Finer
Finer than
A razor-slicing line
Between the absolutely vain
And the Absolute Divine
Balance, balance on that Blade
Of Soul-searing Pain and trade
Between the jealousy and fright
Between the ignorant and blind
Long
Long enough you'll find
When Fear of that Abysmal Dark
Has so cracked and maimed your Heart
That there is no higher Ecstasy
There is no greater Find
Than to step, Step into the Glory
Of
One
All-Embracing
Mind
Author notes
"The needful thing is not to know the truth but to experience it." ~ C G Jung
Written October 3rd, 2003
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Thank you, J!
I'm glad if it helped some. If you click on 'view all', an insightful comment by MargaretG may help also.
~G
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thoughtful
I sought out this poem because there are questions in my mind today about how to handle certain questions. I can see that you appear to have found a certain peace from the normal dualism of existence. Though this poem does not answer the question, it does elucidate what the question is, for me. Thanks. J. -
Thank you! My subtleties are always "intentional"...although I hadn't thought that was particularly subtle.
~G
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Poignant
I have been involved in conversations along this topic for a couple of days now. The line that raised an eyebrow is, "between ignorant and blind." The subtelty, in intentional, relegates this read to the libraries of eclectics. Careful, you might become "unpopular." (snicker) -
Haha! I can just hear it pronounced that way too
I'm half Scot, my father was born in Rabbie Burns' stomping ground, Ayrshire.
~ G
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you know i live in Aberdeen i jokingly call it destruction
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ace one Maat ... qui veritas?
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Thank you, onerios I'm wondering if you found the rhyme scheme "off" by reading it visually 'on the page', instead of reciting it out loud? You may find it flows better that way.
~ G
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You know, I'm seriously diggin' your ability to present such impressive psychological nuances to your pieces. You have a fine inner sense of being able to balance these more delicate and fragile subtle meanings with panache, lol. However, the rhyming was a bit off, giving me a moment of, oh, crap, where were you going with this again? lol But overall, I like this style and what you had to say. And I fully agree with Ana...I'd have to get to know your works better before I can make a better judgement of what really IS your best...lol. But so far...it's gettin' good here!
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Thank you, I appreciate your comments, Nicole!
It is my personal (peculiar) style to incorporate symbols and shaped layouts for visual effect and subliminal nuance. The tree shape was intentional also.
I realize this style does not necessarily appeal to everyone, but I have never been 'conventional'. Mine are designed to be more artistically visual.
~ G
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Well diggity... this poem definitely has a message and power behind the words. I'm not sure I get the ~~~> things, which kind of take away from the flow of the poem. Distracting, really. The rhyme was inconsistent, but still good. The form was different, although I think it would have been just as good had you implemented a more conventional style (but yeah... conventional can be boring sometimes). All in all, not bad. I'll have to read your other work to determine if it's your personal best, though.
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To be a hidden goddess sharing foods gown of mirth soil
In the primordial abyss of waters in which we shall never toil
The life giving powers of a water goddess known to us
Along the banks and rivers
Sings the Prince of Peace beyond the shores of Egypt
Tears we cry in the eyes of Isis rising
Lyrebirds of one forever spring fly
In the eternal songs of you him and me
As time goes by
Remember one water dove within your eyes
In your eagle wings I doth fly to your newborn skies
Within the starry starry nights of a falcons paradise
O deepest love did we journey far too much
Within the fiery blaze of our loving touch
O the starburst contained within your sapphire eyes
Until the mists of time rise brightly
When little songbirds shall forever fly
I am one within your seaworthy eyes
O my seafarer in your light eyes of the falcon
Remember when
Our truth resides in the arms of love and compassion
Isis rising the iris within our eyes of graceful passion
A journey within a journey just to answer the eternal question
What is love if nought your soul and heartbeat that is one within me
O love is the marriage of true minds
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments. I said in my comments, that there is no religion higher than Truth because no religion can contain all the Truth. We have to go beyond religion to find Truth. The word 'religion' comes from the Latin word, 'bond', or, 'to bind'. Only when you allow yourself to be 'bound' by nothing, will you find Truth.
The 'Blade' and 'finer than a razor-slicing line' are metaphors for mental and spiritual pain. I am not speaking of any kind of "cutting".
~ G
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i like.. I really understand it.. i agree that truth is the greatest but i don't think it's a religion.. well... not ONE religion anyway.. there are truths and lies in all religons... i like your reference to balnce and cutting.. it makes it very very interesting ...nice job! msay-hap we can converse about this later
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Wise and wonderful
I'm surprised that I overlooked this one for so long.
What struck me is the balance in agony, which lasts for as long as it does, before the single step into glory. Perhaps it lasts due to disbelief that the step is only one step. Ever afterward it is apparent that agony is as much a choice as glory is.
Wonderfully written, with creative word choices and images. Whenever you wrote it, that was a good day.
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You've been there... What amazes me often in poetry like this is the effortless switching from detail to broad-spectrum within the span of just one line. It feels like your mind is dragged over an infinite distance through space and time while we actually see the poets reflection recorded before us in merely a few square inches. Perhaps it is the way in which we obliterate paradox, thereby trashing assumption and replacing it with precious chuncks of the undisputed truth. I admire you work, molded by a powerful mind. But I guess you know that already
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It saddens because you know the feeling (just like real veterans of battle don't like war movies). It is only our own fears looking back from the abyss...an illusion. Thank you for reading
~ G
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every poem will have a differnet effect on every person...this poem although very well written...and deeply profound...it sadened me
Long
Long enough you'll find
When Fear of that Abysmal Dark
Has so cracked and maimed your Heart
it brought back memories of the nameless dark ive seen and felt in past lives
keep up the great work
dark search
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Thank you Dee . Your query is most interesting, because I recall having written the original some time in the 80's. The notes of it lost over the years between, moving house (and continents). It came back to me last year, by inspiration, for a fellow seeker whom I thought might gain inspiration from it through the 'dark night of the soul' they were suffering. I don't know if it helped or not. Thank you for asking, Dee, you have reminded me that nothing of real importance can ever be truly lost.
Love,
~ Gennelle
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True
Before I even read _Beyond Belief_ I saw in its contours, the image of a tree. Ah, thought I, reaching high. I have always had a deep respect for tall trees, and the peace I feel beneath them. Pines, especially.
The poem led from the outside in, to end with the only possible centre. Truth it is, powered by love. Awesome!
Do you recall when you wrote it? -Dee
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this was pretty darn good. thanks for sharing and the last part was just awsome.
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