poetry

[glimmer]

One from a year ago, still relevant for me.



walk the firmament
until you lose questions
many steps ahead

[bluey]

Jul 8, 2019 1:32:15 GMT -5 glimmer said:

Jul 7, 2019 18:21:28 GMT -5 bluey said:

Thanks Glimmer for the messages on your interest on Donnas poetry.

I have told her and she's going to send you and others the first two poems on the Knights journey. There are four parts but sharing over the first two parts is enough as....

When I met Donna she had to visit a psychologist. As her family were worried. The psychologist was trying to bring her back in to her mind just as she was taught.

As Donna had suddenly awakened without a method or teacher. The poetry was pouring in. Her family couldn't understand the silence she had befriended.

But meeting her and taking her to see Ian was important in her self development and only Donna can point out her expression in her poetry on That even if people claim it as their own. As some have tried but that's another story which doesn't matter.

Just like I said to her a poster Glimmer is interested in your poetry and her heart opened up to serve

I will see her in the week and share it over.

I do apologise if it's not the complete poetry but it will serve all the same as she felt pulled to share it with you.

Hi bluey, anything Donna cares to share is the matter of it. 🙂

Thanks for the understanding Glimmer

Sorry for the delay. The barbecues have been out, the World Cup cricket, a young 5 year old, my friends daughter, has had her poetry published in a book, and after I told her the author of Gruffalo made millions she made me sit with her to start her next project as she wants to be rich and somehow I get 10 pounds for the help 😂. That's my cut and worth. So much for Jesus saying become like children to enter the kingdom of heaven. He will have to look at that pointer for these times. 😂

With Donna, Ian Wolstenholme had sent me to meet someone in my area. I had a deep trust in my Guru. So I went. I was pulled to this shop that talked of angels, channelling, healing

I knew a little on healing as a young child a sage would appear from Advaita tradition. As he would place his hand on my right side of my chest I knew this was a form of initiation. In Advaita initiation, like in Tantra is important. I could recognise this but there was a block in the way too as much as the beautiful inner regions I would come across within. My first two teachers David ( from Advaita to Tantra) and Barry Long ( Tantra) made it all more juicier. More of a dance of understanding. Ian brought in a different play away from it all.

The clear inner still lake. Beautiful to a child. But always a block. Like Rumis poem bittersweet where he mentions the hangover. The taste, the glimpse and then the separation.

Going back to the shop I walked in, the owner said someone has walked in the shop he's different I would like you to meet him. I had to take a course on healing, the cost wtf 😂, no wonder Ian sent me....he knew I would pay up....but I smiled when Donna was sitting there as I knew without knowing she was who I was meant to meet

She had awakened without a teacher or method, just as I had done. The path of suffering was our vessel we carried and offered before That. The meditation.

Why certain Sufi traditions the teachers refuse a student unless their hearts have been broken

With Donna her brother had just hung himself.

This took her right to the core. Like me she had to find the Painter behind the picture. In that process there was a real surrender a sliding down the slide into Silence, perfect Stillness

She fell on one knee one day as the poetry would make itself known as it did with Barry Long my old teacher as He would eventually leave his partner. And his partner would say okay you're leaving but for another person yes, that will sit well with my group but to find yourself. I will be a laughing stock.

Donna once said can you accept me as I am for the words to arise out of stillness can you accept me as I Am

At times she would strip off and lie naked against the tiles in her bathroom as the poetry would come in. To be pure before That.

Her need to be uncovered before That. To be naked before That.

So this poem amongst what must be close to two hundred poems came earlier on

As we met more poetry came in. I would slowly take her out of the old circle and the psychologist she was under

She laughs now about that period trying to explain how she was functioning more from a still mind but they saw this as impossible. As most do even seekers alike. It wasn't their job to understand this state. They were being true for where they were at.

She was so open. Still is.

And we would visit Glastonbury to see Ian where she was able sit in silence and not have people say you need to see a shrink as it's not normal to say your mind chatter has taken a back seat. And you can function more from this space.

A part of her poetry she wanted to share with you. This is in four parts. Here's the first two. Enjoy.

Bin it if it doesn't resonate.

Sometimes the understanding comes later.

No title to the first part. No title to That too. Certain traditions especially the Bhakti tradition talk of the nameless state and beyond too. Deeper realisations.

I once read of Ramana say to a seeker. Devotion is the mother of knowledge. Trust God. These words came to me on your last post in the private messages.


Great gods of antiquity past
Of the skies, stars and sun
Who cast down a secret knowledge
That only a warrior won

For all the threads of gold that's spun
Are deemed from great deeds done
But who has cast aside their life
To prove the seeds were spun

Ah thou cast a light upon
The sages of kingdom come
Whose light that burnt within themselves
That is of the Eternal One



The Knights Quest

Where is your castle Knight
That you built for the maidens plight
Was it within your soul
To protect the hidden scroll

But has the time now come
To reveal by the light of the sun
The knowledge of sacred text
That to all had left them vexed

Maybe you question yourself
But to remember your hidden stealth
That for the purpose of heavens bride
Is the reason you Knight did ride

So now you have reached the time
When the monastery bells do chime
To welcome you back to the fold
And reveal the secrets untold

Yet you question what rights have I
That live by the truth or die
To reveal the sacred song
That raised me again to be strong

And it is said blessed thou be
That has bent and knelt by the knee
To walk with the inner light
For you are a warrior knight

God to the warrior does bestow
The use of the arrow and bow
That once to the mothers breast
Did the pain of the world digest

So stand straight and proud my Knight
And know that the time is right
For the great mothers light does abide
Through the life that you cast aside

And unto you now is born
The Truth that others have worn
And into their stately vest
Do you my warrior rest

[glimmer]

heart opens
fox in flight
celestial night

[bluey]

Empty awareness, letting one hand fall, emptiness like the zen monk chiyono who carried a pale of water much like the thoughts mind chatter, for a seeker carrying a pale of water knowledge of the spiritual path, the perfect seeker in one sense, tradition states she was carrying a pail filled with water as part of her practice.

She was watching the full moon reflected in the water when the bamboo strips that held the pail together broke. The water rushed out, the moons reflection disappeared and with it chiyono too. She wrote this way and that way I tried to keep the pail together, hoping the weak bamboo would never break. Suddenly, the bottom fell out. No more water, no more moon in the water. Emptiness in my hand.

Empty awareness, nothing there, no flashing lights no shooting flare.

Emptiness by Donna

For a while i seem to stand alone
In one hand I hold all that is known
The other is empty and bare
Yet oh what treasure is hidden there
You cannot see your eyes deceive
The pearl that the oyster did perceive
That in this space of Nothingness
Does come the love of a warm caress
Though out of sight it does possess
The gift of loving emptiness
And from the heart of the wombs abode
The pearl the gem the seed was sowed
Just like the seed that's ripe to fall
That the tree did nourish roots and all
Do I stand here letting one hand fall

[glimmer]

Oct 20, 2016 0:07:06 GMT -5 @agraves said:

hello poetry
and philosophy
some hemotology
this barnacle
attaching to the side
of billy carnegie

mc hammer cant touch
this.

I saw cat and cat
fighting this evening
under the moon.

not with my own eyes
I heard some loud commotion
in the bushes and then some
fat cat runs out.

Cats are stupid for fighting.
Can't we have some peace?

last time I saw the poet
he was busy with fighting
cats under the moon

it’s too soon to swoon
for a lack of unheard words
those fighting cats

fill the silence
when the moon
seems to be

glooming and dooming
since the poet
declared cats post modern

[glimmer]

her poem on emptiness creates fullness. I just thought the thought ‘don’t need to need’. hmmm.. working on it ..

[bluey]

Jul 30, 2019 6:45:47 GMT -5 glimmer said:

her poem on emptiness creates fullness. I just thought the thought ‘don’t need to need’. hmmm.. working on it ..

And Glimmer it's ok to want too.

I love watches i would love a patek phillipe or to ask the sneaker surgeon on a creative Nike trainer to my liking to match my tattoos as he so much more creative than Nike. 

As the words don't need to need is true. There's no want for anything in this space as the silence is the director, player, doer and experience. You may have seen the old Hitchcock films where as a director he appears makes a cameo appearance in the film
Plot at some point. So gets to see and experience the story line as an actor and not director at some point. Recent films with Quentin Tarantino and m night shyamalan do the same. The Essence is playing all roles. Taking selfies 😂 sometimes as a victim, hero, sage, rapist etc

And yes and it's great to see how This expresses itself in the feminine form as most teachings have come from male traditions.

Donna is rare in that her mother always kept a magical, a return to innocence side to her children.

Even at Christmas she will enjoy the holiday season just as a child whereas I'm like did Jesus even exist. Shouldn't this be the real question the turkey on the table.

Meeting her and bringing in the wild market side, and Ian she was able to come back down the mountain to be more expressive in her realisation. A real sharing where you are truly met.

At work one client sent me a book as Imi Lo she's written a book Emotional Sensitivity and Intensity. ( How to manage intense emotions as a highly sensitive person) . She's an award winning health professional and author. I had a wardrobe designer from USA on the tonight show asking about apparel but I felt more drawn to take time out for her emails.

She as a child was taught to move away from her natural intuitive side to be labelled where as a child she felt mislabelled by the rigid psychologists who were under a rigid traditional system. Where she would move away from her character form to be taught a false sense of self an imagined separate me.


The beauty of children they are closer to the silence, stillness sages eventually come upon.

Especially in their movement and body. When I tried to explain to my boss I function more without a thought process he couldn't understand it until he recently experienced it himself. He loves driving his sports cars in this space. And says now I no longer feel exhausted from my mind as it's so still.

My boss's one daughter the youngest her body naturally moves away where she doesn't feel comfortable. She hasn't had the experience of meeting people in the sense of being conditioned, having a download by teachers and parents but her body will naturally play and move without a thought process.

And awakening to your true Self is more child's play than adults play.

William Blake. Again I never knew he was felt pulled to go my local library. Outside they were getting rid of books where people never borrow them out. The body just stopped picked up the book without a thought. 50p thank you very much. I did come across another too. But in the library I came across a student who had been with Barry Long too. I got in touch but felt he was too much in the teacher mode when I said if you're passing by in Birmingham stop off. I looked at the front to see the stamp on when it was borrowed last. And that's the play that is beyond words

The silence of any sage is the true language. The style that he or she shares over you can find much in and many faults but not the silence. As it's beyond style, words and thought. The true language and sharing of a sage.


And one poem is pointing at Imi Lo her understanding of being a psychologist and the limitations of traditional teachings against the new understanding of what is for these times. What's happening now in her own body against the new movie set.

Songs of Innocence- The Chimney Sweeper. ( the old movie set😂)

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ’ ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!’
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved, so I said,
‘Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.’

And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

[glimmer]

The words turned up .. sometimes entire sentences do that, especially when noticed and transcribed. How they form is akin to questioning a black hole. I can rarely engage in too many words.

Sometimes we can engage with that which slips beyond silence.

Sometimes we can slip into silence.

[bluey]

Aug 14, 2019 4:58:38 GMT -5 glimmer said:

The words turned up .. sometimes entire sentences do that, especially when noticed and transcribed. How they form is akin to questioning a black hole. I can rarely engage in too many words.

Sometimes we can engage with that which slips beyond silence.

Sometimes we can slip into silence.

Amen to that Glimmer. I know there are people who want join this forum have much to share over. They should join the dance and share over.

The stillness as you know from your poetry is pointing at what Eckhart Tolle says True creativity flows only from stillness.....you begin to be guided by an intelligence far greater than the mind

Here's a poem for you by Donna. Go Beyond.... Beyond.

Much has been said on certain teachers but if you come across a teacher his or hers eyes will have a depth not of this world, will be like a lake of stillness.

And no practice no meditation is needed around this seer. As you will slowly lose your wording no matter the cart of books or knowledge you've accumulated. And that's a good sign you've met a real teacher when the pen slips.

In this day and age you have to really pull the oars in of this tiny boat. Look at the past scriptures that point at That and strip them right the way down. Without a care. No matter the authority, the political landscape that may have shaped them.

Does Ramana, Gurdjieff fit these times for where you are at. If not then you throw them and go beyond.

Just the understanding that the silence stillness is just a reflection of what you are. The silence, stillness of a teacher is the real language. The lake like stillness of the eyes is just grace. But see for yourself

All that appears like Rumi said in his poem the guest house. This being human is like a guest house...look it up as deep down you know this poem.

Just as this poem by Donna in the deepest part of you. This is not Donna's poem but it's yours too as there is no separation in this state.

Go Beyond....Beyond

Look at me see me enjoy me
But go beyond....beyond
See the crests and adore me
But go beyond....beyond

See the sand and it's sparkling formation
As the sun glistens from sea to land
Build a castle that's fit for a nation
And leave it to nature unmanned


Look at the mountain peeks yonder
Be as free as the wind to wonder
Watch as the Earth casts asunder
But go beyond....beyond

In the space where all things are cast
As free as a boat with no mast
Lies mans greatest task
To Be beyond....beyond

[bluey]

I read your poem out to our crew at work today as the Eckhart Tolle and Bob Fergeson talks spilled over which is becoming the norm of late. The one guy who is just focused on stats lives for stats, cigars and a cognac just couldn't wait to point at how he could improve Eckharts site, traffic flow.

And one of the new girls said did a guy write that. I said I'm not too sure. If it's a guy, I need a guy like this in my life. As she's responsible for making sure the stickers are correct on the boxes that are sent out. When she first joined she didn't realise the big buyers penalise on a monetary level if a sticker on the box is out of place. They just destroy the goods. You can get the contracts but they expect everything to arrive from their suppliers as if they were handling the goods themselves.

Which serves in many ways. In the business world or in life or as a seeker of That. As just like the new girl that part, experience will shape the discipline and poems like yours will be pointers for when she's ready, remind her of the inner journey. And where she wants to move to as both will serve her.

There's been this shift at work where they enjoy Eckharts videos. Even in my own family Wayne Dyer and Eckhart seem to be teachers they relate to most.

With Wayne Dyer even though he's no longer here, with him having a family environment and pointing at That too. Many relate to him still.

Just as my boss's daughter she's away on holiday, she tends to boss me around. I tend to get that from children as I don't have any. Ian or Donna too. Even at weddings or parties they always save me a seat. Even now I'm looking after Bluey a British Shorthair I purchased for them. And she's now saying I miss Bach. Yes because I'm free for a few weeks.

So much for the one pointed, realisation. Where a seeker may come to you and I will say I'm all here for you and then will ignore the calls, hang up on them. Create a distance. Just to pass the plough of sincerity over the field of the heart. To send rain down on the parched garden to make it green again.


And the boss's daughter may call, yes sir, no sir. Do you want sprinkles on that doughnut.


So they've informed me on the influencers are out there. What toys are in. The LOL series, I've queued up that many times for each series, trust me awakening is so easy compared to queuing up for that toy 😂

And people complain about awakening. Try queuing up for a doll or doing a school run.

Anyhow, enough of the waffle back to your poetry. As it serves people looking in.




The words turned up .. sometimes entire sentences do that, especially when noticed and transcribed. How they form is akin to questioning a black hole. I can rarely engage in too many words.

Sometimes we can engage with that which slips beyond silence.

Sometimes we can slip into silence.

By Glimmer

[glimmer]

Bluey, I do believe your post confirms this message for me ..

‘stay close to the stream’, and to continue, as I am able to try and convey the words that come across when ‘I’ seem to find something to lay down in words.

You may relay the stream as you wish, that again, was what came up in this moment.

—

I think it was the TAT group, or someone related to it, that used the words beyond the beyond, as I came across the phrase.

How I interpreted that was

beyond the beyond
beyond you
is you

—

the chances of coming across an awakened teacher where I live is remote, as where I live is remote, so about the eyes, rather presence, that would be a wonder

—

who actually writes the words in the zen world often did not matter, yet it is interesting of course when there may be a back story

[bluey]

Aug 16, 2019 1:40:40 GMT -5 glimmer said:

Bluey, I do believe your post confirms this message for me ..

‘stay close to the stream’, and to continue, as I am able to try and convey the words that come across when ‘I’ seem to find something to lay down in words.

You may relay the stream as you wish, that again, was what came up in this moment.

—

I think it was the TAT group, or someone related to it, that used the words beyond the beyond, as I came across the phrase.

How I interpreted that was

beyond the beyond
beyond you
is you

—

the chances of coming across an awakened teacher where I live is remote, as where I live is remote, so about the eyes, rather presence, that would be a wonder

—

who actually writes the words in the zen world often did not matter, yet it is interesting of course when there may be a back story

All of what you've written is beautiful. Truly all of it.

Beyond the beyond
Beyond you
Is you

By Glimmer

It will serve even for those looking in. And I'm speaking to myself too.

As this site has so much potential to allow for a space for people to either upload poetry, engage in debates on what words to use for That which is beyond words....to a favourite movie, or like Bob Fergeson to try capture this stillness through art, through photography.

I love posting a movie I'm watching or a song with no reply which is great. I love this part of the forum. Just to post a song and no reply. Beautiful.

The silence of the teacher as Ramana said it reaches out. The real language. Most teachers became known in history from
either kings invading lands or like Eckhart, Oprah allowed for a space for his book to be shared over. Many people who awaken are unknown. They may live normal lives.

When I awakened I felt it was through my first teacher I met

He was quick to point out when we met how he had been a chef and had always brought his kitchen back home and expected the same standards from his partner, only to find a letter one day which read we've had enough we are not part of your kitchen

But deep down this wasn't what he was, he was sharing this story over as I had been angry with my partners parents and in the process had lost her at that time. Even though we are united now

That point became his search how to take off, pull off this mask to reveal the beauty within. The part that says this is not me. The part that made people run away.

He once took me to look at the war soldiers memorial in Birmingham and on the wall next to it were the words Arjan, the fifth guru a true warrior.

As I had come from a Sikh background I looked back at David and he was smiling with the deep lake blue eyes.

Now I wonder if he sprayed those words on the wall as Tantric teachers.....very mischievous 😂

But in the early days the separation from my partner many poems showered down on love. Mirza sahiba, heer ranjha, sohni mahawal, laila majnu, sassi punuh, Romeo and Juliet but allowed them to rain through I didn't write any of them down as ian or Donna have done.

But don't worry about living in a remote area once Donna has taken a like to your posts much will be shared over. Location time and space have no bearing.

You will be surprised at how many people come on board as there's a thread that ties us all.

Peace x stillness x silence

[glimmer]

the image
is, yes, an image
yet we see

[glimmer]

the hymn
closer
to that hum

closer
to

[glimmer]

you say ommm, perhaps ohm
yes,
omni