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The Quiet Boys - All Through The Night (Welsh Air)
A friend, Shane Terry and I are singing this song for you
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Though it may be brief, I feel it important that I try to get back in the habit of writing. What I offer up in the beginning will probably not be the best, but it is getting back into to swing of things.
Thanks dearly, and I hope you find something you like here.
Begging Heaven for entrance
to bury the bonds of being
for paradise above is gleaming
though some claim the passage is unreal.
Still there is faith
as children can make
anything for their eyes
not at all fake,
true as deep waters can drown.
All around me spirits creep and fly
in corners
above and below
slow-speaking secrets
asking for a soul
to prove their skill in mending.
I pass mine over to them
see the stitches hide and seek
and for weeks the needle runs
riddling the fabric
that many times
was soaked, wrung, and left for the sun to dry.
For a year I watched them, nude,
and never ate a bite
never blinked
or bothered them,
breathed out all my oxygen,
they laid me away
with a shawl to stay
tranquil,
resting for the best.
Kahlil Gibran (via elemenop)
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Winter dead,
the fire left burning,
flame tongues turning
over dead leaves,
filling the house with smoke.
Spring enduring,
written too much of,
etched in black,
falls from the table,
wishes to be blue.
Summer spreading,
solar-indebted
to weddings outdoors,
stains the white dress sweaty,
wonders when it might cool.
Autumn once more shedding,
with a young poet regretting
that rhyme is all he’s finding there is comfort on the limb
as too is leaping there for him.
It has been so long that I haven’t posted a poem or a picture.
I scarcely can imagine how to start back.
“Geometry existed before the creation.”
- PlatoWhat is Sacred Geometry?
Plato said in his famous work, The Republic (VII, 527 d, e), that it is through geometry that one purifies the eye of the soul, “since it is by it alone that we contemplate the truth”.
Sacred Geometry is visible everywhere you look in nature: from the spirals of the nautilus shell, the sunflower and spiral galaxies, to the hexagons of snowflakes, flowers and a bee’s honeycomb.
Sacred Geometry is also known as Language of Light. It is only through the comprehension of this eternal truth and through the opening of the Sacred Chambers of one’s heart that we are able to fully integrate the functions of both cerebral hemispheres. This, in turn, helps immensely to fully activate the Pineal Gland, whose functions and activities are restricted to a bare minimum in most individuals.
Sacred Geometry can be defined as the study of the connections between proportions and forms contained in both the Microcosm and Macrocosmic Dimensions with the purpose to understand the Unity and Oneness that underlines all Creation and life. These series of measurements and proportions ordain and organize for us our perception of time and space, as well as our temporary construct of reality. Sacred Geometry for us is a way to represent the Divine through from and shape. Through its conception of forms, it embodies the perfect marriage between the Earth and the Heavens, or physical reality with the energy of the Sacred.
Throughout recorded history, the ancient civilizations, such as the Egyptians, the Greeks and Mayans, through the architects of the gothic cathedrals and artists as such as Leonardo da Vince, Sacred Geometry has been recognized in the nature of the all forms. These special proportions translate a Unity among themselves and harmony among the universe of creation.
The relationships and connections which are considered Sacred Geometry are also valid for interpretations inside of the realm of human expressions, such as in the field of music and art. The study of harmony has fascinated compositors and musicians through centuries and it reveals to us that Sacred Geometry is, in fact, the language that can bring us closer to an understanding of the mind of creation.
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Let me tell of morning ways,
that sees us blind in shafts of light,
or lies to us that all is yet night,
the linens stretch but seem to short,
and staying warm becomes a sport
of tossing turns to match the wind
that blows and shivers,
never ends,
the fire that burns to keep the peace
is licking out and, at me, reached,
pulled out of the bed,
while dreams rebound
and all my body feels heavy and bound,
the clasp of my hands is weak and bare
no work yet on them,
clean and fair,
to Follow practiced steps again,
to earn a dollar,
turn and spend.
Keen sight and blessings of St. Christopher to the ones enduring their travels against snow and Ice.
Caring and Sharing
While reading my beloved old book of Ballads I found this, that in Old Norse, “Weird” means “fate.”
Daydreaming,
where the wooden plane roars
as we soar o’er the grain
healing suffered sores in the wind rushing by
multiplying up the legs
leverage let’s this light slow
as we speed reaching out,
leaning into the orbit unending,
the roar sustains,
through the hearty grain,
mending pains as we defy our feet,
speeding rounder
while the world paced slower to
the senses,
joyed in moving-
knowledge now by physics made
surrounded by separation,
assenting.