Why not envision a new eco-poetics grounded in a heritage thousands of years old which upholds that everything in the universe is sacred?
    Francisco X. Alarcón


Space, time and Borges now are leaving me …
    J L Borges

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of the personality.
    T S Eliot

One does not often think of the tripartite goddess who gave her blessed name to Ireland -  Éire, Banba, Fódla - not to mention other goddesses who have left their trace on the landscape, Danu of the Paps of Danu for instance.

Devotional poetry in India goes by the name of bhakti. In the heel of the hunt, a bhakta does not really adore or pine for any god or  goddess; as with Mirabai’s love affair with Krishna, or Muktabai singing her own glistening Self; what is sought and what is praised is the brightness of eternal brightness, our shared Self, knowing neither birth nor death.

Some words in this poem sequence are ‘shaded’ to allow for another reading of a line, or a faint echo, a game much cherished by the Celtic poets of yore. Thus, the reader sees the word as the world when written as world and encounters  bhakti invocations such as ma (mother) hidden in the word mad!

Life, I stand on your bank’s edge, frightened of a
slip that might bring a struggle I could not win.
You flow by with no effort. I envy you.
You swirl as if some magic occurs within your darkest green
―  the colour of the elm’s fullness during twilight.
You flow forever, past. I have little to offer but
three silver coins and my hope that you will accept them
with my anguished prayers.
Let them sink through your swiftness to your stillness.
Let them join others’ gifts
to clothe your bed in a radiant coverlet you have earned.

The cobbled stones, awash by moon
The drunken laddies that sip and swoon.
To gaze upon the midnight beaut
Would parish ones will to that of Newts.

Thus lady’s hair does fall much like
A waterfall of pure moonlight.
With eyes of jewel and crystal light
Sets ones soul ablaze and heart, bright.

With opulent lips, does she possess
Such voice of tinkling bells distress.
With wisps of silver at loves cheeks
Gold flecks do twinkle at brows peek.

To tame such beauty is hopeless venture
Too many a drunk lad, sweet and tender.
To gaze upon midnights supple dream
Is to be more than merely heard, but seen.

The trees are pathways
The sky is my sea
The rain on the sill is my freedom
I am a ghost here
Though I never died
I'm a phantom of who I once was
A memory of a girl
But the rivers, lakes, and roads
The rushing sound of the ground underway
The rumble of thunder
The soft scratch of snow
Pressed under sodden boots
The heat of the sun
Wrapped warmly around my cheeks
All of these things
They're inches away
My heart sings a woeful tune for them
A longing and desperate song
The need filling me to the brim
The need to feel the salt water in my veins
The mountain air in my lungs
The soil staining my skin
To hear the earth
Living
Breathing
Consuming
To let the fires burn
And the storms rage
To watch the mighty heart of nature
Shake us to the core
When the wolves howl
I also cry out
When the wind whistles
I also start to breathe
The wild calls to me like an old friend
A love so old
Unable to be shaken
So confident
In the way it caresses my soul
I long to succumb to its embrace
To fold myself in blankets of ferns
Or blossoms
Or roots
I long to hear her whispering
To return to the girl I used to be
I yearn for the power of her presence
The vitality of her that lives in my soul
For the breath of life
That she grows at the tips of her fingers
I am her child and though I am lost
I have not forgotten
That her rivers run through me
And the water will one day
Call me home

At danu's spring, he licked his wings, and prepped his mind to soar,
but foresworn maid, with lowly heart he bade, goodye forevermore.
What wrath had she? She turned her cheek. No bitterness to behold.
He sought only luxury, she cared only for her sheep - thus love, it's cards did fold.

This one should ruffle a few feathers...
(think of it as a rant of righteous indignation)


   you'll have to pardon my pragmatism but the Bible teaches about two kinds of people, sinners and sinners who are saved.

   God never "said" I Love you and if you believe that Jesus was the son of God, died, rose again and through Him we have eternal life then the rest is up for conjecture.

i believe we are all poor examples of the gospel

                          prove me wrong

               "pride cometh before the fall"

   Yeah there's those who walk a tighter rope but the rest of us just hope the net doesn't break when we lose balance and collapse from the weight of our own worlds.

  Ever pondered the thought that Lucifer never asked to be here either?

   Speaking of, how bout those Fallen huh
    
   ✵ Irin We-Qadishin
                                                     ­         {YHWH}

   ✵ Anunnaki
                                                        ­        {Anu}

   ✵ Devas
                                                           ­  {Brahma}

   ✵ Greek/Roman "mythology"
                                                     ­         {Chaos}

   ✵Tuatha Danann
                                                          ­     {Danu}

   ✵ Fankuang Tzu
                                                             ­   {Tien}

  Lemme know once you see the connection.

And since we're on the subject of our humble beginnings...

It was a literal 6 days, how do i know?

"Adam was 120 years old when he begat Seth"

And don't even get me started on the flood.

If you cannot believe the first book then the next 65 are just bedtime stories.

     Here's one, how long have we been here?

                5783 years (give or take)

                             Want proof?

Read the Bible again, only focusing on chronologies,
Matthew 1:17 is a good start, you can pick your version, even king james had to rely on the Masoretic text.

(you'll have to read some of the Apocrypha to fill in the 400 year gap between testaments

How 'bout a stroll around the lake?
ya know, the place where Hell goes
(as if it wasn't bad enough)
  Now thump on that and bite your tongue if an interpreter isn't present.

See there's only 3 kinds of sin:
(why were we born into it?...epigenetics)

- The unforgivable.

-  The breaking of the 2 commandments.    
(Which Christ was so kind enough to reduce from 10)

- and the ones man has laid at humanities unwashed feet.

*here's just one example

"You shall not make gashes in your flesh for the dead, or incise any marks on yourselves.”

(It was ritual bloodletting)
Yeah but thats old testament right?

   By the way did you know the word tattoo wasn't introduced into the Bible until 1914 AD.

Which leads me to this.

   "He saith unto them, Moses because of the hardness of your hearts suffered you to put away your wives: but from the beginning it was not so."

Read it again, did you notice?
That's a dangerous precedent.

   And stop with the "trials of Job" first world Christian privilege problems already.

Now if preachers preach and teachers teach then why are they still standing in the pulpit?

   And for all those propagating prosperity.
                      you have your reward.

   Now you can see a few of the reasons why i choose not to proselytise, why would i drag someone into a burning building?

  For all the newbies to the fold, if you have any questions, ask God, because nobody here seems to agree.

  And im gonna save myself the trouble of having to reply to any of those who's shadows have betrayed them.

you are angered.

but not with me.

go seek your peace.

And cast your stones elsewhere.