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9 Mar 2006 @ 08:49, by raypows. Ideas, Creativity
I began writing poetry when I was 12 years old, the same year I was taught to meditate. I would go into a sort of trance, a oneness, and the experience of automatic writing would happen. as I grew in age and evolution I became more conscious as I dipped into dimensions and simultaneously wrote down the gifts I received. My life has been a process of integrating, embodying the mystic veil that was opened to me as a young man. The world, our culture has been a challenge for me at times and I am grateful for the wisdom of earth peoples who have an understanding of our multi-dimensional nature.
Here are some of my more recent writings. Though not in relationship, some like “I Remember” were inspired by profound connections during Soul (or eye gazing) with another. Love IS a tidal wave that, if we are willing to surrender, shakes us to the very core.
Sanctity Dwells
What is pure must become unpure.
Daily, light changes into dark,
Is purity a fact or an opinion?
Does truth reveal itself to thieves as well as kings?
There was a martyr once who’s blood flowed onto the belly of Gaia,
it rained, and wedding bells were heard.
I’ve seen men dance with flames twirling from their wrists,
Do their hearts burn with that longing?
I remember, so vividly sometimes,
running down the middle of the street, fearless,
somehow, there came a time,
when I believed it was safer to walk on the side,
always checking behind my back.
I found that the middle is where sanctity dwells.
I Remember
How can I not be overjoyed?
Blue stars from the ethers that only I can see,
They look so much like your eyes,
The face of Love,
The moon behind the clouds,
A shadow puppet,
Two lovers embrace,
They dance in the firmament,
I dance in the cool canyon breeze,
The fire in my heart is fed by thoughts of you,
I am drunk, but not drunk,
I am wide awake,
Lucid as the fig whose roots drink from the stream,
Or the double winged dragonfly that lights on my hand,
There is more that I do not know than what I know,
The more pomegranate seeds I eat the more are revealed,
The juice stains my lips,
Runs down my chin,
The sweetest nectar reminding me of you.
There is no either or…
Unbind me,
Take these shackles from my wrists,
let my swollen ankles free,
This body,
at once a prison and the holiest of holies,
Eden and Babylon both in my belly,
My breath keeps missing my heart,
I want this ember to flame,
To burn and glow from behind my eyes,
Illuminating the path before me,
A lighthouse on the shores
of the ocean of Love and Mercy.
This illusion of separateness,
It keeps me tethered in a dream,
Where a camel tries to walk on water,
And fish run thirsty on the desert floor.
Hidden,
there inside my inner smile,
A host of angels,
Oneness with wings,
I must not forget to look behind me,
A tidal wave of Love,
Drown or surf?
There is no either or…
The Wren
How can I quench this thirst?
I could drown myself and only steam would rise,
You could see me glowing in the river,
The sun and I would have a contest,
Who could make the seeds grow faster
And sleep with the moon,
The wren springs to life in my hand
And sings in my ear,
This I understand,
But these longings, they are a mystery to me, More >
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 7 Mar 2006 @ 10:18, by shimanta. Ideas, Creativity
Less than a year ago... More >
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 3 Mar 2006 @ 12:14, by judih. Ideas, Creativity
Surrounded by flowers,
yet mist clouds my mind More >
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 28 Feb 2006 @ 22:52, by poetsong. Ideas, Creativity
The inhabitants of this world go about their business in ignorance, buying, selling, immersing themselves in a variety of of diversions. Yet, a battle rages on for the preservation of their race.
On the borders beyond the western wood a Seer awaits the coming of a monstrous race. His staff has burst into flames, and he will fight again on behalf of the human race.
The clock is ticking and enemy grows stronger. Unless the nations awaken to the threat, the world will be anhilated.
* Photo is property of N Marion Hage. It was taken by Susan Demko and Jim Jasterzinski. Photo Art and Costume by N Marion Hage. More >
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 25 Feb 2006 @ 15:09, by monique. Ideas, Creativity
Welcome to The NCN Poet Tree Anthology...we hope you'll enjoy this evolving, involving and revolving selection of prose from NCN poets, worldwide - submissions are welcomed.
Here's an adornment of our poet tree called Abandono, by Monica Korycinska. The poem has been written in Spanish, but you can find an English translation as well. More >
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 22 Feb 2006 @ 02:16, by jmarc. Ideas, Creativity
I'd been down at the tavern having some fun with a milch cow when a cull
recognised me as the one who put the bite on his jem after I'd gotten him
clear on some Bene Bowse last week, but not clear enough that he'd forgot my
face, it seemed. Anyway, I didn't see the cull, but he saw me and told the
beggar maker who cried beef. The bandog had me in ruffles before I was twig. More >
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 21 Feb 2006 @ 23:48, by poetsong. Ideas, Creativity
A lonely Seer dressed in gold-laced robes still walks this earth, appearing and disappearing as he slips in and out of the in-between realm.
Once a king of men, he was selfish and cruel, but no moreso than all the kings of the earth were in the days when evil prevailed. On the eve of the destruction of the world, this king relented of his wicked deeds, and turned to save the perishing from the nations.
The world as it was could not be saved, and was nearly torn in two, but through his efforts a remnant survived and were permitted to rebuild on the new lands that formed.
He was appointed as Watchman over the nations along with a small host of others, to warn them that the very same unseen evil that despoiled all that went before, was still alive and seeking new victims.
N. Marion Hage 2/25/06
*All pictures and story lines are the intellectual property of N Marion Hage, and copywritten. Please do not use this information without permission of the author.
Pictures were taken by Susan Demko and Jim Jasterzinski. Photoart and costume were by N Marion Hage. More >
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 18 Feb 2006 @ 22:10, by koravya. Ideas, Creativity
Series of pictures of planet Blue.
[link]
Other than that,
a few midnight thoughts. . . More >
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 17 Feb 2006 @ 15:50, by judih. Ideas, Creativity
grey month with touches of beauty
these pieces seem bitter. Let me know
what you think. More >
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 13 Feb 2006 @ 13:41, by shimanta. Ideas, Creativity
A Lament For Their Eyes**
(For my *ULFA brethren who are either dead, dying or will die)
(*The United Liberation Front Of Assam,- a secessionist militant organisation fighting for an independent statehood in the state of Assam, India). More >
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