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Duncan MacAlpin thoughts were disturbed
Beauty he had seen in Crovie
Had stolen his heart with one look.
Her face a map of Scotland.
Where would I begin to look for her? He wondered.
Mercury smirked, for He had already arranged everything.
In rivers, marshes, swamps, bogs, the wetlands…..
Duncan blinked; had he heard his favorite Celtic deity?
A shiny black kelpie seventeen hands high appeared.
Standing between Duncan and the ocean.
Duncan instinctively knew he had to get on his back.
He had not ridden a horse since the Gallic War.
Why are you hesitating? The transmigrated kelpie asked.
Not in words, but in telepathy.
He knew kelpies are able to manipulate your thoughts,
so he hesitated a little longer, wondering who was in charge here.
Did you want to see the lass again or not?
The kelpie fairly flew once he was on his back.
Took him to Kirkcudright where he tossed him into a flower bed.
A girl came running out to see if he was all right.
It was Adaira McFallen, the girl he had seen in Crovie.
He could not believe it. His faith in kelpies more vivid than ever.
She too worshipped the sun, moon, and stars,
and believed in the transmigration of souls. A match made by Mercury.
next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky
and sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ...
what if light is the language of Star
and Star is the language of night
and night is the feeling of ineffable space
where the infinite writes insight,
with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen
into particles 'n photons that zeal;
that seems to me, to be so very real ...
then our shadow we see,
slow diving on the ground,
is a reminder of the night we carry,
everyday around
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on journaling: if you don't know where you've been, you'll not see where you are and can't
get to where you ought to be - the transmigration of writers is with ink - then there are
curious circles that fill our days and when we write them out and really look and see, a
turn of phrase that changes us conceptually, as the circle becomes spiral, a vortex to the
sky, where the Stars of hope wink 'n blink, and beckon us to fly
"A World Inside - Love's Glamour"
See the golden chord
it extends beyond,
resides inside your world
you remain connected
the true Love
never lets you go
somersault backwards
then forwards like a child
rolls down a lush green hill
towards
the next exit
tomorrow
blue sky above
a world inside, rosy
opens through soul’s eye
you're kicked like a
rolling stone eventually
from Hell then out through Bardo
light refracted
dilated tunnel
through amygdala chambers
a journey, there are battles
within heart marrow
lost is found by those past sorrow
barefoot in wet grass
smiling gently, heaven-like
a known angel pulling you in
towards
towards
towards ...
Love's glamour
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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d. 29.8.2010 lam
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“On the Transmigration of Souls” / John Adams, lyrics, music composition
https://youtu.be/bwoasXzLdVY
John Adams/Composer
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Transmigration_of_Souls
On the Transmigration of Souls/
First performance:
September 19, 2002 Avery Fisher Hall
New York Choral Artists
Brooklyn Children’s Chorus
New York Philharmonic, Lorin Maazel, conductor
Sound design by Mark Grey
partial Lyrics.
https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=en&id=3843
If Brahma is Brahma I also am Brahma,
then why am I wandering on a not real way
holding something I don’t know in my hand?
I can lead my life toward good
because everything is Brahma, but I can live
an evil life as well because everything comes from my ego.
If Brahma is Brahma I can cross over the ego
bury myself in meditation,
though it may be a lonely
and a trying way.
Gather ashes from six* burnt senses
and walk on the nonexistent way
because I am a naught substance,
though to be in a mode to attain spiritual awakening,
my ego, stands in the middle of good and evil
unable me to shake off tenacious carnal desire,
it compels me to keep walking on the path of evil passions
and if the terminal goal of life’s never ending circle is
an attainment of spiritual awakening,
and spiritual awakening is to walk in light,
the brightness is the way;
however, paradoxical, in a sense, is also true
stupidity and ignorance though lay in the darkness,
it may also be the way. Yet, the problem of life is
still laying under my foot; and that is the chain of anguish
which would never, ever, be cut off;
I, therefore, collapse on the way
while dragging the chain of a great weight
it may be the end of anguish, a knot of a life’s circle,
or a moment of a pause in the ever changing world,
or it may well be a renewed life in Faramita the world of Paradise,
or the beginning of another anguish in the transmigration of the soul,
and that’s why I believe the nonexistent substance is the way
to Brahma which is one same substance.
Tat tvam asi, I am the Brahma
Tat tvam asi, That art thou
*Six senses: five basic physical senses plus soul or intellect.
Form:
I stopped by your desk to say hello today
As I so often do
To a lovely, young secretary like you.
Others may have thought something was amiss
Because I’m an older man and therefore,
My intentions must be nothing less
Than stealing your sweet kiss. But of course,
You and I know better than this…
Our conversation centered on the very stuff of stars: Creation Itself,
So near and yet so far. We wandered through the labyrinth of
History, time and space; debating transmigration
And the nature of God’s own face.
You quoted Jesus perfectly
As if you knew Him sure as rain;
While Plato, Philo and Pythagoras
All joined in our coffee break game.
Until we both agreed in the mystery
Of love, life and death;
Then saying goodbye with a twinkle in the eye and
“I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”
Just another day with a beautiful girl
With a soul as wise as the wind…
Secrets revealed from invisible fields
Where beauty lies deeper than skin.
So forgive me if my intentions
Look less than they truly are.
But beyond the smile lie miles and miles
From the soul to the first bright star.