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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Afraid to Love

Afraid to Love

I turn away
and close my heart—
to the promise of love
that is luring.

For the past has taught
to not be caught,
in what is not
worth pursuing—

To never do
the things I've done
that once had led
to my undoing.

~ Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Something in the Way

O wild torrid consort, lurid breath of my beating breast,
Thou from whose unseen absence desire fled
Lies cold, haunted like a ghost from our uncharted past,
I remember afternoon sun bleeding gold, and hectic red,
Pushed and pulled, desire, refusal denied! O thou
Who chariotest to my dark wintry bed
The winged perfection, the arrow, the blow
Trumpet blast within its song a blave; until
Trembling, motionless, I lie listening to
The clarion of the dreaming earth, and fill
Silent memory. Memorized perfection still
Filled living, flesh and blood, smooth and frill:
Wild joyous which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

Monday, August 17, 2015

The Spirit is the Lightening in the Light of an Eye

The Goddess said: 'Spirit, through Spirit you attained your greatness. Praise the greatness of Spirit.' Then Light knew that the mysterious Person was none but Spirit.

That is how these gods--Fire, Wind, and Light--Attained supremacy; they came nearest to Spirit and were the first to call that Person Spirit.

Light stands above Fire and Wind, because closer than they, it was the first to call that Person Spirit.

This is the moral of the tale. In the lightening, in the light of an eye, the light belongs to Spirit.

The power of the mind when it remembers and desires, when it thinks again and again, belongs to Spirit. Therefore let Mind meditate on Spirit.

Spirit is the Good in all. It should be worshipped as the Good. He that knows it as the Good is esteemed by all.

You asked me about spiritual knowledge, I have explained it.

Austerity, self-control, meditation are the foundations of this knowledge; the Wedas are its house, truth its shrine.

He who knows this shall prevail against all evil, enjoy the Kingdom of Heaven, for ever enjoy the blessed Kingdom of Heaven.

From The Ten Principal Upanishads, translated by Shree Purohit Swami and W. B. Yeats.

Seemed Important for Some Reason

Koi No Yokan- Japanese // the sudden knowledge upon meeting someone that the two of you are destined to fall in love.

Onsra- Boro // loving for the last time; that bittersweet feeling you get when you know a love won’t last.

L’esprit de escalier- French // the inescapable feeling you get when you leave a conversation then think about all the things you should have said.

La douleur exquise- French // the heartbreaking pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Writing a Love Poem

Sometimes it is a thing
you set out to do
the right of way
in some forgotten land.

Sometimes it is a thing
one, two and three
and then the good-bye.

Today it is a thing
the motes of dust
in the space between us.

Tomorrow it is
an exhalation--
mantra or chant--
less than
yesterday, more
than tomorrow.



By Audre Lorde
Is the total black, being spoken
From the earth's inside.
There are many kinds of open.
How a diamond comes into a knot of flame   
How a sound comes into a word, coloured   
By who pays what for speaking.

Some words are open
Like a diamond on glass windows
Singing out within the crash of passing sun
Then there are words like stapled wagers
In a perforated book—buy and sign and tear apart—
And come whatever wills all chances
The stub remains
An ill-pulled tooth with a ragged edge.
Some words live in my throat
Breeding like adders. Others know sun
Seeking like gypsies over my tongue
To explode through my lips
Like young sparrows bursting from shell.
Some words
Bedevil me.

Love is a word another kind of open—
As a diamond comes into a knot of flame
I am black because I come from the earth's inside   
Take my word for jewel in your open light.