Seeker Magazine - October 2004

AVANT SOUL

Rhapsodies in Words

to reawaken our fascination with the ever-original SOUL

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Shrinking Friendships


I ask then that you remember times
When we will be together once again,
To cascade in honey the healing of nectar,
Spun like light, to gaze at the blue,
To reach the glorious which is without effort ours.


Some friendships pass
Their times of showers
Bracing like rain to nourish
Starched kites flung to bright mind skies
Showered with sunlight, dazzling like the blue
Of day which cannot be explained in normal hours.

You may be draggin' - - you've misplaced adventure
In a ruinous drawer full of toxic papers,
Of responsibilities, of killjoy weapons to take
Your life and all its duties seriously, big mistake!
To make believe you're guardian of some clock
Chock-full of sanity, it's the biggest crock,
The worst weapon of all, massively destructive,
To imagine your tasks are of utmost vanity.


We'll pray for you!



We'll pray that you deflate in time,
At least at half the rate you became full of importance,
In order you're reminded to completely lose your mind,
To renew and "re-find" the requisite dragon romp!



It isn't too late, although now,
Now the buildings sprout like weeds
Now the day maintains nonstop motion.

Where is the rest when towers hover,
When the steel of what we imagine
Covers us in uneasy blankets?


We must remain blest!



Has sleep come at last?
Yet we're spinning every morning.

Continents are separated by melting oceans.
Come afternoon, Gaia's hug close by millions of bodies,
Yet you are too far away.

The planet turns over a new leaf,
Nourished not by our activities
But by what we embody.

Let solace in!



Allow moments to hover in stillness without
Racing through the air like flames,
Like eight wands or javelins hurled to an electric horizon.


You need not be continually bothered!





I ask then that you remember times
When we will be together once again,
To cascade in honey the healing of nectar,
Spun like light, to gaze at the blue,
To reach the glorious which is - without effort - ours.

(Copyright 2004 by Darius Gottlieb. No reproduction without express permission from the author)


You're invited to visit Darius' website for more of his photographs and his music at Art Bliss


Letter to the Author at SoulGnosis@aol.com
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