Bright Light Over Lake Narcissus

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Kosmic888
Junior Member

since 2009-11-01

Posts 29
Vancouver Canada

0 posted 2009-11-02 01:30 PM

Earth made flesh in the mind of man
As Bright Light flickers,
Then crashes in pounding waves
Upon the dusty shores of lake Narcissus,
That vaporous mirror on which the drama of life
Is observed and eventually understood
As the play of Bright Light itself.

Light-stringed puppets reflected
Against a dark canvas,
Domain of she, the goddess of night supreme,
Cloaked in the guise of Love,
Bright Light’s eternal consort in this play of ‘other’;
Her brush breathing life into
The seed of every yielding fruit,
Every savoury herb, here,
Amid the sweet grasses of Eden
Lying asunder under her fertile sky of dark.

And so it is that Bright Light, being without form,
Gathers the dust of the earth
And shapes man, womb-man,
The apple and the serpent
From his shapeless void, birthing souls;
Souls lured by the rhythm of Love’s four winds,
Their hearts being danced upon by the
Bright Light that summoned them.

And Bright Light,
Being prior to the mind of mortal man,
Seeing only Itself reflected
Upon the surface of her moist canvas,
Sees that it’s all good.

Now, a great flood of desire is made to stir
In the immaculate womb of the Night Goddess,
There, under space’s firmament of sensual longing
Drawing Bright Light within her Self
And weaving into form every thoughtless feeling
Impressed upon her by the mind of man,
Thus swelling her with child.

With time, in space, the newborn is seen, and praised,
And loved; and the newborn grows to see, and praise,
And love - a gesture of re-warding the very life-force
That sprouted its being from the pod of darkness.

It is said that this cycle can never be broken,
And it never has. It is the sacred dance of
Bright Light in the realm of the Goddess;
Motionless Light in the domain of Love.
Timelessness in the realm of space.

Where is the illusion then, that death is inevitable?
Is it not founded in the perception of time itself?
The perception that creates a wound so deep in
The lover, who feels that the object
Of his love will eventually die?
Perceived time is nothing more than a longing in space.
In Truth, neither Bright Light, nor Love, long
While drifting in the kingdom of eternity.

Love is what allows time and space
To even appear in the mind of man;
Light is a gift of vision within space, true seeing,
Ablaze by the sheer force of thoughtless feeling;
That bright spark in the heart of every man,
Allowing, by Grace, the mind of man to really see
That Bright Light walks a narrow path,
And that all paths gather at one central point.
That point is Love.

Still, the mind of man is always on edge,
Wandering on the periphery of Bright Light and Love.
And Love is where all storms gather,
Causing waves upon the waters
To be swallowed whole by the famished sea-mother
Who delights in devouring her young.

Yes, the vast ocean of time-space
Is the edible realm, you see;
Where every one and every thing preys
On some form or other,
Where every one and every thing consumes
Or is being consumed
Amid great fear and objection.
Have you not noticed this?
Death, then, appears real, therefore inevitable.
Before death one must relinquish
This impulse to fall from Love,
And to dance down the Bright Light,
Now, and now, and now.

There is no need to bring
The children forth out of Egypt
Nor part the sea leading into Israel.
Freedom is not elsewhere.
Simple awareness of bondage
Is the truth that sets one free.
Truth is being conscious of what is,
Not what will apparently be the case
At some point in time.
One cannot move from bondage
Into everlasting Freedom.
Be mindful of what is binding you
And the hand that parts the sea
Frees you in that very moment.

There is really no time, and no space,
No distance at all between bondage and Freedom.
What is reflected against the misty lake of Narcissus
Is simply the refusal to be happy.
Doesn’t the sun sit still behind shifting clouds?
Where is darkness when the Greater Light
Swallows all and All?
Darkness is an error in the mind of man,
Spinning thoughts in egocentric fashion;
Not unlike planet earth in its motion around the sun,
Hence the shadow world.
Objects do not vanish by going somewhere else.
Objects vanish when they’re outshined by Bright Light.
So, when objects have disappeared, where are the shadows?

©2009 thethumbs.ca

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

1 posted 2009-11-04 09:56 AM

Superb.
A breathtaking landscape.

AncientHippie
Member

since 2009-10-15

Posts 411
Surfing the Cosmic Flow

2 posted 2009-11-04 10:50 AM

Ronald, this is epic, man! It is so completely refreshing to read a totally spiritual piece without once using the dogma of established religion. So very well thought out: so very well presented. I love how the work starts with Lake Narcissus, and cycles through the body of the poem to end there. I especially enjoyed the profoundness of "...Freedom is not elsewhere.
Simple awareness of bondage
Is the truth that sets one free.
Truth is being conscious of what is,..." So good to read someone who believes as I do.
Thank you so very much.
Namaste
Jim

"We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock"

Kosmic888
Junior Member

since 2009-11-01

Posts 29
Vancouver Canada

3 posted 2009-11-04 04:09 PM

AncientHippie & This Diamond: Thanks so much for the comments, I really appreciate it

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