Where did the music go
What does the poet do when the Song goes silent
He must wait and listen
There are empty spaces in all compositions
A foundation of silence, of stillness, which makes all else possible
Without the empty still spaces movement is random and vibration noise
Is is not a horrible thing
There is no reason to be afraid
Only wait and listen for Her cadence, Her rhythm
That is your Soul’s Groove silly forgetful man
She will return again as She wills
She is not a creature tamed and trained to do tricks for others
She is alive and wild like the wind
When She moves raise your sails and let Her fill them with Her
Ride the storms of Her, feel the touch of Her cooling breezes on your skin
When She is quiet you are not abandoned, it is only a punctuation before the next Word waiting to be spoken
When She is still remember that even your breath is filled with Her
In Her you live and move and have your being
She has stirred and taught and moved and awakened your sleeping Self
The inner world has grown and now awaits the poet’s action
Her stillness is a signal that there is Outer work to be completed, a new balance to be discovered
She moves at the will of the Creator continually calling forth the intention of you
A new creation, a path in the wilderness, a spring in the desert manifest on the material plane, awaits
The Outer life can be a trap and a trick, but so too can the labyrinth of the Inner
Her rhythm seeks harmony and balance, consonance
Her movement calls you in, Her stillness sends you out
It is never either/or but Both
The Word spoken from before the foundations seeks It’s incarnation in you
Btw, that picture is absolutely GORGEOUS! I love it. Printed it off.
Every line, every image, I love. Thank you. I felt every word.
Thank you for being here. 🙂
You girls are reading me like the Tarot. 🙂
You make me laugh 🙂
Do we get to call you Professor or Doctor now? 😀
Quit
Quit what? 😀 Lordy, boyo, you’re up late. Go sleep tight, precious.
Thrice I have come in to speak, and have lost it two time prior, perhaps by not waiting, not listening, not following the germination of thought.
Shall I believe it was not meant to be said? Nay. I shall just say it more plainly.
When you speak of such things as:
“There are empty spaces in all compositions
A foundation of silence, of stillness, which makes all else possible
Without the empty still spaces movement is random and vibration noise
It is not a horrible thing”
Does this not speak to a caesura? A pause, an accent, if you will? which leads me back to what you had said not a week ago:
“New awareness is finally breaking the old making room for what is not, yet” as you spoke of ‘Mountains nor Molehills.’ I feel a connection. In fact, I am seeing how all these previous thoughts, are leading one to the other, but need that space between.
And I see that the ‘Kingdom of Both’ has come in again,
“It is never either/or but Both.”
I shall stay awhile, and dream of having found the lost chord.
“I feel a connection. In fact, I am seeing how all these previous thoughts, are leading one to the other, but need that space between.”
Yes! That’s exactly what I meant by your poetry moving into a whole different realm. I think, perhaps, it could be called POETOLOGY.
Oh good! I’m glad I’m not just imagining the flow! I like that, poetology 😀
moving… and I like your voice.
This is what happens when you go so quiet. You compose your own soul music. “When She is quiet you are not abandoned, it is only a punctuation between the next Word waiting to be spoken.” THAT is SO beautiful… And so you.
“She moves at the will of the Creator continually calling forth the intention of you. A new creation, a path in the wilderness, a spring in the desert manifest on the material plane awaits…”
I NEED that spring… Though you couldn’t know, this addresses my comment on Old Woods. (The other blog I used to use was called Wellsprings and Dragonfly Wings.) That would have really spoken to me and lifted my spirits had I only read it before getting off here this morning. I guess we need to have a little discussion about what it means to have intentions. I used to see the word used in lists in the bulletin at St. Joseph’s when Bran was cantering there, but I was never quite sure what it meant as they used it. I’m guessing it’s the same thing you are saying.
THIS kind of poetry of yours moves into a whole different realm from my perspective.
I was thinking less of having intention and more about becoming what one is intended to be. There is a reference in the revelation that at the consummation of all things we will receive a white stone with a new name on it that no one will know except the one receiving it.
Fascinating. Why have I never been hit in the head with that stone. It sounds like it would make a fabulous quest in a fantasy story. I must have read right over the top of that. But I like what you said about the difference in intention and intended. That makes more sense to me.
The reference is in the second chapter. I notice odd things at times
By Word I was thinking logos
I wouldn’t call that odd. A talking jackass is odd. That’s just symbolic. Yes, logos. I figured that one out. I’d love to be in a Bible class you teach!
I would love to be taught by you. But you do that every day
^^’
What’s that
Blush…
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You have a disconcerting way of choking me all up you silly thing.
The final line is an eloquent and appropriate ending–“The Word spoken from before the foundations seeks It’s incarnation in you.” It holds truth to the belief that there is God in all of us.
I glimpse the Creator in your work