thoughts

Thread originally posted on the Aeclectic Tarot Forum on 31 Aug 2002, and now archived in the Forum Library.

napaea	31 Aug 2002
From "Earth Prayers From Around the World" edited by Elizabeth Roberts & Elias Amidon ... When we get out of the the glass bottles of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper. D.H. Lawrence ... Awakening in a moment of peace I give thanks to the source of all peace as I set forth into the day the birds sing with new voices and I listen with new ears and give thanks nearby the flower called Angel's Trumpet blows in the breeze and I give thanks my feet touch the grass still wet with dew and I give thanks both to my mother earth for sustaining my steps and to the seas cycling once again to bring forth new life the dewdrops become jewelled with the morning's sun-fire and I give thanks you can see forever when the vision is clear in this moment each moment I give thanks. Harriet Kofalk

Laurel	31 Aug 2002
That first poem really hit me right in the core. I look at the wilderness there as both literal and metaphorical. My own spiritual life could use a few more primal experiences like that these days :)

debins	31 Aug 2002
Sometimes D.H. Lawrence can seem deeply mystical with such a passion that really stirs the soul. I'm going to hit print and keep it. Thanks.

Yogi Cat	01 Sep 2002
Thanks for the poetry Napaea - it really makes one think. I'm also going to print this off to keep. Love and light

napaea	02 Sep 2002
Ah Power that swirls us together Grant us Bliss Grant us the great release And to all Beings Vanishing, wounded In trouble on earth We pass on this love May their numbers increase. ** Gary Snyder ** ------------------------------------------------- O sacred season of Autumn, be my teacher, for I wish to learn the virtue of contentment. As I gaze upon your full-colored beauty, I sense all about you an at-homeness with your amber riches. You are the season of retirement, of full barns and harvested fields. The cycle of growth has ceased, and the busy work of giving life is now completed. I sense in you no regrets: you've lived a full life. I live in a society that is ever-restless, always eager for more mountains to climb, seeking happiness through more and more possessions. As a child of my culture, I am seldom truly at peace with what I have. Teach me to take stock of what I have given and received, may I know that it's enough, that my striving can cease in the abundance of God's grace. May I know the contentment that allows the totality of my energies to come to full flower. May I know that like you I am rich beyond measure. As you, O Autumn, take pleasure in your great bounty, let me also take delight in the abundance of the simple things in life which are the true source of joy. With the golden glow of peaceful contentment may I truly appreciate this autumn day. *** Edward Hays ***

DarkElectric	02 Sep 2002
Oh, Napaea! The poetry is beautiful. And ever so inspiring! I've always envied poets. The ability of poets to present the written word in it's intrinsic purity as vector of idea truly amazes me. I can write prose, but the art of poetry seems to constantly elude me.

napaea	08 Sep 2002
the fortress: I sit at the window and watch the world go by and wonder at its beauty so far away so unattainable. So many people living their lives while I stand by and watch them getting married growing old. But I have chosen this life of solitude. I have made my own fortress. Can I now after all this time pull it down? Napaea ------------------------------------------------------------- the depth "Don't go inside!" the voice cried out to someone standing near. "It's far too dark inside of there. You'll lose your way, I fear". And so the other stopped himself when he had come so close. And on that day, he turned away, THE DEPTH to never know. For THE DEPTH is black, and deep, and dark, or so I have been told - and in its belly lies THE VOID whose walls are bleak and cold. And in THE VOID is NOTHINGNESS, so still...so mystifying, that no one dare enter in that cave for fear they'd soon be dying. But is there really danger in this place where none abide? And if none go in, how can it be they call it "THE DARK SIDE"? For who would know how dark it is unless they looked within? THE DEPTH could not be measured without someon stepping in. But man must know where not to go, I guess instinctively. THE DEPTH goes on unexplored. I know... because it's me. Napaea

napaea	08 Sep 2002
i hope some others will post some poetry here, i'd like to see what others are inspired by!

napaea	25 Sep 2002
Although they have tightly bound my arms and legs, All over the mountain I hear the song of birds, And the forest is filled with the perfume of spring-flowers. Who can prevent me from freely enjoying these, Which take from the long journey a little of its loneliness? Ho Chi Minh

Strega	25 Sep 2002
Beautiful and truly inspiring! Thanks, Napaea. :)

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