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| 27 May 2009 01:10:54 am |
 Strang Music Dancing Us |
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Strange Music Dancing Us
Is it not some
Strange music
That dances us to and fro?
What tide of Heaven
Or Hell, compels us so?
Tis not some God
Who wills it So..
But Life Dancing Itself
With Us!
Yield or Yell
That Too
The Notes
Of it's Song..
With our Voices
Our Flesh,
Our Tears,
Our Smiles..
Without This Song
Death Do Come
And Soon!
S.Alari
December 11, 2000 |
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Category : All of it is making me up
| By : Stanley |  Comments [201] |  Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 01:05:43 am |
| To Joey |
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To Joey
In all this world
I've seen many things
All manor of colors
of texture
Of Song
Of Humanity
Yet, In all this
No thing
No Sound
No Song
No Other
Like You,
And So
Like Yesterday
And Tomorrow to Come
I am Here
You are Here
It is Enough..
S. Alari
December 19, 2000 |
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Category : Love
| By : Stanley | Comments [211] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 01:01:10 am |
| Drink Thy Cup |
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Drink Thy Cup
Oh, he that is master of the ship
That watches the stream of Life
That carries the ship to and fro
On the current of the days moments..
Tis true, we all are at sea
In the weather and tides
Of It’s Mysteries..
No one knows what’s coming
Yet surely we know it does
What to do about it?
Why, nothing but tack
In It’s winds
And rest in it’s wonder
And tumult of it..
I would have the daily courage
To sit at the seashore of myself,
And dive into every wave whether
Killer rouge or lovely lapping Kiss
If I would dare to drink
From the tides of my inner Sea
Well, I cannot tell that tale
Having little commerce
With that purpose...
And, yet, I speak of it
As if speaking..were doing..
And, though mortal
Still I be..
While posturing mighty deeds
That might have been..
For truly, the architect
Of this flesh
And what passes for Will..
Tis not!
I am but a manikin
Following orders and urges
Captained from the interior
Which informs me not
Of it’s plan or Will..
And, so it is with
All others
All Directed Players
By unseen strings]
Pulled To and Fro..
Almost seamless
Yet, in the helplessness
Of it...
The Authors seen..
For what they are...
Mysteries...directing..
Mysteries....
S. Alari |
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Category : On the promise of life
| By : Stanley | Comments [168] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 12:59:31 am |
| Sitting In A Bowl Of Silence |
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I Sit In A Bowl Of Silence
I sit in my bowl of silence
The silence ...is full..
Words that want..
Rest
The fullness..that is
Before knowledge
Now..Open..Drinking
In the silence
The fish...sees..
The Sea..
And..
Is..The Sea...
Questions..bring
The folly of answers
Now..is everything..
That tomorrow
Yearns for..
When words come
I forget..
I am the knowing
That comes
Before words...Yearned...
I...am...before..
Remembering.
S. Alari |
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Category : The mystery of being
| By : Stanley | Comments [136] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 12:57:43 am |
| The Thrall Of Song |
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The Thrall Of Song
(On The Joy of Singing & Creating!)
Singing....Cresting Waves...of Soul...
A Vulnerability..Unfastened..Pouring Forth..
Cascading Notes...Of One’s Own True Voice..
Unrestrained By..Mores..And The Chains Of Safety..
And,
When, In The Thrall...In The Thral..
Of Having Lived..In Voice..I Rest..Still Shaken..
My Core..Still Trembling..
I, Dazed..In Wonder...And Awe..
At The Power...And The Glory Of It!
Some...I...Only Met...
Only Witnessed As It Roars!
Like Creations River!.. Out! And Through Me!
A Shaken Natilus..Evoking Music..
From The Magic Interior Crucible!
Afraid? No!
That Singing God’s Song May Be!
In The Canyons, Deep Of Us..
The One Song, Crafted For Us Alone!
Some Leaden Door.. Imprisons That Gift!
Till, The Time, Like Mustard Seed..
Bursts Like Summer Fruit Upon The Vine
Of Each Soul’s Tree!
Oh, Let It Be Me!
Lure And Lull My Mind To Safety’s Sleep
That I May Hear God’s Song
For Me To Sing!
Each Of Us A Lazurus..
Awaits Life’s Tender Birthing Kiss!
To Rise! To Wake! To Sing! To Write!
In Truth, We Are..Each Other’s Creations Gift!
Oh, Tarry Not!
Throw Thyself Neath Creation’s Wheel!
Thy Gifts Will Carve Thee!
And Know The Name
Creation Has For Thee!
In The Music Of That Calling,
Heard In The Chambers Of Thy Heart
Trembling You..Calling Your Name!
Songs From Home To Remember!
The Child, That You, You Knew
Still Here!..Still Treading Lightly
In Your Heavy Shoes!
Can You Come Out And Play!
That Prayer, Still Remembered!
Who Holds The Key! Before The Shadow
Calls Your Name, And Not To Play!
All Ye, All Ye, In Free!
And, When The Muse Has Used Thee
To It’s Purpose..
Behold...In The Mountains Of Thy Ashes..
Old Safety’s Self...
And Behold, In The Fire Of It
Becomed!...A Light Upon The Mountain!
The Truth Of It, Witnessed,
Proofed..In Glowing Astonished Faces!
And By The Unspeakable
Honey In Thy Blood!
And In That Flight..
See Thy Safety Lights Below...
Safety, Shutters...Chains thy Name!
Prudence..A Silence To Keep
Thy Name From Thee!
So, Drop Thy Chains
To Earth At Last!
In The Burning..
That Is Trust..
Thy Thrall...Thy Song...Thy Name!!
S. Alari
1992 |
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Category : On the promise of life
| By : Stanley | Comments [152] | Trackbacks [0] |
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