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Landscape lost in the past
Landscape of my memory
Memory reflects time ingrained in
Memory of twilight gleam
Gleam that swathed the horizon
Gleam that wrapped the blue hills
Hills rolled down to the plains
Hills carved a valley for stream
Stream cascaded joyfully downhill
Stream garlanded my hamlet
Hamlet of happy people
Hamlet under the sparkling sky
Sky of soaring songbirds
Sky that caressed my kites
Kites I’d flown with exuberance
Kites played hide and seek with cloud
Cloud drifted in the indigo sky
Cloud made shifting shadows
Shadows on verdant meadow
Shadows of nebulous shape
Shape of the opposites
Shape of shade and light
Light of slant sunbeams
Light created convoluted pattern
Pattern rippled in stream water
Pattern formed around my paper boats
Boats I sailed in curling current
Boats carried my dreams
Dreams of distant fantasy land
Dreams of the mariner mind
Mind of infantile motif
Mind now sunk in tide of time
Time flows in memory valley
Time carries the uprooted life
Life walks the last mile
Life tinged by twilight trace
Trace back faint footprint trail
Trace the fading past
Past engulfed by obscurity
Past I want to retrieve
Retrieve from the dust pile of time
Retrieve the priceless pieces
Pieces scattered in memory lane
Pieces of my childhood
Childhood wrapped by oblivion mist
Childhood moments return at sunset
Sunset finds juvenile zeal reborn
Sunset splendor ushers the inner child
Child…
Reborn…
Opposites
Give or Take?
Love should have no opposites but it does
Love should be the opposite of love but it is not
Hate is not the opposite either
Most people think it is
It seems to make sense since hate is evil
Selfishness is the one true opposite of love
Since selfishness is only taking for one’s self
Causing pain, loneliness, leaving suffering behind
Selfishness is a lonely business, paid for with your soul
Love is simply giving
Giving all the time, no cause, effect or strings attached
When you have love there are no mistakes
Love cost nothing
It is free and last forever through eternity
GIVE or TAKE is your decision
Home is where . . .
The heart and reason mould into one and the same mirror of harmony
. . . the Golden Mean and centre of gravity as long as life’s turns spin around
. . . where dents in the mind do not mind but care kindly about gaping gaps
. . . when time juggles dis-synchronous consolation in the face of chaos
Memories and anticipation caress the wayward traveller into the harbour
. . . the ancient light house guides pirates of doom into tender submission
. . . where hidden treasures are felt beneath a dented compass’ rusty needle
. . . when jubilation overwhelms caved in darkness at the point of confusion
Vision and hindsight blend ambiguity and opposites of fragile consonance
. . . the myopic lenses lead the way from afar towards what can be touched
. . . where shattered glass causes new puzzles and chards for luminous mosaics
. . . when an empty canvas is shredded but gives way to a collage of dreams
Deafness and laughter combine to a symphony of understandable voices
. . . the auricles are pierced and adorned with truths and rings of delight
. . . where an ear for an ear is not an empty promise but sharing the way
. . . when the few want to listen to an old man’s attempt of feeble wisdom
Bones creak on the spiral staircase and master the voyage downwards and up
. . . the attic hold enough trinkets and memorabilia for a flea market or two
. . . where moths in the cellar feed happily in symbiosis with trodden dust
. . . when paradise is being in love and sharing glow worms and outlooks
Home is when the Self is good enough and life’s companion is gratitude
A Golden Mean happy to eat from enamel plates one spoon and a tin whistle
Light shines through cataracts of wild water and cascades of living surprise
Nostalgia is a way forward on the path one step at a future step in the making
Shades of eye sight observe perceive reflect condense highlighting the soul
A child’s whisper registers more deeply than cacophony of ubiquitous hatred
And the bones of one’s hands can still read a book and write the odd poem . . .
17th April 2019
Silence of Churches
The world, this living place, is a boisterous city
Always almost, in the work, after work. All time
Needs rest, relaxing, a nest of peace. No noise
Listening to the hidden life. A peaceful life. Nest
The God. The Nest. His Paradise. His soul. Life
We can arrive there any time. For a break. Time
I found the time. The silence. No time. It’s eternal
Spend time in the church. God’s house and time
My life was saved with time. With the time of God
Thank you, my God. Your nest. Your life. Silence
Thank you for listening to me
Thank you for the compassion
Thank you for the understanding
Thank you for the hidden
And secret opportunities
My
God
What about me?
Asked Master Satan
You
Same
Opposites
One unit
Then?
Asked
Satan
Love
I answered
Sure
Said
God
Way?
Only
Love
Said
God
and
Satan
Opposites attract I've heard it said
A saying from way back yonder
What draws us together no one knows
It sure makes all of us ponder
Sweeter than chocolate candy you are
I'm a mean and cranky old codger
We even cheer for two different teams
The Yankees and the LA Dodgers
Don't know how we ever hooked up
Compatibility is not our thing
Somehow when all the chips are down
Our two hearts in unison sing
Our musical tastes are sure not the same
Mine's more cultured by choice
I listen to Bach and Ludwig Beethoven
You listen to Vanilla Ice
But through it all, the pros and cons
We've kept our flame aglow
Way down deep under the surface
Seeds of our true love still grow
© Jack Ellison 2013
The Great Wheel
I'm hot. I'm cold; afraid, now bold.
I'm good. I'm bad; silly, now sad.
I'm wrong. I'm right, filled with clarity.
Now, no clue or true insight.
How do I shake and awaken?
Break the great seal of the wheel?
Will I ever know calmness,
Peaceful joy, and be still?
The great Law of Polarity rules my life.
It keeps me entangled in karma, unaware of my plight.
In moments of quietness the Truth seeks me out,
Whispers the answers that banish all doubts.
There is an awareness higher than this
Where I am One with my Source,
Drifting in moments of stillness,
Confident, resting in peaceful bliss.
Captain of my soul, the truth is mine to weld.
I am anchored in ancient knowledge,
Breathing deeply in life giving Prana,
Finally free from the oppressive wheel.
I control the frequency, the ebb and the flow
By focused thought and clarity, directing the show.
Creation is my destiny and joy its end,
No longer strapped to the unyielding spokes within.
It is only what we look for that we really see
And we can only truly see it if we believe.
Opposites appear, retreat and fade.
They are not even real, just a harmless charade.
But the truth stands fast. There's nothing to fear; it's merely contrast.
Only consciousness remains and eternal Love that lasts.
It's the highest emotion. It's at the top of the list.
It has no opposite, no karma, only peace and bliss.
Copyright © Chula Fleming 2/9/1989
(“Corpus Callosum", 2018, original encaustic)
Right Brain, Left Brain
Two halves of a whole
Complimentary opposites
Passive/active, imaginal/verbal
Figurative/literal, depressive/manic
Outside and within time
A master and his emissary
Inside us all.
Yet each of us have our own balance
Our own comfort zones
And range of tolerance.
Like a finger print
Within our brain
Leaving its subtle mark
On everything we think, say and do.
Viva the difference!
I say
While my right brain
Just watches, impassively
As thought bubbles form, drift and fade away
To an ambient soundtrack
Of invisible spheres…
(3/7/25)
An Alliance
The world is calling out,
for a time…
when things the are true,
they are not,
and they should be.
Undetermined,
yet ordained opposites,
facts instead of dreams. .
Lunacy.
the normal…
mental…
path.
Bipolar…
got my scripts.
yesterday.
The weak and the lost,
a band of brothers,
without parents.
a country in denial.
We want phones,
cars, stars,
and all that goes
with it.
We will receive,
exactly,
what we have earned,
and is more than…
deserved.
Perhaps not today,
maybe not tomorrow.
There is no end,
to the tumultuous,
possibility of a future,
where eating
our dogs…
is
normal?
Tim Remembers
Tim is a member of the club of life
with all its nonsense vagaries and beauty
pitfalls up-shoots conflicts contradictions
Dismembered or conjoined he has a choice
is privileged to have a working mind
emotions and a quest for wholesome soul
Yet memories become suppressed untold
forgotten where they want to surface
need to unfold for proper understanding
At times what pains the most is necessary
however hard the demons of the past cast
their murky sordid and unwanted challenges
Remembering bethinking recollecting yields
rewards when mere suppression teases
dismisses from consciousness the seed to grow
Freud speaks of mechanisms of defence
Jung wants to harmonise all polar opposites
the street sweeper in Momo’s story knows alike
What Tim wishes to think no more of is what
he has to tackle if only so in order to forgive
where others and he himself have harmed so often
01st October 2018
Mum said "birds of a feather flock together"
so I searched for a man who liked similar weather
until Dad stressed "opposites attract"
and I tried to determine just what I lacked
"Small packages", Mum said, "held the best things"
so I looked for a humble guy with diamond rings
until Dad said I should find a real go-getter
because it's a fact "the bigger the better"
When I fancied a guy from amongst the herds
Mum said "action speaks louder than words"
but Dad said this advice should be ignored
because "the pen is mightier than the sword"
Mum believed men should be kept closely entwined
because of the saying "out of sight out of mind"
Dad urged I give them space and make them ponder
because "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
I worried how I'd react to being charmed
Mum emphasized "forewarned is forearmed"
The male perspective gave my ego a hit –
Dad said "cross that bridge if you come to it"
When I found love the saying Mum liked to push
was "one in the hand's worth two in the bush"
Dad said "there's always time to be the faithful wife"
and persuaded me "variety was the spice of life"
I struggled at courting and was getting old
but "you're never too old to learn" I was told
However my confidence was hit for a six
when Dad said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
"If first you don't succeed try, try again"
this was Mum's attitude toward courting men
Dad's radically differed of course –
he told me not to "flog a dead horse"
My parent's advice couldn't have been sounder
for I found a genuine all rounder
but I hope he can live with the reality
I now have a split personality.
From David's unpublished book entitled 'Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions