Saparonia Holliday

Saparonia Holliday Jun 2017

Ramblings from '89 - number 3, The Green

Green is the middle colour of the rainbow
The bridge to the other worlds is a rainbow,
And so the path is green.
The middle path.
The straight path.
Many feet make a path.

The light from the eyes of every living thing is the same.
The consciousness you feel is all one.

We are like reflections of the Moon in a pool.
Each ripple,
Each droplet,
Holds the same moon.

All that lives contains the same essence of life,
Every tree, every cell, every animal, every insect, everything alive.
The essence is no more and no less in anything.

Reality is not what it seems.

Saparonia Holliday Jun 2017

Ramblings from '89 - number 2

The patterns of earth
Like the patterns of a small fractal - part
Of Pi dimensional universe
And
Lots of patterns we haven't seen yet;

Like a field full of mist with dew
Spider webs in a misty field.

Saparonia Holliday Jun 2017

Ramblings from '89 - number 1

Not having you to hold,
I hope you're equally cold.

Saparonia Holliday Jun 2017

If You're Down

Look at the sky and remember who you are.
It's positive and natural to be down,
how else could you know what up is?

Saparonia Holliday Jun 2017

I wonder

In my accidental garden
There's a eucalyptus tree
I had to chop it down
Then it grew again for me.

There are pieces of it's body
Standing all around
They have a sort of beauty
I don't sit on the ground.

There's wisteria in flower
Twisted round the climbing frame
By the door a bright red acer
Trimmed to stop the drips of rain

Honeysuckle rambles
I confess there's brambles too
Dock and nettle with the roses
Rosemary and Feverfew

There's a dish of cat food
For the feline friends who come
But the dish is empty
And for cats alas there's none

Fearless Robin first to find it
Shared some time with me
Then Mrs Blackbird came
And her husband warily.

I sit on the unformed wood
Beneath the shady trees
With birds all unafraid
And I wonder

Saparonia Holliday May 2017

No Title, Poem by **** JING written around 290-300 ce

Confucius never had his day,
But he attracted a unicorn;
Why didn't he escape society
To preserve reality?

**** Jing was styled Weinian. He went around with his hair unkempt, singing as he meandered, lodging in Baishe - outside Luoyang. Sun Chu was writing in those days and went to Baishe a number of times to talk to him. **** Jing disappeared and no-one knew where he'd gone. Where he used to sleep there was nothing but a wild pink and two poems. This is one of them. - this is from Alchemists, Mediums and Magicians, Stories of Taoist Mystics, translated and edited by Thomas Cleary

My note, Taoism and Confucianism are different. Confucius was more concerned with the world than the Taoists. I believe the Unicorn in the poem is referring to the horned dragon horse who is said to have brought the pattern of nine from the Yellow river in times lost in myth. IChing is based on it.
Many Taoists were transformed into spirit without leaving behind any remains it is said. This didn't happen to Confucius.

Saparonia Holliday Mar 2017

Internets Over

War is profit for some
It's loss for all.
There is catastrophe waiting
By remains of their wall

The web that we share
The warm nets enclosure
Of friendship and sharing
Is almost over

How blind in our friendship
Love and peace flowers
Mistakes in our sharing
Decay in the bower

We opened the door
Sharing to commerce
Internets over
We let in the worst