Turning to fire are the seasons of man's reason
Earth blazing for the second coming is avenging
Nature is a woman that has been scorned asunder
Blood red tide rising cresting as the ocean is blooded
Withering forests crying while the acid rain falls animists
Over-soul weeps as the globe warms, for man is the abuser
Apathy abounds surrounds the talking heads of state
They say earth is a witch and we will still burn her
Dogs of war rage on the serried oil bearing sands insofar,
Insatiable nations crave oil; this greed is amoral
Sacrificing youth on the command of old men affecting,
Suffering pain justified by their creed and advocating,
God of their making is on the side the righteous
With grace and faith the goddess above is reawaking
Revelation is written by men; she will grant absolution
Healing the earth stopping the pain and suffering
For she is the soul of nature giving life to the universe
Let there be beauty, let the soul arise and come unto her
Author notes
”The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
spiritus mundi
Literally, the spirit of the world or analytically - the morals and mores of the times.
Over-soul" as a term has more recently come to be used by Eastern philosophers such as Meher Baba and others as the closest English language equivalent of the Vedic concept of Paramatman.[1] (In Sanskrit the word param means "supreme" and atman means "soul"; thus Paramatman literally means "Supreme-Soul.") [1] The term is used frequently in discussion of Eastern metaphysics and has also entered western vernacular. In this context, the term "Over-soul" is understood as the collective indivisible Soul, of which all individual souls or identities are included. The experience of this underlying reality of the indivisible "I am" state of the Over-soul is said to be veiled from the human mind by sanskaras, or impressions, acquired over the course of evolution and reincarnation. Such past impressions form a kind of sheath between the Over-soul and its true identity, as they give rise to the tendency of identification with the gross differentiated body. Thus the world, as apperceived through the impressions of the past appears plural, while reality experienced in the present, unencumbered by past impressions (the unconditioned or liberated mind), perceives itself as the One indivisible totality
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- Y is for Yeats - William Butler Yeats by just mercedes.
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Thank you for this entry, and a fine response to the prompt poem. I am so pleased and surprised to see the hope and faith in the redemptive power of beauty, of the animating spirit of the world, as a response to Yeats' negative view of the world prior to WW1.
You have presented some very strong images here, and speak of the damage caused by man, not fate, or time. Yet you are able to finish with an uplifting image, and a call to beauty. Very well done. -
A dust devil of words!
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Such truth shines forth from your words...amazing imagery as I read. Such sadness and hope combined in an amazing and enchanting verse. Blessed be your soul for seeing this truth and expressing it so eloquently in poetry!
Love~
~Azlyn~
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Your poem shines with promises of hope for a world that seems spinning toward its doom. Eloquently expressed!
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malmadre
Thank you for your kind comment i do have faith that the veil will be mended an earth will be healed
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