I have recently been experimenting with poetry, namely slam poetry. I will submit them as they arise.
Like Wind Through Bamboo
Held in the silence of words- like wind through bamboo- the drumskin taut with anticipation-
Notes sung true- they penetrate bone only when this mouth is closed.
Can I understand my place without syllables and street signs?
Can I go beyond rigid syntax and diction?
God is not to be found in verbs and nouns, but in the spaces between the sounds. Yes! The spaces between the sounds- the bardo- the in-between- where things break down and God is seen.
Hold in your mind the greatest, largest, most powerful thing you can imagine. Now multiply that by the highest number you can imagine- and you begin to approach true silence. Like wind through bamboo and truth held in the silence of words.
We all wait for ourselves out beyond the reach of clumsy and cumbersome ego speech. So forge the wisdom-sword that I may cut through this tangle-reason-strangle. Set free this single one to join the uncountable all that vibrates throughout...raw...so raw...primordial awe...
OM........the one sound free-found...
Om resounds bound down deep underground- deep in my eyes and ears and heart-pound. Pounding, unsounding- setting free, alighting me...to the All...the silent All...the full-filled, bursting, overstuffed, quiet All.
May I surrender to you, melt into you, be ripped apart and killed by you. May this fleeting soul be blown by you- like wind...every flowing...through bamboo.
Notes sung true- they penetrate bone only when this mouth is closed.
Can I understand my place without syllables and street signs?
Can I go beyond rigid syntax and diction?
God is not to be found in verbs and nouns, but in the spaces between the sounds. Yes! The spaces between the sounds- the bardo- the in-between- where things break down and God is seen.
Hold in your mind the greatest, largest, most powerful thing you can imagine. Now multiply that by the highest number you can imagine- and you begin to approach true silence. Like wind through bamboo and truth held in the silence of words.
We all wait for ourselves out beyond the reach of clumsy and cumbersome ego speech. So forge the wisdom-sword that I may cut through this tangle-reason-strangle. Set free this single one to join the uncountable all that vibrates throughout...raw...so raw...primordial awe...
OM........the one sound free-found...
Om resounds bound down deep underground- deep in my eyes and ears and heart-pound. Pounding, unsounding- setting free, alighting me...to the All...the silent All...the full-filled, bursting, overstuffed, quiet All.
May I surrender to you, melt into you, be ripped apart and killed by you. May this fleeting soul be blown by you- like wind...every flowing...through bamboo.
2 comments:
Justin,
Your poetry is incredible. The images are fantastic. It reminds me of Saul's poetry, but also slightly different, although I haven't read any beyond 'She' and the one song you put on the hip-hop mix. But it reminds me of the spoken word song...and it's just really beautiful.
Speaking of the hip hop mix, Fran took my car one day, and it was playing, and he fell in love with it. So much so that I gave him a copy. Funny, eh? Your ability to compule brilliant mix cd's touches the hearts of many.
Namaste!
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(yes, grammar does mean that much to me) haha.
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