Night Writing

Part 1

seems i went to bed hours ago
hours and hours
but it wasn't hours
just seems like a long time

laying there drifting between sleep and wake
i hear my words to you
they seem clear in moments like that
between sleep and wake

and while i speak i see
i walk down a sidewalk
i'm thinking to myself that its more a matter of meandering
having no specified destination
merely traveling along the side of the road
but not a busy road
not a dark road
not a light or day road
just a road and just a sidewalk

to the left and the right are wild flowers
pink and blue and yellow
i think of how they sprouted there
all by themselves
they weren't sewn by human hands
they weren't cultivated
noone pulls the weeds that grow between them
and they don't seem to mind much

no roses or gardenia bushes
no pansies or tulips
just simple flowers

i look up and in contrast i see the winter branches
the trees have shed their leaves
and the bareness of them is striking

i think about the contrast of seasons
and two seasons existing simultaneously

i still listening to my conversation with you
some discourse
as if only just one more attempt
and i might be able to explain
or as if at last i might understand
if only i could ask the question properly
if only i could accept your answer
but that is the problem isn't it
the root of it
my inability to accept changes and losses
my inability to move past things that only i know are there
obstacles i can't manage to navigate well enough

and the image changes
and it shifts
vibratory
as often is the case
and i'm in a basement
yet more as an observer only

a woman in a rocking chair
her hair tied up in a scarf

© Rachelle
Some time in March 2011

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Goofing Around

I've updated my playlist, which you can see by scrolling down a bit, and also added some photos and links related to Kosckiusko County and Syracuse Indiana. Enjoy.

A Quote from Rumi

I've always loved Rumi's poetry and a lot of Sufi poetry in general so I thought I'd share a quote for today.

In this narrow cage, your soul has long trembeld,
The bird from heaven drops to the earth,
Its lament will eventually open the door of mercy.
Beat your wings against the door and against the roof; this is the key.

Diwan- Ode 791

Poems by Rumi

The Ignorance of Man

Not for the willful ignorance of man alone, but as well with failed concern does he, of himself, strive for supremacy over the other. Not in God-given respect of role but rather substantive conceit born from a fear of his own scantiness.

Though it may be that all are unyielding to the recognition of our callowness the moment we gain awareness of the responsibility that comes with knowledge, it is nowhere more evident than in the self-made gods of earth. Desirous of an office they have not qualified themselves to fill, they are reduced to mere bandits, plundering the gentler spirit of whatever semblance may be seen of her appraisal.

Should we wonder then at her stock of arms or the underpinnings of her stronghold? Or at the quickness with which she calls forth her guard? Were there greater safety behind the walls of any other will she not seek it there? And seek she does. Yet no parapet is found open to her save the one she constructs. Though lowly and perhaps artless - lacking the brawn of counterparts - it serves still to shelter, even when the habiliments become, at moments, entangling. And therein lies that great dilemma for which a suitable solution remains ever elusive.

The neglectful denial of commission results then in abdication. Unable to acquire that which, by other means, would be duly his, the province he seeks remains always unachievable. Were it not for hardened ineptness, he might reign as king. But what subject desires to be ruled by one who cannot rule himself? Will she not, upon a time, strive to secure her own ascendancy? And not of herself alone, but also field and mote, and armor and various ranks of guards?

However unseemly may be the wars waged over such affairs, should we look upon them with astonishment? It is no more or less an inherent outcome of his own willful ignorance, and is therefore no matter of the unexplainable, but rather the result of neglect and adjourned obligation.

© Rachelle

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Collective Soul

Overseas through the air
Touched your heart down with care
All the thoughts left behind
Soon will catch you in time
Well, if I could, you know I would
Let salvation reign on you
So, won't you push away
All this pain that you've been through

Yeah, Sister don't cry
Sister don't cry no more
Sister don't cry anymore

While the scenes shuffle 'round
Let your world anchor down
Pull your heart from your sleeve
First react then believe
You won't always get thunder
To warn you of storms ahead
So bury all this pain
And get on with your life again

Conquer some serenity
Lay yourself in field of poetry
Close you eyes to all you see
Lay your weary head here with me

Should I thirst for knowledge
Can I beg you for some water
Should I fight your battles
Can I rest upon your shoulders
I hope I'm able to ride out this storm
So come on Gabriel and blow your horn

Reach, Reach out to me
Can't you see I need you to save me
Yeah, Reach, Reach out to me
Can't you see I need you to hold me

Should I beg for mercy
Can I be the one you treasure
Should I question knowledge
Can I have all of your answers
I hope I'm able to find love today
Can I ask you to light my way

Reach, Reach out to me
Can't you see I need you to guide me
Yeah, Reach, Reach out to me
Can't you see I need you to love me

Take me out of these walls
Take me somewhere I can see
Take me away from it all
Please just reach out to me

Repeat

From a few years back.

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A Song from the Heart

sons and daughters of the most high, may his love and mercy be yet a cover unto you, until the time has come when you rest your heads 'gainst the bosom of your redeemer. for he has given all for you, by his sweat and blood. for your sake he contains his wrath, but for a time, until it will be poured out upon his enemies. and you will approve judgement over those angels which have been persecutors unto you. and the song of victory and of the lamb you will sing, and be adorned more beautifully than the lilies. for this were you created. for this chosen and sealed from before creation. his own. his beloved, who desire him, and for whom all things are performed.

arise, you daughters. cry out, you sons. call unto the lord that he will make haste. give account unto him who created the stars in heaven that you might have but a glimpse of the splendors that await you, when the veil shall be removed and you shall see colors more splendid than all the jewels of earth and you will walk amidst them and upon them. his beloved, who desire him, and for whom all things are created so that he may delight in your pleasure, and you in his, forever.

© Rachelle