Light rite

Light-seeding:
Before planting, weeding
After planting, weeding.

Bright blessings of Imbolc, to you. The Light shines in the darkness and the darkness shall never overcome It. ⚡️

Wake up!

Between the seeming
life and death
of modern gods
and sleeping lords
by aeons touched
is just a breath
of consciousness
arisen in dimensions dreamed
by Human Beings being
but
Wake up! Wake up!
You’ve slept enough.

Who killed Democracy?

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
.’ ~ William Blake

~*~
Who killed Democracy?
We, sighed the People,
With our blind eye,
We killed Democracy.
Who saw it die?
I, replied Everyone,
By complacent idling,
I saw it die.
Who bought its blood?
Us, cried the corporations,
With our disregard for nation,
We bought its blood.
Who’ll make its shroud?
We, sang the rich and proud,
With our crony vows,
We’ll make its shroud.
Who’ll dig its grave?
Us, say the governments,
With disempowerment,
We’ll dig its grave.
Who’ll toll the bell?
They, knelling in extremis,
Visioning hell,
They’ll toll the bell.
Who’ll be chief mourner?
We, cried all,
With our heart and soul,
We’ll chiefly mourn.
And the World fell a-sobbing
And a-sighing for a sacrifice
Relying on its hope to be reborn.

Too much here

Be in the world but not of it
As matter fixed
Though spirit be not bound to here.

But, what, then, of the days
When you feel so much
Of the world and yet not in it,
That the spirit follows limit
Into hollowed ground to disappear?

Poetic Life

Today is World Poetry Day – “Poetry reaffirms our common humanity by revealing to us that individuals, everywhere in the world, share the same questions and feelings.”

It is also Persian New Year – “Often in Iranian families it is traditional to open Hafiz, see which page of poetry one has opened and read it aloud and try to feel whether it has any omen for the coming year.”

 

‘The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.’ – Hafiz of Persia

 

‘We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul’s life, Love is simply creation’s greatest joy.’ – Hafiz of Persia

 

I can identify with this divination practice, having done it many times over the years with various books. Of course, it is only as effective and relevant as one’s inner self allows – it can be taken lightly or seriously – and does not, obviously, remove one’s personal responsibility but it can bring a simple jolt to stale thought, exercise the imagination, caution Will, and inspire direction.

Kahlil Gibran is one of my favourite poets. Today, I opened ‘The Prophet’ with World Poetry Day in mind and this was offered:

‘Say not, I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.”
Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.’

 

Life is poetry. And how wonderful is that!

Light and Love
Be all withal
A call in every One
For by our hearts
We are the parts
Of Beauty’s greater sum.

[hex à triptych]