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October 28, 2024 at 18:23 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #45081
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ParticipantSoul is sent into this world to experience ‘the banquet of life’, and must sample every dish on offer, until It finds that nothing assuages the hunger within. One day it senses, discovers or otherwise perceives Its Divine origins and so begins Its journey back home to God.
The Angel of Life
The keening wind through the eaves at night,
Stirs the restless heart to flight;
’Twill hobble happiness with curdled fears,
And stay plain truth for a hundred years!O’, Angel of Light that heralds the day,
Each pale and vanishing conceit you allay,
And sunder misbegotten charms bestowed;
What poet does not till the ground you sowed?What warrior does not heed the rallying call,
And rush headlong to his fated fall?
What lover does not drink his thirsty fill,
And rise to the task, whether good or ill?What fiend-like queen does not live to destroy,
What fool does not court his frail joy?
This river flows through you like a river through a sieve;
Take what you take, and give what you give!And when this brief life is finally done;
The kind of heart and the generous of tongue,
Remind to be thankful for every travail…
For what a crime it is to strive and to fail!Tuesday, 28 10 2024
The last line pertains to “the Cup of Life”. Soul is offered the Cup of Life and is encouraged to raise the Cup and drink Its fill! There is no sorrow like the sorrow of regret.
October 26, 2024 at 19:23 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #44946ParticipantThe Hardened Heart
Life brings strength and youth,
then takes it away and returns
weakness and old age.It takes power and trades
it for helplessness and infirmity.It takes freedom and gives back
slavery. Man, once the lord of life,
becomes its victim.Only love, can enter and
open the hardened heart.Only love, like the tiny tendril,
first finds the crack in the boulder,
then grows and grows until
finally splitting stone in two!So it is with the human heart
and love; love will open the most
hardened of hearts!Sunday, 27 10 2024
October 26, 2024 at 17:27 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #44942Participant“Flowers Burn to Gold” – Tori Amos
October 26, 2024 at 16:31 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #44934ParticipantThank you, siljan. The poem is a series of shorter aphorisms, tanka, passages written earlier that address survival issues, spiritual, psychic and physical largely imposed on myself and my family for about the last four years. I have not had much psychic space to address poetry for some time. I have turned a corner personally, however, with the aforementioned conditions taking a sudden and dramatic turn. This was the passing of my father, last week at the age of 90. I will spare you the horrid details of my trials, other than saying a sibling and spouse were involved, the wayward daughter and ostensibly favourite child of my father (my father and I were “cut from dfferent cloths” and were never able to see eye to eye). This sibling + spouse convinced my father his best interests were to leave the family and sequestered him in an Aged Care Home at an unknown location, proceeded to play on my father’s disorder of the mind induced paranoid delusions and attempted to evict myself, my wife and three children from the family home, (after being gifted a home by her parents at age 35, and then losing it, through selfish bloodymindedness). Needless to say, their actions impelled me to defend my family leading inevitably to a Supreme Court case, (I am currently waiting on the Judge’s decision). However, with my father’s passing, the entire proceedings have taken on a different complexion. I have provided an independent expert medical report which confirmed all of my assertions re: my father’s state of mind, health, motivations etc. Yep, there is a sizable estate involved which I was mysteriously “written out of”, and so another battle awaits, but I am expecting the best, as my medical report will now become a part of the evidence and so, my momentum continues while that of the other side, diminishes. Horrible, horrible stuff, but these are the challenges that we must all eventually tackle, like it or not.
Days before our Supreme Court Hearing in May, I met with my father in the dream state and was able to clear with him. In spite of my emotions, I was able to tell him I loved him. With all the onus on me until now, the other individuals involved have up until now been able to avoid scrutiny, but that has now changed and so they will now have to account for their actions. The personal cost, monetary and otherwise, (over a million dollars of the family’s money with more than half of that amount incurred by myself, money which I neither have and now owe) well, that’s all part of the price it seems, and as the saying goes, if it doesn’t kill you, will make you stronger. So this from Shakespeare in honour of my father;
Fear no more the heat of the sun,
Nor the furious winter rages.
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers, turn to dust.Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The scepter, learning physic must,
All follow this and come to dust.Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-drenched thunder stone.
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lover’s young, all lovers must,
Consign to thee, and come to dust.October 25, 2024 at 21:37 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #44874ParticipantThe Rubber Tree Leaf
I shall keep my heart
among the stars where none
shall hunt it outonly those who love
God are able to repel
the scorn and slander
of the world, like water
falling from the rubber
tree leafthe palace rises
in beauty only against
the ugliness of
the dwellings of the poorlove is the essence
spirit, soul and life of all
that existsnot everything
we do will be noticed,
not everything we say will be heard,
not everything we meant will be understood.in spite of all this;
love, forgive
and humbly accept that our Maker
sees and knows our true intentions,
and that He loves and cherishes us
for who and what we truly are!October 18, 2024 at 19:11 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #44314Participantfalling on deaf ears;
the heart trying to explain itself
to the mindOctober 16, 2024 at 16:12 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #44081Participanta hidden
incandescence lies within
the somber darkness of the selfOctober 14, 2024 at 18:08 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #43885Participantsublime;
give me the fresh mountain air
with the kite soaring high above
over a hundred promises
of heaven!October 13, 2024 at 22:39 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #43818Participantborn to be wild,
off the road but not
the beaten track…October 13, 2024 at 22:11 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #43817Participanttaking shape;
a sliver of heaven at
the end of the trail!whitish clouds
rise mushroom-like, brushed
away by summer treesOctober 12, 2024 at 20:59 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #43749ParticipantLove
Those who give and withhold
love, do not understand love.Those who preach and speak
of the way, do not know love.Those who point the finger and
accuse, will never know love.Those who are impatient and
intolerant, have no time for love.Those who lie and deceive are
not fit to wear the mantle of love.Those who are proud will one day
see their pride stripped away.Those who conquer will one
day be conquered themselves.Those who are strong will be made
weak and then made strong again.Those who give me everything they
own shall gain everything I have!October 3, 2024 at 15:36 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #43053ParticipantAlan Stivell and Nolwenn Leroy; “Brian Boru’s March”
October 3, 2024 at 01:03 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #42983ParticipantA bit of fun…
These Old Shoes
These old shoes are ragged and worn,
There ain’t no way I’m saying goodbye;
My grateful feet for years they’ve adorned,
When the going gets tough we always scrape by!Well, the cobbler he laughs with a shake of his head,
The look in his eye somewhat forlorn;
“How does this leather of just a few shreds,
Keep out the stones and the brambles and thorns?”With the glue barely dry and that final patch on,
He tries to sell me a spanking new pair;
But these are my shoes, why can’t he catch on,
They’re never too tight and they let in the air!Now there’s planes and there’s trains and there’s automobiles,
To carry folk over the oceans and mounts;
But me and my shoes, we’re head over heels,
In love with our freedom and that’s all that counts!I once had a lass who cared too much,
She said we would always be good friends;
But she kept me enclosed in her four-by-four hutch,
Till the day when I said “Well, all good things end!”Back on the road, it’s a brand new tread,
The miles they pass as the way winds and bends;
Around treacherous ledges, through dry river beds,
I’ll follow that road till it finally ends!And when the time comes for that extra long snooze,
You’ll think that I’m dead and you may shed a tear;
But we’ve made plans, me and my shoes,
And we’re quite looking forward to that brand new frontier!Time tarries not for dreamers and fools,
Make the best of each moment before it is gone;
The poor have their gruel and the rich have their jewels,
For me and my shoes it’s always “game on”!September 20, 2024 at 21:38 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #41641ParticipantVery nice, Siljan, thanks.
September 20, 2024 at 19:18 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 16.9.24 #41636ParticipantJust to clarify, the Master Principle is not “an aspect of Divine Spirit”, strictly speaking, Divine Spirit and the Master Principle are one and the same. The Master Principle may be a personification of Spirit, and we approach it personally, through the inner channels, generally speaking. However, the Master Principle is not limited to one’s spiritual guide, per se, (such as Jesus for a Christian, etc.), but may speak through waking dreams (anything to you in your daily life that has special meaning), through one’s beloved, even a pet, the understandings that come to us etc. It is the Voice of God speaking to us, and it is the individual’s responsibility to cultivate dialogue with Divine Spirit, and the more one does so, the more It speaks to us directly. One finds ultimately, that one is either in harmony or at odds with all of life, depending on whether we work with the Law of Love, as opposed to using the mind as our primary means to gain whatever it is we want from life.
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