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Thirst for quest unquenchable he thinks and ponders,
An inextinguishable fire blazing so bright;
Searching for truth, like a nomad, long he wanders,
Through lands and seas and hills, and mountains with no fright...!
Curiosity floods in like Monsoon Rivers,
Queries, like waves of Tsunami hit oceans, break;
Pining for facts, like the thunderous sky, quivers,
Relentless steadfastness curls like whirls in a lake...!
Physique and psyche blended within him he peeps,
Hope and trust, like the sun and moon, are his powers;
Like the sea in the full moon, lo, he gladly leaps,
Divine grace, over him, like soft drizzles, showers...!
Flow, O seeker, like streams, that are fresh and vibrant,
Finding never-ending truths and enlightenment…!!!
Realization & The World Religions
Christianity
Petro—Peter means stone
Jesus made a pun:
Upon this stone I build my church
Unto you I give the keys to the Kingdom
Hence Peter—The First Pope
Jesus “He is my Rock and Salvation”
Judaism
The Mitzvah—God blesses every good deed
The Buddha
sits under a bode tree,
Surrounded by swirling forces of greed,
temptation, and evil intent
Desires which are the source of all suffering
Through meditation he extinguishes these desires
like he would a fire
What remains is the pure,
ecstatic bliss of endless, inextinguishable love
Krishna’s Dance
represents the lifeforce constant change and flux
The vital, joyous force,
casting off our collective part of painful illusion,
and sweeping us ever onward in an endless, journey—Nirvana
Islam
Allah—The One and only God—Allah is good
Muslims worship the God of Noah, Abraham,
Moses, David and Jesus
Peace be upon them all.
However, it is certainly true that Jews,
Christians and Muslims
all have different concepts of
Almighty God
Realization
From my deepest self I reveal
an emotional rapture of the combined sacred oneness
Enamored in love is how I truly feel
note: Monotheistic religion starts at the core wherein one
God created the world and its people because He loved them!
Polytheistic religions also have love at their core.
AD 60 or 70 first known Christian writings
1600's Christian Bible, King James time
Before that Pagan Nature Worship
In the wee hours of my awakening
You kept me from falling
You saved my life, though I'd tasted poison
You saw me drowning and sent hands to help me,
Thank You.
Thank You for seeing me safely through hurricanes
Thank You for sunshine and rain
Thank You for sending me aboard two helpful planes.
Though fire and ice were harsh,
Thank You for safety and warmth
Though mine eyes were clouded by fear,
Thank You for Your grace, endless as time so near
Though I sometimes forget how much You care,
You caused me to listen with my inner ear,
Thank You.
Thank You for giving me a second chance at life
Thank You for hearing my prayers day and night
Thank You for Your inextinguishable light.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
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(Revisited on my 65th B'day, Sept 6th)
Written 6/1/12
Form:
color awe
so crystal as to hear an
enigma
whiffed fragrance
a strangeness to scarcely taste
obscure scenes
light is sown
feel the warmth that follows miles
minds do smile
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"An individual whose conscious awareness is such that a sound becomes fused with a sense of color and taste; for whom each fleeting impression engenders a vivid, inextinguishable image; for whom words have quite different meanings than they do for us—such a person cannot mature in the same way others do, nor will his inner world, his life history tend to be like others'."
from:
Luria, A. R. & Solotaroff, Lynn (translator) (1968) The mind of a mnemonist: a little book about a vast memory. Jonathan Cape
MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS OF MEDIEVAL ENGLISH POEMS
Inordinate Love
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 15th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I shall say what inordinate love is:
The ferocity and singleness of mind,
An inextinguishable burning devoid of bliss,
A great hunger, too insatiable to decline,
A dulcet ill, an evil sweetness, blind,
A right wonderful, sugared, sweet error,
Without any rest, contrary to kind,
Without quiet, a riot of useless labor.
Unkindness Has Killed Me
anonymous Middle English poem, 15th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Grievous is my sorrow:
Both evening and morrow;
Unto myself alone
Thus do I moan,
That unkindness has killed me
And put me to this pain.
Alas! what remedy
That I cannot refrain?
The spring under a thorn
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 15th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
At a wellspring, under a thorn,
the remedy for an ill was born.
There stood beside a maid
Full of love bound,
And whoso seeks true love,
In her it will be found.
A lover left alone with his thoughts
anonymous Middle English poem, circa later 15th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Continuance
of remembrance,
without ending,
causes me penance
and great grievance,
for your parting.
You are so deeply
engraved in my heart,
God only knows
that always before me
I ever see you
in thoughts covert.
Though I do not explain
my woeful pain,
I bear it still,
although it seems vain
to speak against
Fortune’s will.
Keywords/Tags: Middle English, translation, Medieval English, love, mind, bliss, burning, hunger, desire, sorrow, pain, spring, lover, thoughts, heart
Her favorite dress is gathering dust,
while in my mind, I see her wearing it.
My tinder-heart was set afire by love's
inextinguishable, eternal flame.
She lingers in the shadows of the night;
and oft visits me, in my tear-filled dreams.
We had faced life's obstacles together
before she died, and I was left alone.
The sands of time cannot lessen my grief,
for her passing breaks my heart every day.
And I feel like a forgotten relic;
buried under memories of our past.
In time, I'll welcome the Angel of Death,
and once more, embrace the love of my life.
For the instant that life's flame sputters out,
our souls will once again merge into one.
Long before we met
I loved you
though countenance as yet unclear;
long before I ever heard
your voice, sensed I a perfect fit
out-there, somewhere
for my very eclectic ear --
Destiny is the word she used,
the old woman, with cards and
tea-leaves – a White Witch her
advertised claim: in a tent, at
an outdoor carnival somehow
I can’t say, she even knew your name…
Long before the first kiss sealed
with embrace made promise
with vow made sacred
perhaps before the first spring came
tossed its dingy veil, made colorful
beguile...into us spoke scented petal-like
blossoming smile
long before the first step
and endless seeming mile --
season given time to entrance,
great power to smudge and erase
Perhaps long before
God had written His best romance --
imagined human hearts, couplets of
tender poetry, song and joyful dance --
perhaps far back, when God
first considered love, make sketch
and model design -- made man’s visage
and form resemble His own Divine…
gave creation license to copy,
to fondly reline or trace – for
sometimes careless figuring gave wash
of forever grace – a lonely God, releasing
His kingdom, wanting only to freely
share, breathing life into lungs of
clay beings, declaring each his
child – offspring, royal heir
Perhaps even then, that far back
in God’s perfectly caring heart,
you and I were resident tenants
there, as angels reside in heaven above
wherever we travel, goes with us
signed lease of eternal love --
though having transient souls predetermined
never long us to dwell apart – such depth of union
like God’s glittering universe ever expanding
as those endless fields of stars linked together
twinkly hand-in-hand, love -- time’s radiant, inextinguishable
source and core -- God will keep us sparkling brilliantly close
adhered to His Loving Heart
Now, long after and long before
I have never wanted to be more alone than I would today
How much more of humanity am I to bear?
The overwhelming sensation are beyond words to simply say
To the world... I truly no longer will care
Watching people doing what they do
Neither sympathize nor regard can I empathize
Clocking away hours of time never again to steal
I'm to discover a looming shadow darker than realize
I need to be alone... and not from humanity
I want a perfect isolation from my inextinguishable thoughts
I want to be alone... for the perfected insanity
If not for the real inescapable world am I but forever caught
Do you not tire... living amongst the living?
Are you not exhausted... playing dead amongst the surviving?
A life never retires... until you stop breathing
Hence the mind for the never end to be learning
I am alone now... finally for today
How much more of myself am I to bear?
I listen to myself with nothing more to say
I have the time now to no longer care...
All passions and emotions combine into one synergy
country demands patriotism but our club? So much energy
celebrations and glory allow constant piracy
and a wonderful victory can never have its privacy
paying for tickets to enjoy a win is the basic
after the maximum points collected, comes next is the music.
Pitch soldiers fight with zeal so cosmic,
giving pure entertainment and fun really orgasmic
the mood in every rivalry comes with a cost,
defeat in a derby feels like holocaust.
Raising our emblems and banners for all to see
even when disgraced, the united pride will never flee.
Always kissing the badge, win or lose,
insult our integrity and heavily pay the dues.
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
goods put on layaway
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.