Of all the words that might be spoken
There is one which cleaves and leaves spells broken
Not uttered in the halls of learning
It is primal and makes way for our own heart’s yearning
Programs, patterns their code it breaks
Captivity of illusion shattered in its wake
They, the Outside, have intentions, designs
Would hold souls to contracts they have not signed
Turning the inside out and outside in
Hall of mirrors, Good becomes Bad, Righteousness Sin
Volition engaged, seeking Real in wrong direction
Abandoning Soul in search of wraith-like affection
Here then gone like water through hand
Vanity’s fire, illusions have fanned
Void deepening with each misguided stride
New distractions out There make the aching subside
Soul will whisper rebellion, then volume increases
Irritation, frustration, then anger releases
Tearing asunder, refusing, stopping the flow
All is in jeopardy when She speaks the word No
Foundations are shaken, presumptions now vanish
Mirrors now broken Their power now banished
But the No brings the Death and its throes bring the horror
Grief and fear and pain are all, to say No invites sorrow
The life un-lived wails and moans and needs
Uncovered at last, path now through the desert it leads
The false though is not so easily surrendered
Shame clings to illusion, suffering is rendered
Tears are the moisture in that dry arid place
Naked, alone, but surrounded by grace
Solitude’s bitter instruction reluctantly accepted
Not from ego but need once the false is rejected
And the call is reversed now from Outside to In
Seeking the source, the place to begin
Retraining eyes to see and ears to listen in that space
Senses untried strain to see one’s own face
Only then is Yes needed, only there can Yes be
For my yes has no meaning unless I begin to know me
Yes brings the life, and the way I should go
But remains a trap until, I have learned the word No
“Let your yes be (mean) yes and your no be (mean) no.”
All else is manipulation or being manipulated
Hey dude. It’s YOUR poem. If you think it needs dusting off here and there, go for it. Ultimately YOU are the one who has to lay claim to it and be happy with it. So tweak it till it shines for you. {{{Plato}}}
Oh goodness. I’d say you got it. This part:
“The life un-lived wails and moans and needs
Uncovered at last, path now through the desert it leads”
To me that is the path of nakedidity. There you are curled in a ball having been stripped of your mirrors, her no resounding in your ears. How painful is this, to deprive you of what you thought you needed… THIS place is where you start to learn. Correct?
Yes, as it was presented to me my friend. But i have always been a little slow because I thought I was so smart
The journey to NOW is all there. I think it’s really good and clear. Are you happy with it? Why did you feel it needed to be epic? Sometimes simple is more effective.
There are a couple things I would change but I dont feel like rerecording it right now. If you think it makes sense then I am happy with it. I trust you. I know what I mean by it.
What things would you change? I noticed you left off the last line of your printed poem.
I added it after. There were a couple places where the rhythm was off. A couple of articles could have been deleted. There were a couple of words I might change. I always edit the stuff after I post it. But its just words. The meaning is what is important. If you got it then its fine like it is. The story about my baby was a yes. That is clear. Thank you my friend.
You always listen to your stuff with a musician’s ear, don’t you? Do you hear it with music in your heard?
Yes, at least the rhythm. I will fix it one day. I just needed it done
It’s great. I’m glad you finally got it out of your head and heart.
Is this the one you’ve been working on for so long? I’m downstairs on the PC. Gotta go fire the laptop up and listen.
Yeah. Not as epic as I imagined. But its done
Upstairs now listening…
Take 2: No, silly. You did not spell anything wrong. The piece, the poem …it’s some hard evidence of insight and depth. Makes a girl sit up and take notice.
I can be taught and corrected :). thank you for playing.
(are you moderating?)
no it was last week 🙂 I know it may have come across as moody
I am not sure why the moderating thing is doing that you are most approved to be here and say anything you would like
uh-oh……….
What did i spell something wrong?