the healthiest and brightest children, the most beautiful young women for themselves etc. The boys would often become Janissaries while the girls bear the children of the Turks. It appears to be a song about one’s beloved who has been taken (either willingly or by force) by the Bey, or Beg ( the “chieftan” or, “man of means”…) while the lover is left bereft and alone.
September 21, 2023 at 21:34 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18930ParticipantTwo Versions of the beautiful Macedonian song, “Jano Mori”;
Jano Sevdalino; Bilja Krstić
Shot in Macedonia featuring the famous submerged church, and Macedonian actress Jana Stojanovska
And the late, inimitable Toše Proeski; “Jano Mori”
September 19, 2023 at 21:34 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18859Participantlighting up the sky,
the nightjar’s luminous wake;
reaching for the starsSeptember 19, 2023 at 00:05 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18822ParticipantFrom This Mountaintop
All the suns and the planets, the moons and the stars,
Held aloft in the heavens like so many props;
Plot their well-thought out courses and write their memoirs,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the birds of the air and the creatures of earth,
Scarpering and scampering, they clamber and hop;
In life and in death they live out their worth,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the troubles and the turmoil and the waves of unrest,
All the famines and the wars that are fought non-stop;
Nothing more and no less than Souls put to the test,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the pleasures and the pains and the tears that you cried,
All the wins and the losses and the embarrassing flops;
Served no other purpose than to reave you of pride,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the misstarts and the missteps and the misjudgements too,
All the half-loves and the half-truths so over the top;
Painstakingly prepared and then led me to you…
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop!19 09 2023
September 17, 2023 at 21:41 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18796ParticipantOr perhaps,
morning star;
after the long dark night,
hope springs eternalSeptember 17, 2023 at 21:29 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18795ParticipantHaiku Sequence
Morning Star
spring shower,
fluttering in a thicket;
discarded love letterheat of the day;
a fly carelessly swept aside
meets its makerscorched earth;
a lone yellow wildflower
lifts it’s fragrant headhope springs eternal;
after the long dark night,
morning starSeptember 13, 2023 at 18:51 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18658ParticipantAgreed, Sudhi. How do you know an enemy from a friend? As soon as your enemy lays eyes on whatever you own of value, he will begin to work on how to take it from you. Man’s vulnerability has always been the means through which shuksters have inveigled themselves into a potential victim’s graces since time immemorial. This is the standard modus operandi the West has used to lay claim, conquer and enslave countless souls. Not only the West has done this of course, they are simply the latest and most destructive clutch of thieves ever. And this is where Russia and it’s allies and friends have finally drawn a line in the sand. Interestingly, this also illustrates the Law of Polarity at work, that is, when one strays too far into hubris, vanity and arrogance, their downfall is already written in the stars, and a corresponding force or power will rise and be the undoing of the former hegemon.
September 12, 2023 at 13:36 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18628ParticipantWhy, indeed, dear friend? As Blake said, “Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night”. Loss, vulnerability and pain ultimately serve to bring us closer to God. I do not think they serve any other purpose than this. An aquaintance from many years ago, the wife of a friend whom I met recently informed me that their beloved daughter had passed away at the age of 40. Despite having two wonderful sons both married with children, the mother has not recovered although life goes on. Macedonians have a saying, “Where God is, no one is.” And so we continue.
September 11, 2023 at 18:38 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18611ParticipantI have everything
but without you
I have nothingSeptember 11, 2023 at 18:21 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories – TAKE 2 #18610ParticipantThe Flowers When I’m Gone
When the cows were in and the sheep accounted for,
I’d fold your clothes and place them in your drawer.
An hour after sunset, done with toil and drear,
Waiting for your footsteps until you finally appear.
In those twilit hours while listening to you sleep,
I’d sift through countless dreams and bitter would I weep;
It seems like yesterday, our youthful limbs on fire,
Learning the ways of love, trembling with desire!
When the northern wind and the frost comes creeping in,
You’ll make your bed, the bed you’ll be sleeping in.
Your song I will hear in the wind at dawn,
Singing through the flowers, the flowers when you’re gone.
Our children they’ve grown with babies two apiece,
More than a year has passed, my favourite one is Lise.
I swear I see you in her smile, and eyes both wise and kind,
But she will grow up far away, while I am here confined.
And now this house is empty, drained of life once sweet,
I struggle to find some meaning, instead I lose my feet.
Last week I took a fall that damn near spelled defeat;
The rain and that roof you never did complete.
Alone here now all sense begins to unravel,
What dreams are left to dream, what roads left to travel?
Do you remember love, the day that we were wed,
Were the promises that we made, simply words we said?
When the northern wind and the frost come creeping in,
I’ll make my bed, the bed I’ll be sleeping in.
My song you will hear in the wind at dawn,
Singing through the flowers, the flowers when I’m gone…
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