Posted in Art, God, History, Jesus, Mystery, Mysticism, Religion, World, tagged Christ, da Vinci, Dan Brown, doors, last supper, Leonardo, Mary Magdalene on May 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Not the da Vinci original but a copy from the protestant church in Haigerloch, southern Germany. The person to the left of Christ is clearly a woman. This painting is older than Dan Brown’s The da Vinci code but would lend itself very well to Brown’s interpretation.
And the door in the back, where does it [...]
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Posted in Eden, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Mysticism, Paradise, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged angel, Babylon, Bessie Smith, blue, breasts, eye, infinity, Mayan, roses, seductress on April 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I walk across a spill of objects on bare chafed feet.
I step on drum jugs and notice they’re breasts,
but hard, their nipples like the flat ends of hazelnuts.
A forest of wind-blown trees fades into greyness.
Amidst the blowing wind an angel seductress sits,
barely clad, enticing legs professing modesty, doll face
like Bessie Smith but white, head wreathed, [...]
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Posted in Hermeticism, Language, Life, Literature, Mysticism, Poetry, Religion, Words, tagged body, soul on April 21, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Why deny
this body
its rights?
It is this
soul’s one
and only
and best
container
this time
around.
– Niebla
A somewhat late response to “Body and/or Link” (Two for Tuesdays VIII).
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White
is
white. What’s
the news? Snow
is far away, so
this white must be a dead dream, right?
– Niebla (© 2007)
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What
is
my share
in this world?
What can I give it,
and how am I engrained in it?
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2007)
The author writes about this:
“I carried this thought along on my walk this morning, forgot about it at the bakery while talking to the Ukrainian owner, then picked up on it again on my way home, arranging lines [...]
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Posted in Life, Lyrics, Music, Mysticism, Poetry, Sufism, tagged Linda Thompson, Lyrics, moon, Music, pour down like silver, Richard Thompson, Sufism, Thompson on March 24, 2007 | No Comments »
This old house is falling down around my ears
I’m drowning in a river of my tears
When all my will is gone you hold me sway
I need you at the dimming of the day
You pull me like the moon pulls on the tide
You know just where I keep my better side
What days have come to [...]
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Some days
like today
life, my life
appears to be
devoid of sense.
Even though
I know
that I’m supposed
to advance,
to gain
experience.
On days
like this
there is
no love,
love is
buried.
I am one
big open wound,
I am only dread
and despair.
Days like this –
the only
hope is
they’ll go by,
and experience
tells that
days like this
have gone by
in the past.
– Niebla
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El
pá-
jaro
que no se
cansa hasta que
encienda esta noche
This
bird,
tireless
and tiresome,
whose song will not cease
until the night is set alight
– Scardanelli (copyright 2007)
Both Spanish and English follow fibonacci rules:
1/1/2/3/5/8 syllables.
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The lyrics of one of Richard Thompson’s greatest songs have a mystic or sufi ring:
Beat the Retreat
I’m beating my retreat
Back home to you
I’m beating my retreat
Back home to you
I’m burning all my bridges
I’m burning all my bridges
I’m burning all my bridges
I’m running back home to you
I’m trailing my colours
Back home to you
I’m trailing my [...]
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(Caspar David Friedrich, Lonely Tree, 1822)
Some people are given flatlands
with their wide visibility all around,
their peacefully meandering
rivers
And some have to live with
hills and valleys
Some with towering cliffs
like Himalayas
and gaping chasms,
narrow gorges
through which shoots
the water of life
– Niebla (copyright 2007)
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