Poetic/artful expressions of insight

[Jendayi]

Dear friends...

I have been reflecting on my life last year and i've entered the deepest and darkest corners of my body and soul so i may become whole again.. i do this every other year or so..
This time, almost at the end of my journey i got inspired and wrote the poem you can read below this statement to express my journey in a way that cannot be thought about.. it can only be felt and contemplated..

as i entered the last words, i burst out in to tears and shared this with a close friend of mine..
it feels right to share this, as some of you and maybe all will be touched by what is written..
again, this poem and insight confirms to me how important it is to know when to help
and when to leave matters alone, to know why and how we want to be seen and accepted so badly..
To accept one self completely, everything and all.. light and dark
to know when to retreat and to know when to fight. the choice between fear and love is ours and ours alone...
and that's really ok.. REALLY!

I've gone through many layers of my being which led me to write this poem about the dark night of the soul.... from lust to love, fear & hate, war & peace ****ed up images, beautiful sceneries, demons & angels.. and you know what?
it wasn't that scary.. it's just the anticipation that causes the fear, the experience itself can be quite fun, if you let it...

haha... we all have a "bad" boy or girl inside us.. enjoy it and have fun!, just be sure not to hurt others...

anyway.. i've reached somewhat of a conclusion about myself and others...
we are all sovereign beings, i am a sovereign being and hold responsibility only to myself...
You are not responsible for my well being, i am.. just like you are responsible for yours ;-)
Thank you all for providing me the play field to experience myself and realize this..
I release the past and all labels others have put upon me, I am that I am.
I re-claim my space as my own and will share it in the moments i wish with the ones who can respect it and whom i can respect being there..

So.....Here is the poem..
love and light.. jendayi/robert/blabla/no name/ whatever!!! It's all labels given to me, or thought up by someone else so... i really don't care any more.. love doesn't need a label, however, feel free to use them.. I do!
if my poem inspires you to share some of your own poetic or artfull expressions.. please do!!!!
namaste...

Stillness.... by jendayi

As i sit here, I see my reflection in the liquid of life...
Waves entering the pool of my being.
Distorting what i see.

As i sit here, I look upon the lessons, hidden within my strife.
Ripples of doubt in the pond of my way...
Infecting what i feel.

As i lay me down on the banks of my river,
I hear the voices of the stream...
Calling me to light....
As i turn around on my back when it shivers,
I say....
"Be still, friends of my dream, just leave me for the night"

I rush through my anger, my tears, my despair...
For the lust of this place answers no prayer.
I look at my pride, my sorrow, my fear...
And suddenly...
It is all so simple and clear

As i stand here,
I see my resurrection in the mirror of all...
Wisdom touches the heart of my being...
Enhancing what i see.

As i stand here,
I look upon the sparkles, just as i recall...
Shimmers of love in the night of my day...
Knowing what i feel.

I see within me, a light ever shining.
A candle so bright, it burns down my plight.
I welcome my shadow, standing beside me.
A power so strong, it survives through the night.

My life is my own.
I travel through time...
Entering spheres of solitude and stepping outside to play...

My mind is my own.
I venture inside...
Entering spaces of gratitude and spending a moment to pray...

My fear is my own.
I travel through hell..
Passing scenes so desolate, created by my pain...

My body is my own.
I know it too well..
Enjoying life so elegant, dancing in the rain...

My heart is my own.
Free to caress...
Living dreams so passionate,
created by my love..

My soul is my own.
Here to express...
Make known the unknown..
from vulture to dove

My darkness is my own..
it shares it's life with me.
Blending with the night,
I move in total hiding...

My brightness is my own..
as all ways it shall be.
Spreading wings of light...
the stillness of the gliding...

As i sit here,
i see my reflection in the liquid of life...
waves moving through the pool of my being...
adding to what i see..

As i sit here,
i look upon the essence and the reason of my strife...
Ripples of insight in the pond of my way...
To answer what i feel..

As I rest and replenish, at the banks of my river,
I hear the voice of my dream, sharing it's light.
Now I lay on my side, for I no longer shiver...
I say.....
"Don't worry my friend, I'm at peace with the night"

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[Laochra]

Beautiful that jendayi. Hears one of mine

Dear inspiration.

Hark a known voice calls out to me
Dark not as night but blue as the sea
With fathoms of wisdom turned on each phrase
My eyes burn like fire I've met with her gaze
Straight in through the window and into my heart
She fills me with passion yes that is her art
Kissed by her lips gone is anticipation
My love has come home
Sweet dear inspiration.

I wrote that poem when I was in a bad place. The next day everything changed for the better

[Jendayi]

Posted by Laochra (here)
Beautiful that jendayi. Hears one of mine

Dear inspiration.

Hark a known voice calls out to me
Dark not as night but blue as the sea
With fathoms of wisdom turned on each phrase
My eyes burn like fire I've met with her gaze
Straight in through the window and into my heart
She fills me with passion yes that is her art
Kissed by her lips gone is anticipation
My love has come home
Sweet dear inspiration.

I wrote that poem when I was in a bad place. The next day everything changed for the better

Beautiful!!!!!
yep.. felt better the next day too.. thanks for sharing..
In La'Kech

[Laochra]

Gra agus an fhirinne a thabhairt duit

[Lunesoleil]

A night
A flame
Crashes
On my soul
And burn it
All moved
The dragonfly
Who on the wall
After the event
So penetrating
While walking
In the wind
Then still
On a twig
Thinks
It's midnight
Not a sound
And suddenly
Without waiting
It came so quickly
Yet it's life
The sun
Is awakening
The flame goes out
Without seeing the morning
And the dragonfly
She disappeared
At daybreak
Forever
(my beginnings in poetry I no longer count….)

🙏🏼

[Eva2]

To All Of This
to all of this . sleep ∙ sleep ∙ who sails my mystic waters deep ∙ whose fickle keel by chaos held divides a chartless sea ∙ who heals at will and makes no vow ∙ who ever fails to calm my storms and will not fall to fail me now – from east and west, above ∙ below, shoot cryptic founts of passion bright ∙ plaited chainmail runes of light that hold me now and bind me tight – bursting from within, boiling streams of waking dreams ∙ from bullwhip’s hiss to sweetest kiss ∙ from agony to erotic bliss, the geysers of wild archetypes, that anchor me to all of this.
.
Elijah Morton

[grapevine]

Song Of The Rain

I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.

When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.

The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.

I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.

I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.

The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.

I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.

So with love -
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colourful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.

- Khalil Gibran

[Delight]

This is a must see. It is so FULL of amazement, wonder, beauty, truth.

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[thepainterdoug]

I watched it last night!!

[jaybee]

Posted by Delight (here)
This is a must see. It is so FULL of amazement, wonder, beauty, truth.

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thank you so much for sharing that .... it was a beautiful, awesome and unforgettable story -

[Eva2]

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
(The Lord of Rings)

[Marianne]

May I join the poetry party?

I am moved to share this poem as a result of a symbolic crystal staircase showing up in my shamanic work.

Mother to Son
BY Langston Hughes

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.

But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.


Langston Hughes, "Mother to Son" from The Collected Works of Langston Hughes. Copyright © 2002 by Langston Hughes. Reprinted by permission of Harold Ober Associates, Inc.

[Eva2]

"Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace."
―Alfred, Lord Tennyson

[Eva2]

Pity the nation...
BY LAWRANCE. FERLINGHETTI (2007)
Pity the nation whose people are sheep
And whose shepherds mislead them
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars
Whose sages are silenced
and whose bigots haunt the airways
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
but aims to rule the world
by force and by torture
And knows
No other language but its own
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed
Pity the nation Oh pity the people of my country
My country, tears of thee
Sweet land of liberty!