christopher-wallace - Hello Poetry

Pupils contract, in protection, from the onslaught of light which peels off colours out of the abyss, shedding sight, on blackness, the contours of the dream are beautiful and falling. I, a curious position in space, attempt to relate here, whilst all is being swallowed, and swirled, in the belly of the Goddess, whom engineers faultlessly, as we fall. Monkeys driven by meaning, are strangling reality, effulgent as she is, near, unctuous and yielding, a shame, that vision is not seeing, and seeing is believing, and god is dead, and science is a net holding frailty. Behind the mist of morning, at the waters edge, in the brimming beams of sunlight, the percolating mountains, the stretch of land, the capsule of atmosphere, here: Is the unknown, and unknowable, the black truth, we tremble before, afraid of the death it pours over our living ****** Yet what is enlightenment, but the ability to see in the dark, and what is the dark but the absolute liberating force, the annihilating edge, obliterative. And what is nothing, but everything.

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC

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Pupils contract, in protection, from the onslaught of light which peels off colours out of the abyss, shedding sight, on blackness, the contours of the dream are beautiful and falling. I, a curious position in space, attempt to relate here, whilst all is being swallowed, and swirled, in the belly of the Goddess, whom engineers faultlessly, as we fall. Monkeys driven by meaning, are strangling reality, effulgent as she is, near, unctuous and yielding, a shame, that vision is not seeing, and seeing is believing, and god is dead, and science is a net holding frailty. Behind the mist of morning, at the waters edge, in the brimming beams of sunlight, the percolating mountains, the stretch of land, the capsule of atmosphere, here: Is the unknown, and unknowable, the black truth, we tremble before, afraid of the death it pours over our living ****** Yet what is enlightenment, but the ability to see in the dark, and what is the dark but the absolute liberating force, the annihilating edge, obliterative. And what is nothing, but everything.

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Winters nascent white falls on the boughs of orchard branches and carpets the earth outside my window; The coating has a strength in it's gentle glow softening and subduing the landscape in a pale light, diffused by cloud, Lifting with the purity of a doves wings And drifting with a melancholy like ashes, Settling, like the baseness of bones, Something bare and beautiful is reflected outside in the raw winds of transition, Out of the dark belly of solstice, In all the suddenness and subtlety of being snow flakes are inchoate and bristling.

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC

Winters nascent white

Winters nascent white falls on the boughs of orchard branches and carpets the earth outside my window; The coating has a strength in it's gentle glow softening and subduing the landscape in a pale light, diffused by cloud, Lifting with the purity of a doves wings And drifting with a melancholy like ashes, Settling, like the baseness of bones, Something bare and beautiful is reflected outside in the raw winds of transition, Out of the dark belly of solstice, In all the suddenness and subtlety of being snow flakes are inchoate and bristling.

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Ushered into the breathable Strung on undefinable threads, Life's atmospheric interlacing; A weaving, hidden to opaque sight Subtle ties, loosen and relax, Chest enmeshed entirely, Titillating summations of Earth's enthusiasm Entwine in activities of the lungs and heart Pumping action, energy, growth, Air feeds fire, and power, and blood, Burning from the inside, animated, Billions of cellular suns, throbbing Light in the garden of the body, Alive with murmurs, and hums Of love, all of time, and space, Moved to produce this oscillation Ecstatic the body expands in swells, Ecstatic the body contracts in swells, Ecstatic are the waves exchanging, Ecstatic is the surge of breath

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC

Breathe

Ushered into the breathable Strung on undefinable threads, Life's atmospheric interlacing; A weaving, hidden to opaque sight Subtle ties, loosen and relax, Chest enmeshed entirely, Titillating summations of Earth's enthusiasm Entwine in activities of the lungs and heart Pumping action, energy, growth, Air feeds fire, and power, and blood, Burning from the inside, animated, Billions of cellular suns, throbbing Light in the garden of the body, Alive with murmurs, and hums Of love, all of time, and space, Moved to produce this oscillation Ecstatic the body expands in swells, Ecstatic the body contracts in swells, Ecstatic are the waves exchanging, Ecstatic is the surge of breath

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I Everything is cast asunder Chopped like waves A scintillating shattered mirror II Memory is an ache in the mist Settling into a backward moving river That snarls into an ethereal past III Quivering in the skin, an embodied seer; Flesh with entropic and generative visions Alive with terror and imaginative beauty IV A burning longing is cooled in the waters of grief Where space is apart and falling; When time cuts eternity And all that was, and will be, is here, broken V Pulling colours out of a boundless light Severing into the spectrum Tearing hot white nothing into variegated hue VI A depth of shade holds together layers of truth Concealing the unknown in echoes of shadows Contours and grooves, carving out reality VII Loosener of holding; shaking catharsis Bittersweet, uncontrollable chaos Bare and raw and momentary and changing VII Like the fall of a giant old growth tree that lays to waste and nourish an abundance on the forest floor IX Like the blossom of a wild flower tired of tight closure, breaking open, petal by petal to expose it's heart to the sun

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC

Fragments of a Broken Heart

I Everything is cast asunder Chopped like waves A scintillating shattered mirror II Memory is an ache in the mist Settling into a backward moving river That snarls into an ethereal past III Quivering in the skin, an embodied seer; Flesh with entropic and generative visions Alive with terror and imaginative beauty IV A burning longing is cooled in the waters of grief Where space is apart and falling; When time cuts eternity And all that was, and will be, is here, broken V Pulling colours out of a boundless light Severing into the spectrum Tearing hot white nothing into variegated hue VI A depth of shade holds together layers of truth Concealing the unknown in echoes of shadows Contours and grooves, carving out reality VII Loosener of holding; shaking catharsis Bittersweet, uncontrollable chaos Bare and raw and momentary and changing VII Like the fall of a giant old growth tree that lays to waste and nourish an abundance on the forest floor IX Like the blossom of a wild flower tired of tight closure, breaking open, petal by petal to expose it's heart to the sun

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each time her bare front is full with illumination she is defined by the mystery of infinite black behind her and at her most enlightened is dappled with caters and scars ensconced in darkness lined by an aphotic slivered edge shadow speaks most deeply of the ways in which she moves

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC

full moon shadow

each time her bare front is full with illumination she is defined by the mystery of infinite black behind her and at her most enlightened is dappled with caters and scars ensconced in darkness lined by an aphotic slivered edge shadow speaks most deeply of the ways in which she moves

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Life is unavoidably ecstatic, at every scale, degree, level, dimension, an oscillation, season to season day to night to day to night cycle by cycle wax by wane feeling by feeling to feeling always moving both ways all ways always crest, trough, cresting- falling, lifting-crashing riding, riding out and in and through and by and by, bursting.. I could explode, I might explode, I did explode, I do explode though I'm contained, boundary by boundary, transcending, including, moving always moving both ways all ways always rainbows weaving spectral waving, rivers raging, bodies growing, organismic, oceanic, orgiastic in-ing, out-ing, coming-going, holding, letting go, flowing, flowing, flows surrendered, building, pursing, pleasing, pangs, paining, ripping, breaking, sorrows to joys to shade to shine, as chasms to substantiation, as abyssal to full, as burn to burning, to smoke etheric, to ashes, to ground, all passions as passions passion pumping, filling, releasing on-ing, off-ing, alive-dying-birthing-living, living as moving always moving, transforming breath by breath by breathing, being this to that, a changeling, changing always moving always moving both ways all ways always

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Apr 18, 2014

Apr 18, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC

The Unavoidable Ecstasy of Life (always moving, all ways)

Life is unavoidably ecstatic, at every scale, degree, level, dimension, an oscillation, season to season day to night to day to night cycle by cycle wax by wane feeling by feeling to feeling always moving both ways all ways always crest, trough, cresting- falling, lifting-crashing riding, riding out and in and through and by and by, bursting.. I could explode, I might explode, I did explode, I do explode though I'm contained, boundary by boundary, transcending, including, moving always moving both ways all ways always rainbows weaving spectral waving, rivers raging, bodies growing, organismic, oceanic, orgiastic in-ing, out-ing, coming-going, holding, letting go, flowing, flowing, flows surrendered, building, pursing, pleasing, pangs, paining, ripping, breaking, sorrows to joys to shade to shine, as chasms to substantiation, as abyssal to full, as burn to burning, to smoke etheric, to ashes, to ground, all passions as passions passion pumping, filling, releasing on-ing, off-ing, alive-dying-birthing-living, living as moving always moving, transforming breath by breath by breathing, being this to that, a changeling, changing always moving always moving both ways all ways always

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to idolize a segregated love against fear, that knows nothing of failure, hurt, destruction to cage evil, to make evil, by making cages and to venerate, righteously, some ideological and illogical heaven to loose sight, of the dark and be blinded, in sheer light is to forget beauty, real beauty is lost in piousness in gross over simplifications in staunch suppositions, unintelligent and heartless, some dreary mundane banality; and to lose beauty, is to lose life. without death you are dead and if there were only good there would be no good at all and truth is true by falsifiability never lose sight of the terror that waxes at beauties heart with trembling and real love, shaking for the unshakeable, and put demons in their place next to angels, bring shadows to the light, or you'll know nothing of great dreams of shifting colour and hue and shade and shine and here we are and here we are I say give me it all, I'll refuse nothing, grant me totality, hand in hand with my union- godly I am for wholeness- divided I am for the world I am a lover feel, I need to feel I am a lover sense, I need to sense I am an artist see, I need to see this reality: here, to hide nothing to hide nothing to hide nothing and see forever!

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC

to hide nothing, and see forever

to idolize a segregated love against fear, that knows nothing of failure, hurt, destruction to cage evil, to make evil, by making cages and to venerate, righteously, some ideological and illogical heaven to loose sight, of the dark and be blinded, in sheer light is to forget beauty, real beauty is lost in piousness in gross over simplifications in staunch suppositions, unintelligent and heartless, some dreary mundane banality; and to lose beauty, is to lose life. without death you are dead and if there were only good there would be no good at all and truth is true by falsifiability never lose sight of the terror that waxes at beauties heart with trembling and real love, shaking for the unshakeable, and put demons in their place next to angels, bring shadows to the light, or you'll know nothing of great dreams of shifting colour and hue and shade and shine and here we are and here we are I say give me it all, I'll refuse nothing, grant me totality, hand in hand with my union- godly I am for wholeness- divided I am for the world I am a lover feel, I need to feel I am a lover sense, I need to sense I am an artist see, I need to see this reality: here, to hide nothing to hide nothing to hide nothing and see forever!

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Iris peels back three generous petals, ample in exposure, a gravitationally drawn dress, ********** with drops and folds, a downward- opening, bares elegant anatomy, stripped from the waist of a lighter three petals, lifting, inside, reflective, reaching skywards, and naked ribbed with natural frill, raw with the colours of flower flesh white tiger stripes and purple veins, curling towards the ground like tears and lifting up like laughter, with centered yellow streaks that lead into the heart, where another tri-petal formation folds in on itself, as if to contain some sacred secret that is gently holding at her ***** a trinity within a trinity within a trinity of beauty her naked convolutions coil into just the right amount of earthly space, so perfectly held there in the air with poised and dancing stillness, the perfect allure of a delicate goddess, rooted in the ground but living also inside the I, elevated by the gaze into limitless imaginal expanse, no mere flower, in relation she is an entrance into love

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Apr 12, 2014

Apr 12, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC

Beloved Iris flower

Iris peels back three generous petals, ample in exposure, a gravitationally drawn dress, ********** with drops and folds, a downward- opening, bares elegant anatomy, stripped from the waist of a lighter three petals, lifting, inside, reflective, reaching skywards, and naked ribbed with natural frill, raw with the colours of flower flesh white tiger stripes and purple veins, curling towards the ground like tears and lifting up like laughter, with centered yellow streaks that lead into the heart, where another tri-petal formation folds in on itself, as if to contain some sacred secret that is gently holding at her ***** a trinity within a trinity within a trinity of beauty her naked convolutions coil into just the right amount of earthly space, so perfectly held there in the air with poised and dancing stillness, the perfect allure of a delicate goddess, rooted in the ground but living also inside the I, elevated by the gaze into limitless imaginal expanse, no mere flower, in relation she is an entrance into love

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That there is something, from nothing; that there is anything at all, is a tireless miracle. Simply being is profound.

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Apr 11, 2014

Apr 11, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC

the profundity of being

That there is something, from nothing; that there is anything at all, is a tireless miracle. Simply being is profound.

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Echoes of living All time inside the present Complex and simple Complex and simple Novelty exponential As it always is As it always is Forever swells in motion Change is the constant Change is the constant Transformation's here and now I am living death I am living death Death is living manifest Born from the ceasing Born from the ceasing Constantly falling into The grave of presence The grave of presence Is the garden evermore A fullness profound A fullness profound More than can ever be known Felt here through being Felt here through being All at once liberated Freedom this moment Freedom this moment My breath invites exchanging Interdependence Interdependence Everything's brought to life By spirals self spun By spirals self spun There is nothing I am not No one that I am No one that I am I am existence alone I the paradox I the paradox A mirror in a mirror Echoes of living

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC

Echoes of Living (a contemplative haiku loop)

Echoes of living All time inside the present Complex and simple Complex and simple Novelty exponential As it always is As it always is Forever swells in motion Change is the constant Change is the constant Transformation's here and now I am living death I am living death Death is living manifest Born from the ceasing Born from the ceasing Constantly falling into The grave of presence The grave of presence Is the garden evermore A fullness profound A fullness profound More than can ever be known Felt here through being Felt here through being All at once liberated Freedom this moment Freedom this moment My breath invites exchanging Interdependence Interdependence Everything's brought to life By spirals self spun By spirals self spun There is nothing I am not No one that I am No one that I am I am existence alone I the paradox I the paradox A mirror in a mirror Echoes of living

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