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As a mystic [& INFJ personality type] I am a servant of Truth.

I write, when so moved, only what I see and Know
from experience. I do not call myself a 'poet',
but do try to write what could be called poetry.
That is the only medium of language I found
that comes close to translating the ineffable
and Infinite reaches of the Soul.

I love the Mystic poets,whose writings I did

not discover till long after experiencing-writing

much of my own.           
(It was good to find I was not the only
loony in the world!)

To authentically claim what something is 'not',
one must first know what it 'is'.

A few of my interests include:
Jungian psychology, ancient mysteries,
karma and Grace. Some of my favourite
musical poets & seers are:
Leonard Cohen; Don McLean; 
Magna Carta; The Moody Blues;
Emerson, Lake & Palmer;
Freddy Mercury; 
George Harrison;
Chris de Burgh; 
Dory Previn;
Stuart Davis
[links to favourite albums]

 If It Be Your Will [audio], 
by Leonard Cohen
[from 'Various Positions' 1984]


"Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, 
  of great and feeling souls." ~ Voltaire


"The gate of Paradise is guarded by the highest Spirit of Reason,
who bars the way until he has been overcome."
~ Nicholas of Cusa, mystic
[As quoted in Ch. 1,  'When The Dream Becomes Real'
by Michael O'Callahan]

Les Crane's DESIDERATA  [audio]  by Max Ehrmann 

 

Kuan Yin's Prayer for the Abuser

 

► Accipere quam facere praestat injuriam ◄

 

 

 

 

THOUSANDS Out of the thousands who are known, or who want to be known as poets, maybe one or two are genuine and the rest are fakes, hanging around the sacred precincts trying to look like the real thing. Needless to say I am one of the fakes, and this is my story ~ Leonard Cohen © 2000

 

 

 

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Apology (sonnet)   by MargaretG Some hurts demand amends before they fade, to show that they will not be done again. Mistakes can be forgiven when they're made, but ingrained errors cause us too much pain. The ignorance of error's no excuse, the one who errs must learn of his effect; speak up, and end indignity, misuse, or suffer from your loved one's disrespect. Or leave. Just leave him ignorant of why you left, and heal your psychic wounds alone. Who learns, who never sees the tears you cry, or did he see and turn his heart to stone? We measure all the characters we see and love the ones who make apology.   ~*~ © Margaret I. Gibson, All rights reserved Used with permission

 

                

This life’s five windows of the soul 
Distorts the Heavens from pole to pole, 
And leads you to believe a lie 
When you see with, not thro’, the eye     
That was born in a night, to perish in a night, 
When the soul slept in the beams of light.
— William Blake

 

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