Bright Light Over Lake Narcissus

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Kosmic888
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since 2009-11-01

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Vancouver Canada

0 posted 2009-11-09 03:50 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

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2009-11-09 04:13 PM

In your mind. I especially loved this reference: 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

One gives up the selfishness in time, for acceptance, and a realization that no one is ever gone.

Great read.

Kosmic888
Junior Member

since 2009-11-01

Posts 29
Vancouver Canada

2 posted 2009-11-09 05:23 PM

Thanks so much for reviewing this piece, and your take on it. And thanks also for the compliment

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

3 posted 2009-11-10 06:00 PM

I enjoyed reading this thought provoking, beautiful piece of poetry. Very well done, excellent I would say.

The questioning, the reasoning, the searching, the wondering, it's all part of our Path of life. And in surrendering to the marvel of BEING, we can but breathe in gratitude.

Love,
Margherita

Kosmic888
Junior Member

since 2009-11-01

Posts 29
Vancouver Canada

4 posted 2009-11-10 09:01 PM

Thanks for reviewing this piece margherita, and for the wonderful comment.

Peace profound - Ron

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