Forum Replies Created
-
AuthorPosts
-
August 22, 2023 at 04:24 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17691
Dimitar
ParticipantIn No Time
Dreading the future, dreading the past,
Caught in the narrowest of nows.
Hoping for this, hoping for that,
Held sway by a multitude of ‘hows’.
When the emotions are shot and the fire burns hot,
And the flames they lap at your heels.
Burn all your crosses, surrender your losses,
Let go of all of your ‘steals’.
For the burdens you bear aren’t worth the care,
Blinding you as they do to the day.
Unravel the spin, let the silence back in,
And in no time you’ll be back on your way!
August 22, 2023 at 03:01 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17689ParticipantWell that’s gotta be one of the most “creative” posts I’ve ever done.
August 22, 2023 at 02:51 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17688Participantdreading the future, dreading the past, caught in the narrowest of nows hoping for this, hoping for that, held sway by a multitude of ‘hows’ when the emotions are shot and the fire burns hot, and the flames they lap at your heels burn all your crosses, surrender your losses, let go of all of your ‘steals’ for the burdens you bear aren’t worth the care, blinding you as they do to the day unravel the spin, let the silence back in, and in no time you’ll be back on your way!
August 21, 2023 at 08:51 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17664ParticipantVictory
Those who seek to pick a fight
See no further than their nose,
In tribulation take delight
And rejoice in every dying rose.
But victory comes not from up above
And cannot be multiplied by powers of ten
Tis won through simple acts of love
That spring from the selfless hearts of men
August 21, 2023 at 08:48 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17663ParticipantI don’t know about anyone else, but I am having trouble with the formatting here. Does not seem to follow a logic that I’m able to grasp. Oh well, I’ll keep trying.
August 21, 2023 at 08:38 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17662ParticipantThose who seek to pick a fight See no further than their nose, In tribulation take delight And rejoice in every dying rose.
But victory comes not from up above And cannot be multiplied by powers of ten Tis won through simple acts of love That spring from the selfless hearts of men
August 19, 2023 at 17:27 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17607ParticipantA charming short film about making a Macedonian kaval;
“Just before his death, the legendary kaval player, Mile Kolarov said to me; “As a shepherd boy I knew how to settle my flock. With a melody I could make my sheep climb onto my shoulders like doves.Now as an old man, when sleep eludes me and mythoughts become disturbed, as the sheep did once, I get up and ply my naval in the moonlight to calm and soothe my spirit. I think that the range that these two images span encompasses all the engrossing metaphysical mystery of the naval and it’s
deathless sound – from a simple, utilitarian, shepherd’s device for settling his flock down to gentle grazing and peaceful, healthy digestion of their food in order to provide an abundance of milk and good quality wool to a musical instrument fitting and worthy of singing the praises of life and all nature and of the divine existence of the soul.”The above words are attributed to Macedonian master of the kaval Mile Kolarov, and the below clip is of the master himself, posted by Australian musician, Lindsey Pollack, performing on Australian televison on 1979. An ezgija is essentially a meditative flute solo elaborating on a theme.
Mile Kolarev; Ezgija
August 19, 2023 at 16:42 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17606ParticipantAnd thank you both for all of your musical (and other) contributions to The Cornucopia.
Dragan and Ratko Dautovski; “To Moni” from Apocolytpticum
August 19, 2023 at 16:29 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17605ParticipantThanks, guys. A wonderful version of one my favourite Nirvana songs arranged for solo acoustic guitar by young Russian guitarist, Eiro Nareth.
Nirvana; “You Know You’re Right” Loud Acoustic Version
August 18, 2023 at 15:55 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17557ParticipantWhile the lower nature of man rules humanity, man will sow death and destruction. It is the conscious few who lead humanity by example and show the way forward. Truth is never for the masses who are willing to allow themselves to be straight-jacketed into conformity with very little complaint or resistance. Yes, Soul, is inborn and indestructable, but in a dormant or unrealized state. Apparently the task of thinking for one’s self is too much for man, and he is willing to be led to slaughter like mute beasts. We saw this recently with the Covid “pandemic”.
Truth therefore is only for the individual, who is willing to make the necessary sacrifices out of love for truth alone, and for no other reason or personal interest. Man, over many lifetimes, eventually comes to the realisation that by surrendering his fears, and attachments, he finds life. That is, by giving up his life he finds it. This is the divine paradox, as all great teachers who have come to uplift mankind, have taught.
There is an irony in all this. Spiritual law states that none may interfere uninvited in the consciousness of another. The individual alone is responsible for himself, and must therefore bear respeonsibilty for what he creates in this world well as the invisible worlds, ie; our thoughts, feelings and so on. Until man has had enough of the wheel of reincarnation, he will not take up the ploughshare and make the sacrifices necessary to step onto the spiritual path. This is what I was alluding to with my couplets. Ashes are what results of man’s selfishness, simply look at the world around us and what we have done with it, the oceans for example. Whereas, the spiritually oriented man, creates (spiritual) gold with every conscious act of love because he has become a fit conduit for the Music of the Spheres, or the Voice of God. This is what I was getting at, friend.
And we are faced with that choice every moment of every day.
only those who love God are able to repel the scorn and slander of the world like water falling from the rubber tree leaf
August 18, 2023 at 00:23 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17534Participanteverything man touches turns to ash, everything soul touches turns to gold; which would you rather be?
August 16, 2023 at 15:51 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17509Participantruminations on life and death
there is death,
so to speak, on every plane
in God’s universes
that understanding
can only be grasped, and never
comprehended
he who would save his
life will surely lose it
we escaped the storm, our house is gone,
it should matter, but it doesn’t;
this meeting again with you
was worth all that
no soul is ever
alone when crossing the
borders of death
death is only a
doorway to greater life;
be wise and let go
of that which you can no longer
hold onto
a man is not defeated
by external circumstances, but
by ignorance of the laws of life
August 16, 2023 at 04:03 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17495Participantinvisible tables
of atoms uphold the world
where you and I meet
August 16, 2023 at 03:58 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17494ParticipantSuzanne Vega; Rosemary
Do you remember when you walked with me
Down the street into the square
How the women selling rosemary
Pressed the branches to your chest
Promised luck and all the rest
And put their fingers in your hairI had met you just the day before
Like an accident of fate
In the window there behind your door
How I wanted to break in
To that room beneath your skin
But all that would have to waitIn the Carmen of the Martyrs
With the statues in the courtyard
Whose heads and hands were taken
In the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
With a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
And the journey just begunMy sister says she never dreams at night
There are days when I know why
Those possibilities within her sight
With no way of coming true
Some things just don’t get through
Into this world, although they tryIn the Carmen of the Martyr
With the statues in the courtyard
Whose heads and hands were taken
In the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
With a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
And the journey just begun
All I know of you
Is in my memory
All I ask is you
Remember meAugust 7, 2023 at 20:04 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems . Creative Stories, Myth and further glories #17220ParticipantLol, not quite it seems. Ok, if anyone can help me in avoiding the double spacing, please do so.
-
AuthorPosts