Poem/Song/Hymn?

[Raoulfrkannon]

Hi everyone,

I think my last post was over a year ago now. Not that it matters so much because I never made many anyway, but I certainly needed to work a lot of stuff out of my system. I remember in my introductory post saying that Buddhism wasn't a sacred cow of mine. Well... Can ya guess what???

I have learned, and consolidated, and released much, and apparently one of the results is the free-flowing into me just a few minutes ago the poem I'm sharing below. I believe it may be nice sung. Even though I really have built no relationships with anyone here, I thank you all for being the only people with whom I feel I can share it with.

Holy is the nameless one
Which through our names is known.
Are we only divisions,
Emanations from Its throne.

This seat of all existences
Exists not itself,
Yet neither does it not exist -
O source of heaven and hell!

Balanced is it by this earth,
This counterweight to thought,
Out of which our flesh is made,
And every world is wrought.

But by delusion do we fall
Into this great reflection,
Submerged in time our hearts to swell
With longing for elation.

Yet down sink we into its thrall,
How heavy is desire!
And into darkness are we lost,
Eternity to tire.

Yet ever is the air above
Awaiting our return;
For those with strength to swim upward
The Light forever burns.

And with our gravity’s release
Our clinging tapers off,
‘Til eyes accustomed to this sea
Unto the sky bear forth.

And turning to the friends with whom
We broke above the surface,
Unblurred by darkened medium now,
Will sing we with true voices.

 

[BHelmet]

I am a tough customer but I gotta say, great job!!

 

[loreta]

Very beautiful poem.

 

[PERLOU]

Merci pour votre partage apprécié...

Thank you for your appreciated sharing...

 

[Raoulfrkannon]

To the Dark Night of the Soul

Only in the depths of darkness
Is that light unmanifest made clear,
For in the height of noonday sun
Thoughts of disunity appear.

For the sun it kisses every face
The radiant and the scorned,
And into mere appearance
Is our soul’s judgement borne.

And thus the incarnation of what’s bright
Can be to us a sword -
Of wisdom in discernment,
Or of communion forsworn.

So while the sun is beautiful
Its warmth the source of lives,
The mind must sometimes go into
Such caves devoid of light.

For in that utter darkness
Does it learn to see past sight,
For there not even shadows
Flicker for us to fight.

Despair and desolation
As the hues of endless night,
But when we stare into abyss
It’s there reflects our mind.

For even in the darkest place
Is not the darkness still so clear?
Appearing in the mirror ground
Of awareness always here.

And this is what we truly are
The space, the sea and sky,
Through which that sun does come and go:
The centre free of time.