Burning Tree, On Wings, Thoughts, Ecce Deus....aaduna continues to celebrate National Poetry Month: Srivastava, Singleton, Lanier, Goodman! Day 9

The Invocation Of The Burning Tree…!

Fallen trees have no sound.

But a burning tree screams

O! Fiery ball, listen

Please, loose your anger down.

Pardon their deeds

Look, I am hammered and bleed

But they like a poor child

What If ; outlawed, corrupted and wild.

We should not be absent parents

Blindfold their innocents in ignorant room.

And expect them to rise

On the basis of dark and gloom.

They; tyro of the unknown land

Let’s unlock their unwitting

And mould them again

By our dab hand.

Because! Only their visionary eyes and sinless hands

Could be drenched the homeless tramp skies and cool the river dry.

Could repair the heating planet

And could brush green again the surface of droplets.

© 2017 Tamvi Gaurav Srivastava      

Vadodara, Gujavat, India   

 

Tamvi Gauray Srivastava (photo provided)

   

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On the Wings (Recovery – for Melissa)

One day – they say

Your eyes wide but slanted

A Modigliani mask                who laughed

And we do              walking.

Melissa, you see the light    touching the wings

Of the butterfly           stained glass and

Flutter           I see God

Is this all we want?

Denying Peter?

Three times, four times, five.

The furnace inside

Us bumps into life, we lit it with

The flutter of wings         beating their way inside

Our rib cages, going sideways to our hearts.

Feeling and seeing in that moment

A fluttering weakness, a willingness to stop

Our minds.  A running towards instead

Of away.

A glancing blow of our former selves

We laid chalk drawn            in the hallway and

Your restless sleep      turns towards the wall

Falling.

The flowers eventually grow –

The butterfly is welcomed back into the spring. 

© 2016 Jennifer E. Singleton             

Corsicana, Texas

 

Jennifer E. Singleton (photo provided)

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Thoughts Have Wings

Sitting here tonight thinking about you
the phone rings and it's you on the other end
you say I was just thinking about you
how have you been?
I say well I'm fine but it's kinda ironic
I was just thinking of you too
Well call it being telepathic, having clairvoyance
or even a sixth sense all in all it's the same thing
Thoughts Have Wings
somewhere there is a physic jet stream that
connects our souls and minds together in the
whole cosmic scheme of things because there
are no coincidences in life intuition is a powerful
thing through a fleeting submission or an astro dream
Thoughts Have Wings
And it's just like when somebody in the same
room as you suddenly speaks the same thing that
was going through your mind well it happens too
many times to be left to chance wouldn't you agree?
I swear it's like a paradox or some kinda divine
intervention I do believe
Well call it being telepathic, having clairvoyance
or even a sixth sense all in all it's the same thing
Thoughts Have Wings
somewhere there is a physic jet stream that
connects our souls and minds together in the
whole cosmic scheme of things because there
are no coincidences in life intuition is a powerful
thing through a fleeting submission or an astro dream
Thoughts Have Wings

© 2016 Bo Lanier                              

Harrison, Texas  

Bo Lanier (photo provided)

                    

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Ecce Deus Meus

God is the Name that cannot be named,

the sublime Paradox that we cannot resolve,

the awful Enigma

that we cannot solve.

God is the Sound that we can see,

the Sight that we can hear;

the Single Word that has a Double Meaning

as it enters into our ear.

           

God is the Shield

that may not protect,

the Mighty Warrior of Mercy

who forgives but will never forget.

His seal is Truth,

His name is Peace,

His judgment emerges

from the great deep.

God is the tremendous Strangeness

of our existence,

the glorious Lifeforce

behind human persistence.

God is the Leaven

in the universal Bread of ours,

God is the Love

which moves the sun and the other stars.

God is the Burning

that emblazons our eyes,

the Infinite Nothingness

that dapples the skies.

God is the Bush that burns

but is not consumed,

the Flower that wilts

and out of the Whirlwind blooms.

God is the Eternal Becommer, the Old One,

the Most Ancient Celebrity;

God is the darkest Black Hole

of Infinite Density;

The Highest of High,

Our Father in the Sky,

the Dark Energy whose dark matter expands ‘till He says

dai!

My still small Delusion

my great Grand Illusion

Our nuclear Energy

our sole source of fusion.

Atavistic Obsession—our collective

Projection,

my Providence my Paradox my sole source of

Protection.

God is the King of Infinite Space,

who guards my soul as I sleep

He raises me up

from the pit of the deep.

He protects me from bad dreams,

& walks with me

in His undiscovered country,

sheltering me with the skin

of the Leviathan

and His four-figured throne

flowing with milk and fire

& honey.

In His apple field orchard

He neither sleeps snores nor slumbers,

Guarding Solomon’s bed

with His warriors who are sixty in number.

Who lies me down to rest,

and the shackles of sleep from mine eyes doth unlock,

to see the sounds of the sparks from the Rock,

& restore sleeping sheep to the great Shepherd’s flock.

Who restores my soul to my body

when I awake with the sun,

to unify the Name

of the great holy One.

Who gives us the Book—the Instruction—

the supreme sacred Story,

Thank I Thou—great is Your faith,

and Your grandeur and glory.

Placed always before me

on high Full of Mercy,

who dwells in the firmaments

where man’s eye will ne’er see,

The Sight never Seen,

before Whom we are blind deaf and dumb,

the Sound that is Seen

in the great World to Come.

The Sound Seen at Sinai,

the Revealed One

in my eye—

Adonai Hu HaElohim!,

who said it’s enough!

oh my Lord oh my Sha-

Dai!

because He is good and He saw it was good and

enough!

oh my Lord

Dios mío!,

Mein Gott oh

Mon Dieu oh good lord

mio Dio!,

my thousand-faced Hero

oh my God oh my

θεό!

God is One—the Lord Alone—the Almighty All-Seeing who grounds all being

under Her celestial throne

with lightning and thunder;

the Commander, the Healer, the glorious Redeemer

who brings redemption to Her children

and tears Her foes asunder;

the Judge, the Sustainer, the Concern—the Creator,

who lays the foundations of the world

as Her terrestrial footstool

of tremendous amazement

and radical wonder;

the Contracting Presence who has Hidden Her indefinable Essence

to sow stored light for the righteous

and to give the wicked a room

and a place to blunder.

God is the Master of the World

who is the world’s Place,

blessed be He,

of short and long Face.  

God is the Mother, the Father,

the ultimate

Other—

my Sister, my Bride,

my long-suffering

Lover—

God is Higgs Boson—my Husband—

my Baal my

Dodi,

my Ishi

my Master,

no longer ba’ali;

The spirited embodied never-embodied

Demiurge who hath created the cosmos

and all other things,

and we His fleeting dream

that dissolves into the Great Dream

of the living red King of All Kings.

God is the red Dew

for which we have bled,

the Shepherd to whose green long

meadow pastures we have (n)ever [yet] been led.

God is the Covenanter

for whom Otto’s red dew is shed,

the Wind and the Rain

that will revive the dead.

God is the Absurd Haunt

in the horrors of history.

God is the Transcendent, the Ultimate, the

Terrible Mystery.

© 2017 Daniel Ross Goodman          

Bronx, New York  

Daniel Ross Goodman (Photo provided)

   

     

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