A Poem on Being the World

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I am actually planning a SITA Arrows post.  But during a search in my journals for something else, I came across this poem, written in May 2007:

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tao doodle

Pare, oil and cherish the bud seed
that glides along the ground
receiving flowers, fragrant fruit, leaves,
grit and human-ness.

She smiles
he enters
all shall be well
all manner of things.

As the Sun’s light encircles
earth without end:
no day, no night, but both,

dive into the ocean
and find upon the rippled sandy bed
your drinking glass !

Sand and stars and stone
and glass and waves with aeons turning slow
are sand and blood, patterns of the poet
to breathe and blow.

Plant David’s Psalms again in Isra-EL:
trees of fruit in bud, soldiery in caritas.
The soul begetting magic
became forgotten.

The ground is damp and drinks the seed –
tiny roots out stretch
like to like as baby fingers mother Earth –
rain coming dew, breaks open, melting marriage –

the meanings rest
behind my day’s weariness:

the fish is in the egg.

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The Great Work gardened, watered daily,
projects a need to maintain Herself
with jobs and money and
skill with magic boxes.

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The New world order is a nucleus now present on this planet.
Esoteric wisdom is like dandelion seed – fragile in the pollutants of worldpolitik and easily overthrown, trodden under – fanciful, frail, devalued – and for this reason, let it be hardy handsome as the dandelion leaf and root;  let it withstand all toxic blasts; let it keep on and on being found, renewed, reborn and realised.

Use intelligence to cultivate the positive opposite to negative states of mind. It’s easy to run with bad news, tension and anxiety.  It takes real creative effort to be happy.  When in fear, be still, find where the constriction is;  let it open and expand. Make it smile.  Turn it to lifecurrent, release from jail.  The blessing of the tree moves into flower, within cottages and their gardens, in a pad, a dog, a lover, the stars.

9 May 2007

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drinking-glass on sea-bed

drinking-glass on sea-bed

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And … a Tarot Reflection, that same day.  Click to open gallery and see captions.

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My adventure invites fellow travellers.  I am a poet, an artist and a seer.  I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote also my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books). Watch this space.

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