Renga - Tick And Talk...

Tick And Talk



clocks tick and talk

while life moves on

give like the sun

receive like the rain

smile with the earth

flowered one night stand

bees a little too drunk

cool morning breeze

birds rejoice in the trees

singing with relief

smile feels good

this is so much fun

I have high hopes

of gaining a buddha gaze

on the other hand

life is a test drive

enjoy the ride

love to be alive

check out of the mental
live to be love

reside in the depths

driving test

what if the sun

one day rose in the west

confusion at best

when you stop resisting

all confusion ends

I am walking

the endless labyrinth

of my mind

words like grass

grow so easily

laughter

celebrating silence

ha ha ha

colorful tones

all of life to tell

blazing color

flickering fire bright

golden blue and white

sing songs of gratitude

universal kindness

take with you

only that which needs not

to be carried

there is a body

between these breaths

between two bodies

there is a shared breath

the breath of love

maybe we fall in love

then pretend we never met

as sunlight tracks

across the pregnant land
ready for harvest

join the dance

time to play is now

to give or to get

are one and the same

all in the game

divine comedy

cosmic giggles ripple

even the best

you find, cannot be best

all of the time

life is a riddle

filled with secret rhymes

I am that I am
and all that I am is that which
I am that I am


and I am is what 

makes me tick and talk

Photos&Text©2012Shauniel

Haiku - Exit...

Haiku surrounds me

Undulates through my fingers

To exit my pen 

Photo&Text©2012Shauniel

Finally - A Post! Thursday September 06, 2012

Good Morning Morning - I love you. Good Morning dear readers, I love you too!

Came across this interesting page about the Gaelic wisdom tradition and the importance of poetry. The Wise Ones  were known by the natural poetry that flowed through them from the Well of Wisdom deep inside. Of course, they were speaking about the Absolute, the Source, the Unified Field of All Possibilities. Enjoy!

Mara Freeman is the author and below is an excerpt and a link to the original article: 
http://www.chalicecentre.net/salmon.htm

... Celtic Nature poets evoke a participation with life where all the senses are involved. We who have banished ourselves from the rich banquet of the natural world, preferring the empty calories of "virtual" realities and consumer items, can sense how it must have felt to our ancestors to be satisfied by the natural abundance of things:

Ale with herbs, a dish of strawberries
Of good taste and colour,
Haws berries of the juniper,
Sloes, nuts.
When brilliant summer-time spreads its coloured mantle,
Sweet-tasting fragrance!
Pignuts, wild marjoram, green leeks,
Verdant pureness.
Swarms of bees and chafers, the little musicians of the world,
A gentle chorus:
Wild geese and ducks, shortly before summer's end,
The music of the dark torrent.


The vividness of the imagery recalls Blake's famous phrase: "If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite." And indeed, in the pagan Celtic wisdom tradition, poetry was regarded as a central skill of the [true] seer and mystic.

According to the old tales, the poet-seer received divine illumination by eating a sacred substance from Earth's body: most often the Salmon of Wisdom that come from the well at the heart of the Otherworld. When Finn mac Cumaill, the famous warrior-seer, eats of the Salmon by the banks of the River Boyne and becomes enlightened, the first words he utters are a paean of praise to the month of May, as if the taking-in of the magical fish has opened his eyes to the wonder of the world:

May-time, fair season, perfect is its aspect then; blackbirds sing a full song...


In every poem, the poet's relationship with the natural world is specific and intimate. In the 20th century we tend to talk about trees, not to them, or we may expand our consciousness so far as to "hug a tree." But in the following poem, the poet addresses individual animals, plants and trees revealing an authentic I-Thou relationship with each:

Little antlered one, little belling one, melodious little bleater, sweet I think the lowing that you make in the glen...
Blackthorn, little thorny one, black little sloe-bush; watercress, little green-topped one, on the brink of the blackbird's well....
Apple-tree, little apple-tree, violently everyone shakes you; rowan, little berried one, lovely is your bloom....

The personal life of the poet is hardly mentioned in these poems. Only occasionally do we get a touching glimpse of a few domestic details, and then only in the poems about winter when the poet is confined inside:

"Cosy is our pot on its hook," begins one verse of a poem known as Winter Cold, but this line is only put in to contrast with the plight of wild animals:
The wolves of Cuan Wood get
Neither rest nor sleep in their lair,
The little wren cannot find
Shelter in her nest on the slope of Lon.

The scarcity of details of the individual life highlight its relative insignificance compared to the huge drama being enacted outside. The poet makes himself transparent so that he can relate to Nature from a deeper level. The German poet Novalis called this place "the seat of the soul" which he located as "where the inner world and the outer world meet, and where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap." ...