The Word made Flesh

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Where did the music go

What does the poet do when the Song goes silent

He must wait and listen

There are empty spaces in all compositions

A foundation of silence, of stillness, which makes all else possible

Without the empty still spaces movement is random and vibration noise

Is is not a horrible thing

There is no reason to be afraid

Only wait and listen for Her cadence, Her rhythm

That is your Soul’s Groove silly forgetful man

She will return again as She wills

She is not a creature tamed and trained to do tricks for others

She is alive and wild like the wind

When She moves raise your sails and let Her fill them with Her

Ride the storms of Her, feel the touch of Her cooling breezes on your skin

When She is quiet you are not abandoned, it is only a punctuation before the next Word waiting to be spoken

When She is still remember that even your breath is filled with Her

In Her you live and move and have your being

She has stirred and taught and moved and awakened your sleeping Self

The inner world has grown and now awaits the poet’s action

Her stillness is a signal that there is Outer work to be completed, a new balance to be discovered

She moves at the will of the Creator continually calling forth the intention of you

A new creation, a path in the wilderness, a spring in the desert manifest on the material plane, awaits

The Outer life can be a trap and a trick, but so too can the labyrinth of the Inner

Her rhythm seeks harmony and balance, consonance

Her movement calls you in, Her stillness sends you out

It is never either/or but Both

The Word spoken from before the foundations seeks It’s incarnation in you

 

26 thoughts on “The Word made Flesh”

  2. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature

    Every line, every image, I love. Thank you. I felt every word.

  4. Thrice I have come in to speak, and have lost it two time prior, perhaps by not waiting, not listening, not following the germination of thought.
    Shall I believe it was not meant to be said? Nay. I shall just say it more plainly.

    When you speak of such things as:

    “There are empty spaces in all compositions

    A foundation of silence, of stillness, which makes all else possible
    Without the empty still spaces movement is random and vibration noise
    It is not a horrible thing”

    Does this not speak to a caesura? A pause, an accent, if you will? which leads me back to what you had said not a week ago:

    “New awareness is finally breaking the old making room for what is not, yet” as you spoke of ‘Mountains nor Molehills.’ I feel a connection. In fact, I am seeing how all these previous thoughts, are leading one to the other, but need that space between.

    And I see that the ‘Kingdom of Both’ has come in again,

    “It is never either/or but Both.”

    I shall stay awhile, and dream of having found the lost chord.

    • “I feel a connection. In fact, I am seeing how all these previous thoughts, are leading one to the other, but need that space between.”

      Yes! That’s exactly what I meant by your poetry moving into a whole different realm. I think, perhaps, it could be called POETOLOGY.

  6. This is what happens when you go so quiet. You compose your own soul music. “When She is quiet you are not abandoned, it is only a punctuation between the next Word waiting to be spoken.” THAT is SO beautiful… And so you.

    “She moves at the will of the Creator continually calling forth the intention of you. A new creation, a path in the wilderness, a spring in the desert manifest on the material plane awaits…”

    I NEED that spring… Though you couldn’t know, this addresses my comment on Old Woods. (The other blog I used to use was called Wellsprings and Dragonfly Wings.) That would have really spoken to me and lifted my spirits had I only read it before getting off here this morning. I guess we need to have a little discussion about what it means to have intentions. I used to see the word used in lists in the bulletin at St. Joseph’s when Bran was cantering there, but I was never quite sure what it meant as they used it. I’m guessing it’s the same thing you are saying.

    THIS kind of poetry of yours moves into a whole different realm from my perspective.

  7. The final line is an eloquent and appropriate ending–“The Word spoken from before the foundations seeks It’s incarnation in you.” It holds truth to the belief that there is God in all of us.

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