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The Way of Bright Honour

o seeker read these words and weep for thy soul so still asleep as yet unawakened to this world of love divine and deep o seeker hear these words and sigh thy soul and god are ever nigh divided by the doors of mu unopened 'til the day we die unless by dint of effort one may bring the doors of mu undone enjoying thus enlightenment ye lama, sufi, saint or nun what is the point of seeking this when life is won by kill or kiss and pleasure reaps its own reward why bother with eternal bliss? yet the mystic path endures the sacred flame divine allures the love of truth and wisdom high even though all love injures o seeker fill thy heart with joy all pain dissolves if thou employ the wisdom of which masters speak to each and every girl and boy o seeker fill thy mind with wonder if ye hear the sound of thunder understand the lightning strikes to split the living tree asunder for if the living tree survive rent to the heart exposed alive what might it say to bears about the bee, the honey and the hive? so can thy soul be struck by love from below or from above when the bolt is from the hand invisible without the glove ember in the hearth of home star of truth high in the dome hand of divine destiny pearly shell become the comb mother earth and father sky long ago created i living songline living still o seeker dost thou wonder why? o seeker pray and meditate live and love and contemplate render naught to worthy not raise thy children true and straight o seeker sing a soft refrain perceptive be and still remain turn the blade of vagary with harmony for love to reign is life through which we fleeting pass a grain of sand inside the glass or the eye that sees it fall compassionate despite the farce? how great the beauty so sublime of poesy replete with rhyme harmonic of the simple truth transcending bonds of mortal time i heard thee calling from afar ahura mazda avatar keeper of the sacred flame sent through the doors of time ajar thy silent voice so sentient spake words of wisdom and lament once heard in kingdoms of the rose still written in the roses scent simple message yearning for one open heart from evermore light on water musical perfumed garden, divine law

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Date: 3/28/2015 7:56:00 PM
Fantastically knowledgeable and splendidly Detailed. This is good poetry. V.B Rogers
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Date: 3/3/2015 6:16:00 PM
Hi Steven, you have penned some very deep thoughts about the meaning and mysteries of life here. (I noticed you mentioned "Mu." Have you read about Lemuria, aka Mu, too?) I especially liked the lines: "What is the point of seeking this, when life is won by kill or kiss?" Your poem appears to have been written by one of the British Romantic Poets. It's quite a talent to be able to convey thoughts in this manner. Welcome to Poetry Soup! Hugs, Carolyn
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Steven Hanlon
Date: 3/3/2015 7:43:00 PM
g'day carolyn thankyou for your kind words and welcome. yes my understanding is that the continent of mu or lemuria is a mythological land populated by a race of people who communicated by singing over long distances much like i am doing now, singing down the wire as it were. aboriginal songlines here in oz and the ley lines of the celts were their internet cables i guess. the doors of mu is a dual reference to the door in our consciousness which separates us from our soul or universal self as in zen buddhism and also to the sound 'barrier' which prevents us from truly hearing the song of life whether it be in the form of another human being speaking to us or the sound of the living moment. i'm not sure if being of irish heritage qualifies me as a british romantic but i'm sure a few of them, like me, had an interest in islamic mysticism or sufism. sorry for the long-winded reply, great to hear from you

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