On The Last Day

[NikolaiI]

Let the sunlight shine on me.
How it reminds me of my true nature-
Cosmic, angelic, unborn, a being out of time.
The great crystal diamond vehicle in my eyes,
I ride a Blue dragon, in a flight of several,
While unborn presences merge with my mind,
Whispering, chanting, "Eternal."

It was the beginning of the last day,
And the sun was in a special way.
Flowers rose and starlight fell,
And unseen presences filled the air.
The murmur of the great dragon filled the sky,
And the earth was the groundstuff of his mind,
And the wind whispered the chanted word, "Eternal."

Life holds close her sister Breath,
And sister Breath holds Life for warmth.
Life, the whore we drag through muddy streets,
And Breath the jackal abused that hides at night.

[NikolaiI]

How beautiful is Life,
Life and her sister Breath!
One sailing out past distant waters,
Impossible to see from the shore,
An ancient Goddess, she rides the waves like a queen,
The sunlight refracting in her diamond crown,
And shattering upon the waves in the soft distance.
Her sister holds her close, as they speed through the cosmos.
A particle falls across the Earth, bathing it in blue light;
While its denizens blame the mother as cold and distance,
Elusive, like a dream.

[jon1jt]

Both pieces lean toward philosophical and abstract. I sense a striving to capture the true essence of things, but with that comes a strain in your writing voice. You laid down some nice lines, my favorite stanza coming from the first poem, which I think has a different beat going altogether.


Life holds close her sister Breath,
And sister Breath holds Life for warmth.
Life, the whore we drag through muddy streets,
And Breath the jackal abused that hides at night.

Nice work, Nik

[NikolaiI]

Thank you Jon.

[NikolaiI]

The light snow floats across
the road, and it reminds
me of you, and of peace,
and how slowly my mind
turns. Lowe's stands blue
below the grey, and the
soft swinging guitar chords
are liberating in the heart-mind.

[thechampion]

pretty effing good. I really like "while the denizens blame the mother as cold and distance". Really solid stuff, good job.

[NikolaiI]

Thank you very much!!

[amanda_isabel]

:) great job. i haven't read one of those poems where there were direct personifications (if you get what I mean) of elements, so i guess this is just for me, but your use of Life and Breath was really refreshing, and when mixed with your pretty verses, they were enchanting :)

[NikolaiI]

Thank you! I am so happy you liked my poems. That's the only reason I write, to make myself and others happy.
Anyway, I will plainly admit I stole those lines from Shelley's wonderful poem "The Daemon of the World" which begins:

How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!
One pale as yonder wan and horned moon,
With lips of lurid blue,
The other glowing like the vital morn, 5
When throned on ocean's wave
It breathes over the world:
Yet both so passing strange and wonderful!

And then the poem goes on and on for pages. Unfortunately mine's much shorter! But my goal is to write something as beautiful as Shelley's work.

[Pendragon]

knowing personally as I do Nik, the poems are good, it is the subject matter that gives me pause. As a true friend to whom your breath is precious enough to bottle and your life worth more than my own, you would PM me if you were in trouble again, would you not, for your sake and for mine?

Pen

[ampoule]

The light snow floats across
the road, and it reminds
me of you, and of peace,
and how slowly my mind
turns. Lowe's stands blue
below the grey, and the
soft swinging guitar chords
are liberating in the heart-mind.

I love this, all of them really.

[NikolaiI]

knowing personally as I do Nik, the poems are good, it is the subject matter that gives me pause. As a true friend to whom your breath is precious enough to bottle and your life worth more than my own, you would PM me if you were in trouble again, would you not, for your sake and for mine?

Pen

Yes, I shall! But I'm confused even reading them over now why you thought there was reason to be concerned. The first poem-- the 18 lines-- was supposed to be the synthesis of a vision I had of the eternal, of my own nature; which must be the same as all of us, and I saw how my nature was unborn and eternal. I saw things outside of all duality as well as time--- There is no now!!!!! It was so incredible, so, so, so, so, soooo incredible. Such a shift of paradigm! Yet I don't truly see why Jon said the voice is strained, it doesn't seem so to me, but that's no matter. Anywho, how much more at peace would we be if we always saw the true nature of things...

Anyhow, thank you very much.

[note; the Blue dragon mentioned is a reference or related to a verse by Mila...let me see if I can find it...it begins

"I bow to the feet of Marpa, best of men,
Inseparable from great Vajradhara.
Pray direct me, your mind undeflected
From the state of changeless reality.

You, ascetic of U, visiting from the lowlands,
Seek out yogi Mila for teachings.
Understand, then, this explanation!

In the three spring months when the king of warmth appears
And the elements of heat and cold contend,
The sound "ur-ur" reverberates in the sky,
And is called Blue Dragon.

Though name and fame are great,
When his real form is encountered,
He has large mouth, thin neck, long tail.

Though name and form don't agree,
His voice is considered most auspicious.
Thus he's called great dragon of the sky,
Divider of summer and winter,
And pearl of timely rainfall.
Understand this is a great wonder!..."

--From a song Mila sang to a yogi who had come to him, seeking him.]



I love this, all of them really.

Thanks!!!!! :p :p

[blazeofglory]

Let the sunlight shine on me.
How it reminds me of my true nature-
Cosmic, angelic, unborn, a being out of time.
The great crystal diamond vehicle in my eyes,
I ride a Blue dragon, in a flight of several,
While unborn presences merge with my mind,
Whispering, chanting, "Eternal."

It was the beginning of the last day,
And the sun was in a special way.
Flowers rose and starlight fell,
And unseen presences filled the air.
The murmur of the great dragon filled the sky,
And the earth was the groundstuff of his mind,
And the wind whispered the chanted word, "Eternal."

Life holds close her sister Breath,
And sister Breath holds Life for warmth.
Life, the whore we drag through muddy streets,
And Breath the jackal abused that hides at night.

Nikolai, your poems remind me of Vedic hymns for they bear a significance resemblance. In your poem you have very beautifully mentioned how natural bodies affect or shape the way we are and think and in the same way in the Vedas there are mentions of how the Sun and other celestial bodies affect earthlings.