pouring springtime

pouring springtime upon the mind’s eyes
a shadowless vision of a life yet to be
clouds and sun perceived as dancing soul-mates
as rainy days reveal blessings cloaked in wetness
and sunny gifts awaken in the revelations of light
they dance and perceive each others’ roles
moving as if upon some greater living Stage
which itself moves with some other hidden Agenda

rebirth awakens upon a new season’s time
upon a cycle of unimagined lifetimes
bearing witness to an undiscovered evolution
a fruitful revolution of one collective Soul
bound together in multiplying appearances
that never depart their original Womb
but awaken to summers of Infinity
a Blossoming Eternity of Unity’s Gaze
where autumn is but preparation’s phase
and the cries of winter holding Aspiration
as Hope for the embryo of Inspiration
where unending Grace thunders down upon the land
from heavens that shine in springtime’s hands
and Creation finds its true home in Spirit’s earthen doors
where God finds itself peaking through all matter’s eyes
to marvel in radiance at Its own Self-Majesty.

 

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Poem: somewhere there is a place

somewhere there is a place
where the mind no longer understands
where all knowledge seems not the answer
where the mind acknowledges it does not know itself
where it sees clearly that it does not truly see
where a cry from some hidden place emerges to truly Know
and upon this cry its ceaseless movements fall upon a hush

somewhere there is a place
where desire’s emotions no longer fulfill
where feeling becomes something tasteless and worn
where its wild dueling energies seem a tired constant battle
where Life’s force for living feels suffocated and lost
where a deeper yearning cries from somewhere beneath
and upon this yearning its ceaseless movements calm

somewhere there is a place
where the body’s sensations seem to grow dull
where activities always seem at war with each other
where living becomes an eventual negotiation with death
where body’s cells feel as if imprisoned in a weary shell
where an unknown aspiration blazes from hidden depths
and upon this aspiration its ceaseless movements still

somewhere there is a place
where Knowledge is purest Light, endless Vision,
where Feeling is pure and serene, a struggle between Joy and Joy
where Effort is a harmony of endless embodied dreams
where Body is an organism of action fueled by Soul
where Humanity transforms and becomes the Freedom it seeks
where Heaven and Earth unite as the One Living God

somewhere there is a Place
somewhere there is Something Else
somewhere there is a vast Someone
somewhere …… where we dare to venture Beyond

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The Love of Savitri

For many years I have found something beautiful and profound in a section of the epic poem Savitri by Sri Aurobindo.  It is a section that dives into the depths of the relationship between the masculine and feminine, between men and women, and also, I feel, the Eternal Relationship between All, between Life and the Divine, and the inherent, essential Unity that Is all of it.  In these days where many people are seeking more and more to understand the nature of Relationships with more Consciousness and Wisdom – including but not limited to romantic relationships – and during this time where I myself am aspiring for Guidance in this big part of life, I felt like sharing the following lines from Savitri with you.   For those of you who are not familiar with this epic poem, it is, in short, a vast story which traverses all the realms of Consciousness and Existence through the lives of a married couple, Savitri and Satyavan, where Savitri follows her beloved into the realms of Death in order to save him, and essentially the Earth and Humanity, from Death itself.  It is a poem written as Mantra, as an expression of Direct Experience of the layers of Consciousness, and holds quite a powerful Vibration and transformational Power.  So, enjoy my Beloved Friends of Light and Love!

“All here where each thing seems its lonely self
Are figures of the sole transcendent One:
Only by him they are, his breath is their life;
An unseen Presence moulds the oblivious clay.
A playmate in the mighty Mother’s game,
One came upon the dubious whirling globe
To hide from her pursuit in force and form.
A secret spirit in the Inconscient’s sleep,
A shapeless Energy, a voiceless Word,
He was here before the elements could emerge,
Before there was light of mind or life could breathe.
Accomplice of her cosmic huge pretense,

His semblances he turns to real shapes
And makes the symbol equal with the truth:
He gives to his timeless thoughts a form in Time.
He is the substance, he the self of things;
She has forged from him her works of skill and might:
She wraps him in the magic of her moods
And makes of his myriad truths her countless dreams.
The Master of being has come down to her,
An immortal child born in the fugitive years.
In objects wrought, in the persons she conceives,
Dreaming she chases her idea of him,
And catches here a look and there a gest:
Ever he repeats in them his ceaseless births.
He is the Maker and the world he made,
He is the vision and he is the Seer;
He is himself the actor and the act,
He is himself the knower and the known,
He is himself the dreamer and the dream.
There are Two who are One and play in many worlds;
In Knowledge and Ignorance they have spoken and met
And light and darkness are their eyes’ interchange;
Our pleasure and pain are their wrestle and embrace,
Our deeds, our hopes are intimate to their tale;
They are married secretly in our thought and life.
The universe is an endless masquerade:
For nothing here is utterly what it seems;
It is a dream-fact vision of a truth
Which but for the dream would not be wholly true,
A phenomenon stands out significant
Against dim backgrounds of eternity;
We accept its face and pass by all it means;
A part is seen, we take it for the whole.
Thus have they made their play with us for roles:
Author and actor with himself as scene,
He moves there as the Soul, as Nature she.
Here on the earth where we must fill our parts,

We know not how shall run the drama’s course;
Our uttered sentences veil in their thought.
Her mighty plan she holds back from our sight:
She has concealed her glory and her bliss
And disguised the Love and Wisdom in her heart;
Of all the marvel and beauty that are hers,
Only a darkened little we can feel.
He too wears a diminished godhead here;
He has forsaken his omnipotence,
His calm he has foregone and infinity.
He knows her only, he has forgotten himself;
To her he abandons all to make her great.
He hopes in her to find himself anew,
Incarnate, wedding his infinity’s peace
To her creative passion’s ecstasy.
Although possessor of the earth and heavens,
He leaves to her the cosmic management
And watches all, the Witness of her scene.
A supernumerary on her stage,
He speaks no words or hides behind the wings.
He takes birth in her world, waits on her will,
Divines her enigmatic gesture’s sense,
The fluctuating chance turns of her mood,
Works out her meanings she seems not to know
And serves her secret purpose in long Time.
As one too great for him he worships her;
He adores her as his regent of desire,
He yields to her as the mover of his will,
He burns the incense of his nights and days
Offering his life, a splendour of sacrifice.
A rapt solicitor for her love and grace,
His bliss in her to him is his whole world:
He grows through her in all his being’s powers;
He reads by her God’s hidden aim in things.
Or, a courtier in her countless retinue,
Content to be with her and feel her near

He makes the most of the little that she gives
And all she does drapes with his own delight.
A glance can make his whole day wonderful,
A word from her lips with happiness wings the hours.
He leans on her for all he does and is:
He builds on her largesses his proud fortunate days
And trails his peacock-plumaged joy of life
And suns in the glory of her passing smile.
In a thousand ways he serves her royal needs;
He makes the hours pivot around her will,
Makes all reflect her whims; all is their play:
This whole wide world is only he and she.

This is the knot that ties together the stars:
The Two who are one are the secret of all power,
The Two who are one are the might and right in things.
His soul, silent, supports the world and her,
His acts are her commandment’s registers.
Happy, inert, he lies beneath her feet:
His breast he offers for her cosmic dance
Of which our lives are the quivering theatre,
And none could bear but for his strength within,
Yet none would leave because of his delight.
His works, his thoughts have been devised by her,
His being is a mirror vast of hers:
Active, inspired by her he speaks and moves;
His deeds obey her heart’s unspoken demands:
Passive, he bears the impacts of the world
As if her touches shaping his soul and life:
His journey through the days is her sun-march;
He runs upon her roads; hers is his course.
A witness and student of her joy and dole,
A partner in her evil and her good,
He has consented to her passionate ways,
He is driven by her sweet and dreadful force.
His sanctioning name initials all her works;

His silence is his signature to her deeds;
In the execution of her drama’s scheme,
In her fancies of the moment and its mood,
In the march of this obvious ordinary world
Where all is deep and strange to the eyes that see
And Nature’s common forms are marvel-wefts,
She through his witness sight and motion of might
Unrolls the material of her cosmic Act,
Her happenings that exalt and smite the soul,
Her force that moves, her powers that save and slay,
Her Word that in the silence speaks to our hearts,
Her silence that transcends the summit Word,
Her heights and depths to which our spirit moves,
Her events that weave the texture of our lives
And all by which we find or lose ourselves,
Things sweet and bitter, magnificent and mean,
Things terrible and beautiful and divine.
Her empire in the cosmos she has built,
He is governed by her subtle and mighty laws.
His consciousness is a babe upon her knees,
His being a field of her vast experiment,
Her endless space is the playground of his thoughts;
She binds to knowledge of the shapes of Time
And the creative error of limiting mind
And chance that wears the rigid face of fate
And her sport of death and pain and Nescience,
His changed and struggling immortality.
His soul is a subtle atom in a mass,
His substance a material for her works.
His spirit survives amid the death of things,
He climbs to eternity through being’s gaps,
He is carried by her from Night to deathless Light.
This grand surrender is his free-will’s gift,
His pure transcendent force submits to hers.
In the mystery of her cosmic ignorance,
In the insoluble riddle of her play,

A creature made of perishable stuff,
In the pattern she has set for him he moves,
He thinks with her thoughts, with her trouble his bosom heaves;
He seems the thing that she would have him seem,
He is whatever her artist will can make.
Although she drives him on her fancy’s roads,
At play with him as with her child or slave,
To freedom and the Eternal’s mastery
And immortality’s stand above the world,
She moves her seeming puppet of an hour.
Even in his mortal session in body’s house,
An aimless traveller between birth and death,
Ephemeral dreaming of immortality,
To reign she spurs him. He takes up her powers;
He has harnessed her to the yoke of her own law.
His face of human thought puts on a crown.
Held in her leash, bound to her veiled caprice,
He studies her ways if so he may prevail
Even for an hour and she work out his will;
He makes of her his moment passion’s serf:
To obey she feigns, she follows her creature’s lead:
For him she was made, lives only for his use.
But conquering her, then is he most her slave;
He is her dependent, all his means are hers;
Nothing without her he can, she rules him still.
At last he wakes to a memory of Self:
He sees within the face of deity,
The Godhead breaks out through the human mould:
Her highest heights she unmasks and is his mate.
Till then he is a plaything in her game;
Her seeming regent, yet her fancy’s toy,
A living robot moved by her energy’s springs,
He acts as in the movements of a dream,
An automaton stepping in the grooves of Fate,
He stumbles on driven by her whip of Force:
His thought labours, a bullock in Time’s fields;

His will he thinks his own, is shaped in her forge.
Obedient to World-Nature’s dumb control,
Driven by his own formidable Power,
His chosen partner in a titan game,
Her will he has made the master of his fate,
Her whim the dispenser of his pleasure and pain;
He has sold himself into her regal power
For any blow or boon that she may choose:
Even in what is suffering to our sense,
He feels the sweetness of her mastering touch,
In all experience meets her blissful hands;
On his heart he bears the happiness of her tread
And the surprise of her arrival’s joy
In each event and every moment’s chance.
All she can do is marvelous in his sight:
He revels in her, a swimmer in her sea,
A tireless amateur of her world-delight,
He rejoices in her every thought and act
And gives consent to all that she can wish;
Whatever she desires he wills to be:
The Spirit, the innumerable One,
He has left behind his lone eternity,
He is an endless birth in endless Time,
Her finite’s multitude in an infinite Space.”

Volume: 33-34 [CWSA] (Savitri — A Legend and a Symbol), Page: 60

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Poetry Book Release: Transcendent Sky

After many years of Soul-seeking, Consciousness-diving, Spirit-soaring, and a lot Transcendent Sky Book Cover1of poetry-writing, I have finally published a book of poetry, entitled Transcendent Sky: A Spiritual Journey of Poetry, available in paperback at my E-store and as an e-book through Kindle Amazon and all other versions at Smashwords. It is a collection of poems that explore the spiritual essence of life through my own personal offering of inspiration, contemplation, and insight. It expresses some of my inner experiences and personal reflections along the spiritual journey with an intention to inspire the awakening of the Soul and Spirit towards greater enlightenment and self-awareness. It is a journey of poetry that evokes the Oneness of all of Life and the Divine Presence that dwells uniquely within All.

While many of the poems in my book are found here in this blog, there are many more poems that have never before been published which I believe other spiritual seekers may enjoy and appreciate. I hope you will consider supporting my first attempt in the world of publishing and welcome any feedback or ideas for spreading the word.  Please visit my book page for more information.

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Thank you to all my Followers and readers of this blog and I wish you all much Grace and Enlightenment along your own Poetic Journey.

Your Friend in Spirit and Soul,
Noel

The Yoga of Poetry, The Mantra of Poetry

The power that poetry holds to create and transform our lives is more than bigstockphoto_Yoga_2008033humanity understands.  We are more powerful than we imagine, and what we express holds the power to shape the life within and around us.

When we write, when we speak, when we express anything in life, there lies hidden behind our expression a deeper Spirit, a vibrating Force of Creation which has a reality far beyond simply the momentary appearance of expression.  The expression vibrates not only within us, creating us, but also throughout the world, mingling with the life and human presence everywhere, calling forth more of the vibrating and living Expression that we put forth.  When we do this with an ever higher and deeper Consciousness, the power behind our expression intensifies and begins to live more strongly and create at greater levels.

Poetry in its truest manifestation is indeed a Yoga of words, but also a Yoga of the inner psychological nature seeking its own Truth.  It is a way of engaging and connecting more consciously with one’s inner Self and Soul, with the Creative Being that lies at the Heart of oneself and all of Life.  In other words, poetry can be used…it can be a Yogic practice of self-transformation through the effort of engaging oneself, one’s psychology on all levels of one’s nature.  For some, poetry can be a release of emotion, for others it can be an exploration and harmonizing of idea and intellectual understandings, and for still others it can simply paint subtle flowing pictures of the imagery of life around us.  When we begin to make it more and more personal, and open ourselves to the greater truths within us, when we begin to find that in the Silence of our thinking minds and emotional movements there lies a still more profound Poetry of the Soul and Spirit, of the Divine Source, which can illuminate us in ways that can change the way we experience and live life, then the real Yoga of Poetry begins to awaken.

The ancient spiritual texts of the Veda or the T’ao te Ching, and others throughout history, were the mystic poetry of their particular age, expressing the inner-most spiritual experiences and Realizations of the sage-writers.  Their words became Mantra, charged with the Spiritual Force of their direct inner Realizations, like a dynamic Bridge with the potential to connect the one who feels the inner Essence of the words expressed with the experience of the Spirit behind the words.  The word-poems became infused with a palpable Spiritual Presence, not only by the experience of the sage-poet but also with the recitation of the Mantric Poems over thousands of years by Yogis and Gurus and devotees.  Their power grew with every consciously felt chant and repetition, increasing the capacity to change the nature of those who repeat the words faithfully – like a super-charged Prayer full of the Energy of the Divine that aims to make us BECOME and embody that Divine Energy and Spirit. 

We too hold this power of Creation within us.  While some may use the ancient Mantras to help transform their lives, we also hold within us our own personal Mantras, our own unique Soul Poetry which can help us to grow as we engage more deeply our inner Truth.  Our poetry can be simple or complex, of many words or few.  It can work in our mind, our emotional being, our Soul, or even our physical bodies and cells.  What matters most is the Consciousness with which we write, the inner state of Being in which we dwell when we are writing, and the Spirit that vibrates within us while we create and express what flows through us.   When we find those lines or words of poetry that we feel connected to, which seem to vibrate especially strongly for us and flow with a Higher Truth, then we can even use these lines as a creative Mantra in our daily living, whether temporarily or throughout our life.  When we inwardly repeat within ourselves the Mantric poetry that we have been inspired with, or which other poets have been inspired with, we call forth and create the Spiritual Essence that lies behind the words, connecting us with that Spirit and calling it forth into Existence.  The Mantric Poem becomes a powerful Creative Force that can manifest what lies Beyond and can help transform ourselves and the world according to the Spirit that we call forth with our Mantric Poem.  It is this kind of poetry, this power of a Spiritual Poetry, a Yoga of Poetry, which is the future of poetry itself.  This potential lies within everyone, at whatever level of evolution we may be.  So invite yourself to begin the Sacred Journey of discovering your own Inner Poetry.