I hike for the wildness in the sky’s eye;
step past the time when the mind
has more arguments with forever;
open the places where the edge of the world
falls out of the mouth of the moon, dances
against my heart; leaves me a fountain
spilling songs into an earth ready to hear.
Man is more than his visions, the wind in feathers --
owls, eagles, feet full of the race of ponies.
In his humility, he breathes in the universe, exhales eternity.
12:54 AM
12/11/07
Alexandria, VA
In a list
A contest entry
- Armful Of All This And Heaven Too - 10-10 by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended December 11, 2007, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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You Got The Gold
and every peice you right deserves it's shine. Your page should be weighed down with them...but there's has to a higher honor to match your mind because gold soons loses it luster in comparison to it.
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This is an ecstatic piece. Just like in many ways the one of yours I just reviewed. Their is a celebration of life, our aliveness, our being that sings beyond all the yammering of our mind and when we enter this zone of enlightment we become total and a part of the universe.
Love, Tom B.
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I could wish I were a feather to drift on the warm winds, let my quill be caught in the leaves of a tree, to draw lace of shadows and sunshine, or become a mini sail for dreams in a waterfall wearing an arch of rainbows.
Timeless your sky's eye and "The Bridge Across Forever" (Richard Bach) expanding vistas. Your soul is singing, Tom.
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When we dance with hearts alone and let ourselves feel the age of stone, all the lives tossed into our hands make us realize that time is sand. In the moment that lives in all are the songs of peace that make us tall. The kingdom of heaven is in us all. Peace on earth comes when we can be large not small. We feel the fit of life and love and joy flows in circles as we root and touch what is the gift from above.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Let each day like a bell ring clear,
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Wakefulness
So it is, truth, the gift from above
where the word is ONE, manifest Love,
knows light to be untouched by time,
birthless and deathless, joy sublime.
God, we are not, but life in His plan,
finds image held pure in the Great I AM.
So, harken I shall the bells ringing clear,
the music is mine, in harmonies dear.
For that which my eyes have chosen to see,
my heart knows Good is all that can be,
for All is complete despite dreams we unfold,
Divine will on earth...our heaven to hold.
Klassy Lassy
Deceber 19, 2007
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Merry Christmas!
Tomis.
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Thankfulness
What I give never equals all I have received.
The hearts of others that bless me, touch me
far deeper than many can see. Only by reflecting
the Light that shines into my heart can I start
repay all that has been given me.
Much to be learned and much to be done,
I know that in this life time I have just begun.
For you, my friend, this is true: You create
a wonderful light of sweet blessing in the heart
sparking fires that do not burn what they touch
but shed healing light while they burn bright
with your love. So, I am blessed
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you
As winds stir and we watch each season deeply
never knowing which will be the last, I
give you a smile, wry and full of joy,
a kiss upon your cheek for friendhip blessed,
and hope that when the rains fall against
the window you see my smile reflected in each one.
Love, Tom B.
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doesnt sound empty at all... what a head scratcher to correlate the title with the poem
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When we are no longer a discussion of being or of our experience, we are empty of our thoughts -- mind still, then we are in the eyes of the Buddha a feast of this moment. I hope this is explanation enough.
Love, Tom B.
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True artistry in the moment. A tapestry of explicit concepts sparking dendrites to scream, "Give Me More!"
"In his humility, he breathes in the universe, exhales eternity."
A perfect curtain draw; a breath so real that the exhalation takes forever to conclude.
-Min-
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Life is in the moment, the experience of your experience and we wander in the digressions of the mind.
Love, Tom B.
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This is indeed gold worthy. GREAT piece of poetry here... I could feel... lovely!!!
I love you.
Mel
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Mel, You know that we are most alive when we are in the moment experienceing the experience. I felt fortunate to be able to catch it with this poem. Just as I know you love me and always have. But you have had your own life run its up and down for you. And we know my love is just a pure and caring one with no promise of being more than a heart for you to rest in. This poem is about the ecstatic high of being alive and knowing how much you are a part of everything.
Love, Tom B.
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beautiful!
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There is only this moment, everything else is a conversation.
Peace & Light, Tom B.
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Very nice, but a bit too much to take in. Your words are simple and flow with a gentle fluidity, yet they don’t seem to adhere together quite to my liking. I feel that for a short poem it’s well written, however I believe some head scratching would be in order to decipher its true meaning.
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Simple, when you really go deep and let the wildness fill you, it gives you a deep and wonderous sense of joy and the infinite. Try it sometime.
Love, Tom B.
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beautiful, a man in tune with the world, the sky, the moon, the waters, the earth, elemental passion and conjunction, knowing his place within it all, and exulting in it. The simplicity of enlightenment and the humanity of sharing. Very well done.
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and the leaves dance to this, for as the emptiness and joy of meditation combine here, your words paint most and deserved it is, bow to thanks,
and apricot tarts,
jas
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There is a place where you walk on stars to cross the dark sea. Thank you for understanding enough to laugh with the wind.
Love, Tom B.
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I knew if this poem were in a contest it would garner GOLD! You've grabbed hold of the heavenlies, and pitched them to Earth...they rebounded and touched the planet that the ancient Egyptians have inhabited.
"open the places where the edge of the world
falls out of the mouth of the moon"
This is the place of everlasting. Beautiful!
All My Love ♥
Renee
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I guess this is in place because of my maturity
as an artist. I have tried to get the feelings I have on paper before without success. Maybe, because I was trying to tell instead of share Thanks for enjoying it so and letting it run across you.
Love, Tom B.
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This poem has made my spirit soar. It is beautiful and inspirational. Such a wonderful write. Congratulations on a well deserved gold! Be Blessed Sir.
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There is a joy in truly feeling our aliveness, thanks for letting me know I captured one of those moments. Love, Tom B.
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WOW you are so good with metaphore.
This is sensational... great job here and
your talent has paid off here I see with a new shiney golden beauty well deserved...
Love,
Delila
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Thanks for the joy you display and receive from my simple words. The joy in writing comes from the touches shared. The trophies are not as important as the people being touched. Thanks you again for sharing how it touched you.
Love, Tom B.
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The connection, the realness, the taste of freedom of the mind...the vision of being one with all is a powerful feeling.You have captured it all within these few words...The Master Poet has done it again
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I can tell you know. When we allow the world to gift us we change how we are with it in return.
Love, Tom B.
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love that final line... spiritually uplifting, indeed! I love the title and the picture that the words paint in my mind....
beautiful and peaceful with a subtle sense of accomplishment, of having arrived...
it conveys a sense of familiarity, perhaps only briefly, with perfections, or at least feeling close to perfection... not prideful, not one's own, but near perfection that the author has had the pleasure of being near...
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One of the gifts in my life has been both the ecstatic vision and the experience of being totally in the "now" When I can succeed in sharing this briefly in a poem, I feel I am gifted. The joy in these transcendent moments is hard to capture and share in a meaningful way. That this poem appears to be able to do that is a time of celebration. Joy scintillates when it is shared and allowed to illuminate other's hearts.
Love, Tom B.
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I think this is beautifully done, sweetie
I was transported to a place where my soul took flight and my heart felt carefree
So very worthy of the gold; congratulations! This was a fine piece of poetry!
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Thanks for sharing how this touched and delighted you. May your day be blessed and touched with the grace of joy.
Love, Tom B.
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Not being much of a hiker but definately an admirer of nature this is simply beautiful. The simple wonders of the earth are astounding and you have brought this to me in your words. A feast of fullness for me..Wonderfully written with such depth of feelings for life.
Soulful Woman
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It has just been my experience that our mind rattles on so much. When I get enough time away from the naddering of the everyday and step deep in the center of the world, the experience is rather ecstatic. Glad you enjoyed this moment when I was able to share this. Love, Tom B.
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"In his humility, he breathes in the universe, exhales eternity." Tom, what a powerful line. I am so happy you won GOLD, in a contest so very special to me! Your thoughtfulnes and ability to ruminate on this special photo, only adds to my respect and love for you! Bravo, poet!
Shana
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We are energy beings who have a patina of material mud we take far to seriously glopped over us. I just like to dance with the joys that lift us back to a connection with our being. Thanks for being in my corner.
Love, Tom B.
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The freedom one feels when hiking in areas like this must be amazing. Lovely picture, great poem to accompany it. Nature is there for us to enjoy. Looks as if you hav done just that in this write. Lovely gold winner.
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Thanks. Often times it what allows our mind to become still and let our spirit feast upon simplicty that is the greatest gift.
Love, Tom B.
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There is something that reminds me of Bhuddism within the feast of emptiness,the peeling away of all the layers that overlap until the point,the pinnacle,of a void that is at the same time empty but full and fulfilling.
Recently I forgot something( nothing new,memory like a sieve!) My little one encapsulated in technological terms,he said " Don't worry Mom,your memory card is full" it made me smile and gifted a heart-smile,for if it was only as easy as buying a "memory card" and selecting what to keep and which to erase at the click of the button...
Your poem reaches into the parts that are attainable when all else that is sustainable is fine but with the reaching of the peak it is feathered...
I understand both the mountain high and the valley low
,man is more than his visions,with work he may become a visionary...
Enough rambling dear poet and may you experience many more natural endorphins...
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Yvette, I should of known
that you would understand clearly the meaning in Feast of Emptiness. After writing this, reverting to my buddhism seemed the only path for a title. The poem is so ecstatic and revelatory that I didn't want to gild the lily.
Thanks for all of your thoughts and insights. Most of all for sharing a smile about the "memory card"
Love, Tom B.
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I'm Blown Away!
This is freakin amazing! I feel like this when I am out in nature, but you have captured it so well here!!!Amazing!
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I know I am not alone in the song of freedom and the joyous embrace of the universe that shows up when we are at one with nature. This is just my small poem being added to the long line of poets and poems that have proceeded me. Thanks for sharing your joy.
Love, Tom B.
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Beautiful gold...this is a wonderful write..
I love the strong faith in each line...smiles
Thank you for sharing Sir Tomis..
Peace and many blessings
~A~
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Glad you enjoyed this. It has taken many years before I could finally capture a small part of the high, the opening, the beingness that arrives about three days into being on the trail. Sometimes, though, it shows up without effort and your whole day sings.
Love,Tom B.
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superb
he breathe in the universe, exhales eternity
opens the place where the edge of the world
dances against my heart
heart-bound breath taking
you are one of kind
delightful and original
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Really nice comment. So full of positives and obviously a love for the moments when the heart soars and the spirit becomes clear in its inivitations for us to be in the world. Thank you.
Love, Tom B.
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What a gorgeous descrip[tive piece...the use of language here stimulates great reconnection to the depth of spiritual connection to Mother Earth.
"open the places where the edge of the world
falls out of the mouth of the moon, dances
against my heart; leaves me a fountain
spilling songs into an earth ready to hear."
how honorable, how devote the ear to hear this.
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When I hiked, back packed on trails, it took about three days for the mind to run out of things to nader about. Then, the spirit begins to become free to share the experience of now. I am fortunate to be able to share this in a poem. Thank you for being able to hear so much in my words. Thanks for the gold as well.
Love, Tom B.
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Very nice indeed. I need more mind expanding exercises for sure. This is very lovely in all ways imaginable. Best if luck (like YOU need it) in the contest...
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This is the first time I have been able to write down what I get when hiking for days and not have it sound ridiculous. Glad you enjoyed. Love, Tom B.
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