deci belle Posted November 2, 2012 Passing Notes I'd spell it out— leave your ear stinging but there's no reason… and so forgetting cause there's just wonder. They all say you know the way but I want to hear it coming from you …like thunder. Our own mouths can melt metal, but who could forge an open secret like you? Whisper me homeless pearly words when we meet in the middle in the middle of nowhere. I'll sing you rungs of hollowpoint leaned against the new moon by passerine nightbirds. I'll talk you down From siamese heights and then I will house you beyond the veils …yonder. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
XieJia Posted November 2, 2012 Lovely Belle ^ ^, let me join... Wonder sings, summer breeze Warm air blows within beast. Wind comes, Wind goes; such a tease Sun shines Cloud yet wanders, rainbow glides. All is expressed, myriads unfolds. Lightning Bolt! Thunder roar! Rain pours, tree leaves fall Within that moment, all ado Truth unspoken, Not through mouth or written words Let it be pour out from the heart. Fill the oceans to the sky high Torn me down from this height! Light it up, burn me thorough! Let the true be set free! Moon reflects, blue birds sings, Sun shines, cloud glides. With truth free, all is done. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jeff Posted November 2, 2012 Words confuse, while Thunder roars. Share it through the heart. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
suninmyeyes Posted November 2, 2012 Or enter the confusion and share the Heart . Can you stop the rain falling? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Fū Yue Posted November 2, 2012 Light may leave playful hints of heart's past times, but of the future there is no lamp, and the good man leaves no trail of travel, long gone are our lotus feet, before we ever meet, north, west; south, east, in every direction - it is a wonderful tantric feast, dreams consumed, seas devoured whole, yet behold! the brilliance is all that remains. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
deci belle Posted November 3, 2012 (edited) Vous guys!!❤❤❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤!! It does have a certain sentiment, non? I wrote this in about 48hrs living in a covered wagon about five springs ago in a place that smells of Jasmine. I love this poem very much. Thank you for the lovely notes, everyone. It is a dialogue~ a call, sincere homage, sureties of beloveds …sigh❤ The idea was to express for once extolling the virtue of actually saying and hearing the real power latent in real words (I always seem so to be such an anti-word), but it turned into a love note between the two things or somewhere between eros and eschaton~ even taoist alchemy often uses the erotic sentiment to express the thing going on between the two things. The proto-erotic and the living spark of your own knowing is one and the same. The impulse of eros is the will to see, to plumb desire, to know psyche …of this life, this world~ but her unworldly essence can only be destined for oneness in terms of true cosmic unity and her partnership with her eros, her fulfilled desire. I'm not referring to the what we are told is the Greek work, but the source of the mythic. Desire is cosmic. ed note: —just had to add something to those heavy hearts! Edited November 6, 2012 by deci belle Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
