Ecstatic image “Wisdom of The Ages” by: Autumn Sky
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We are infinite beings
ever reawaking slowly
from an eternal place
our ultimate coming to “be”
unknown to us as any mystery
as gradually we open to our identity
like the waxing of an eternal moon
evolving to its fullness
our essence forever an enigma
our awareness dawns
like the gradual rising
of a fresh-born sun
the ultimate unveiling
of yet another eternal path
of the infinite many
we feel the substance of our emergence
as it flows effortlessly
into timelessness
it courses through our beings
as our essential lifeblood
as we become
what we have always been
immortal
spiraling upward
to become further
as always
it is in this ever becoming
that we see
we are infinite beings
part of an infinite whole
conscious in this ever-moment
dreaming to sustain the moment
eternally
so move boldly through this plane
be not anchored by expectations
remain ever filled with wonder
always open to the unbelievable
as this thread of the continuum
unfurls
unfolding splendid miracles
may further be it so
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
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rob kistner © 2019
revised © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
~ RELAX ~ OPEN ~ LISTEN ~ FEEL ~ BE ~
Infinite beings reawakening slowly….how wonderful. This is a beautiful poem, Rob.
Thank you Sherry. I appreciate your kind words. This is how I love to write. My creative writing mind flows best when I work outside of forms, because it is the unrestrained thoughts, the free verbal visions I want to release. “Want” is probably too mild an expression… I “need” to release, in order to touch my bliss, to find my enlightenment, to uncover my purest sanity. I approach my truest writing like jazz. I riff words, phrases, expressions, thoughts, and keep molding them until what gets revealed is a genuine insight – a kind of “truth” from outside myself, the way a jazz musician searches the notes, and tones, and tempos, and measures, until they find an authentic groove that, as it unfolds, becomes profoundly correct. That is how I acheive my ecstatic satisfaction in writing. Chasing a form is a dull, dry well for me.
It sounds like your process takes you deep – and lifts you high. How cool.
I love it Sherry. It can be exhausting, sometimes frustrating, but mostly wonderfully enlivening!
Yes, we are all in the process of becoming and are unfolding……into what we already are, but don’t know it. It is wonderful when one’s truth is revealed and when one can write it out so beautifully.
Thank you Mary, I am pleased you liked this. I love writing ecstatically! What usually gets revealed are deep insights, perspectives I had not encoutered previously. They may not be truths absolute, but rather truths as mileposts, direction indicators. I have come to the understanding that we are always evolving, from energy to energy. I have also come to a perspective that there is yin energy and yang energy, and that we share both, necessary to be balanced – but perhaps some are drawn from, and drawn to, one or the other as their primary. Which perhaps sheds light on the observation as some being dark entities, some being light entities. Necessary for the balance of life, for the night and day, the hot and cold, the positive and negative. The action of this interplay generates the ongoing evolution. And perhaps one is not meant to be the other ultimately, but to pass through to the next phase to become a refined combination of both, while manifesting a dominance of one or the other during the evolutionary process. It is the interplay of the two that is the energy of evolution that moves us through growth and the assimilation of one by the other, in an ever upward spiral, or onward journey, to an epiphonal point that opens onto aother plane of energy, with an entirely different form of being, and related awareness. As the law of conservation has postulated, and seems to prove in the thermodynamical observation of our physical world – energy is neither created nor destoyed, simply changed from one form to another. Energy is an eternal constant. It is not illogical to conclude that a similar reality might govern the metaphysical realm. We are energy, moving from one plane to another, with perhaps very different perspectives beyond each change point.
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Humans are forever evolving! This is such a gorgeously written poem, Rob 🙂
Thank you Sanaa! I touch abit on my observation of that evolution in my comment here to Mary.
“our awareness dawns
like the gradual rising
of a fresh-born sun”
Although you are writing from a stream of consciousness. The above proves to be one really lovely haiku
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Much?love
Wonderful observation gillena! Thank you for reading. I invite you to read my comment to Mary.
Beautiful poem–love the way each stanza floats & gives time for another breath. Also, “fresh-born sun” was a stunning image.
Thank you Chrissa, I am pleased this touched you… 🙂
as we become
what we have always been
we always have been only the cover ages on the novel…the novel always has been written…bkm
Running with your metaphor Barbara, my observations lead me to believe we are chapters in an eternal “booknees”, and we are constantly writing, rewriting, and editing our chapters – both consciously and subconsciously. Our chapter emerges from the evolving outline of the book and is absorbed into the whole of the book, as one of limitless many. In that, we are of the book, but we are not the book. That is a superficial expression of what is rooted deeply in my ever evolving perspective. Ironically, in the religion/god thing I see there has been an observation of the thread continuum, but only on a very surface level. Their conclusions are dramatically incomplete, and are way, way off the mark. Sort of how a child might try to describe the universe.
Which is why I consider myself a child of the Goddess.
Interesting perspective Shay. I can certainly understand that interpretation. The yin is the female mothering essence of the energy balance, and crucially necessary in the context of evolution of the thread continuum. The intuitive nurturing essence.
May it really be like this… but somehow I find myself being less wise than I want…. maybe there is an end to the endless.
Your expetience of being “less wise” Björn, may in fact be your inner sense that, as you are passing through, and soon out of your “personal identity” phase, you are expanding into an essence about which your individual, isolated understanding or comprehension may be less critical. You may be interpreting that phenomena as becoming less wise. You heard the colloquialism that, I paraphrase here, “the older we get the more we realize how little we know”. Its because we begin, each at different times and to fifferent degrees, to become aware of the infinitely vast energy, of which we are a very minuscule part, and into which we are to be absorbed. ~ PERHAPS ~ 🙂
Nice to revisit and see how I read it last time 🙂
A bit of flashbackin’ Bjorn… 🙂
Rob, thank you for your heartfelt comments on my blog. I responded to you there and am so sorry that happened to you. Hope you will go retrieve my comments, a bit too much to repeat here. Smiles.
Sorry I kinda went off Sherry, your piece touched a “still open” part of my heart.
Lovely poem Rob. Every day be begin again in our sesrch for awareness
Thank you Toni. Yes, each day we are evolving… 🙂
I love the freestyle way in which you wrote this. It keeps evolving as we do. Keeping my arms open to whatever may come.
Glad this resonated for you Sara, and remaining open to what may come is the best way to evolve. I prefer to consider this writing form “mindful spontaneity”, in which I keep my focus on a concept, (for this one it was a focus on becoming aware) but let the words flow as freely as I am able. None of us “know”, beyond the fact that we keep slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future… 🙂
…Bodhi Svaha
Bodhi Svaha… ZQ 🙂
Everything is connected, when we move… the world moves…
Yes, Magaly. The butterfly principle… BTW Magaly – I try to comment on your Blogger site, to tell you I enjoy your writing, but your comment section won’t let me verify my comments with my NAME, and my URL address.
The journey is about awakening and becoming all that one can be. To me it is about reaching beyond what the eyes can see to reach a higher consciousness to be one mind, body and spirit. Some days the road is easier than others but, I continue to strive to reach that place of full awakening.
You are writing from an inner place that knows no boundaries and needs to be set free.
We are always evolving True, and our path should be to let it happen as it happens. In the end, we reallly do not control it, and the journey should be one of balance and flow – peace, not resistance… 🙂
I believe in a continuum of miracles too. It’s a pity that there are people who allow their preconceptions of the word miracle interfere with their ability to wonder.
All of consciousness is a miracle Rommy! One needs but look out the window at the sun, the moon, the stars – or look at the trees, the plants, the flowers – or at all the living things… all miracles, and it makes me ever full of wonder! 🙂
“As we become what we have always been immortal!” I love this beautiful truth that flows through this glorious poem Rob! It matches perfectly with the art! Lovely and wise!
Thank you Carrie, I am so pleased this resonated for you! 🙂
Wonderful lines of poetry that cascade to a stunning close. Some really awesome writing in this.
Thank you Wendy, you are most gracious…! 🙂 This is my ecstatic writing, my favorite form of writing – because it is formless stream-of-consciousness. It doesn’t always find its path, but when it does, it is an exhilarating epiphany for me, because it is unfolding in front of me, like a message from someplace beyond, a voice separate from me.
It’s all a mystery to me. So much more going on than we can see. You tapped in.
This is my ecstatic writing Colleen, my favorite form of writing – because it is formless stream-of-consciousness. Perhaps even better to consider this writing form “mindful spontaneity”, in which I keep my focus on a concept, (for this one it was a focus on becoming aware) but let the words flow as freely as I am able. The poem reveals itself to me, unfolding eventually as I write. It took me several years of practice to get to the point where I could let it flow without my grabbing it and guiding it to some resolution I project in my conscious mind. To just stay away from preconceptions, to stay in the totally relaxed zen state, and just let it flow for however long it takes for all the words, phrases, and passages to travel their way through me. I know when no more writing is coming, because distraction creeps in and steals my focus. It is then I go back and clean up the static that came through with the message. The poem seems to edit itself, it is a sense of correctness that lets me know – yes, this is it. It is a challenging approach, but mysteriously satisfying. One of the truly eerie feelings comes the next day or so after, when I finally carefully read, objectively, what I wrote – but it’s a thrill! I would like to add that I am not always able to achieve the necessary zen state. I find when I have been pushing myself to write within the parameters of a rigid poetic form, I struggle to reconnect with my ecstatic writing. This is one of the biggest reasons I am not a fan of writing strict “form” poetry.
Great thoughts here. I like how it unfolds. I know as I get older, I move closer to my true self. I love “move boldly” and “remain ever filled with wonder” – which I think you do through your poetry.
Thank you Richard, thank you very much. I try to stay in the light of wonder, and do most of the time – but it is very hard sometimes. My health, if I let it, could bring me down – but right now I and choosing not to let it. I love to go where my mind takes me when I write. I live outside my body when I have good ecstatic poem going. It’s wonderful! Transformative. If I ever lose my wonder it will be time for the next phase. Don’t ever lose yours!
i have to come back and reread it again.
your poem reminds me of water cascading over a height, effortless and free.
i like what you said about “be not anchored by expectations”. nowadays, i write what i wanted to write. and i think that is a luxury in itself. 🙂
It is luxury DS, it’s freedom… and freedom to think and to write, can never be taken away. So you write and think what you want. My only suggestion is keep it as positive, keep it on the Yang, as you can as often as you can. It will lift you up! If you do want to explore the Yin, the negative, as we all do at times – don’t make it cruel. I appreciate you kind words about my poem… thank you…!
Reading your beautiful assessment of being, how I hope that is the case that life does mean so much more than we can understand.
I don’t know what life means Old Egg, I omly know that my current level of awareness finds me on this plane. It would seem logical that my current awareness will be something very different if I move to, or am absorbed by another plane of energy – so what is meaning really?
we are infinite beings
part of an infinite whole
conscious in this ever-moment… that is the essence of Eastern philosophy, the repeated manifestation of consciousness on the infinite continuum… love these thoughts.
Glad this resonated for you TP… having been besten over the head with Catholicism growing up in the Midwest, I needed to find something that spoke to my spirit – the Eastern vision resonated strongly for me.
This is so beautifully written, Rob. And I loved hearing you read it tonight at OLN LIVE. Oddly….when I heard your read this stanza
“our awareness dawns
like the gradual rising
of a fresh-born sun”
I thought you were saying “son”…..and when I heard you speak of the stone, and saw the feelings etched on your face as you shared that, I still thought it was “son”. No I see it here as “sun” and yes, it definitely coincides with dawn…I think I like it both ways. But knowing you a bit more after tonight’s sharing and talking at OLN LIVE, I like it as “son” even more.
Thank you Lil… 🙂 …I like your reading of this referencing my son. Don’t know if you picked up on it, but Gillena pointed out that it is a haiku.
our awareness dawns
like the gradual rising
of a fresh-born sun
It was awesome hearing you read this poem today Rob.
Much?love
Thank you Gillena… 🙂
Ever the more beautiful on my second reading, Rob! Especially love this part; “it is in this ever becoming that we see we are infinite beings
part of an infinite whole conscious in this ever-moment dreaming to sustain the moment eternally.” 🙂
Thank you Sanaa… 🙂
Great poem, Rob. I enjoyed hear you read it live today. Good to see you are hanging in there!
Thank you Dwight… 🙂
always open to the unbelievable
as this thread of the continuum unfurls
unfolding splendid miracle
Exactly Rob, great wordcraft as usual. One looks forward very much to lots of miracles to save the world under siege!
Hank
Thank you Hank… 🙂
I enjoyed this just as much as the first time I read it So beautiful and filled with wisdom. The following are words to follow in the journey.
so move boldly through this plane
be not anchored by expectations
remain ever filled with wonder
Thank you True. A world with wonder is a sad cold world.
Stream of consciousness poetry always reveals more of the poet than might be obvious from the written word. Yours shows you to be not only an enlightened soul, but a generous one as well. Bravo.
It is perhaps even more revealing to consider this writing form “mindful spontaneity”, in which I keep my focus on a concept, (for this one it was a focus on becoming aware) but let the words flow as freely as I am able. Thank you Chris… you are so kind… 🙂
Enjoyed reading this, I believe as you write so eloquently, it’s a journey full of miracles and we should move boldy! Stream-of-consciousness writing is so fun when it just flows and feels channeled. This is definitely one of my favorites of yours!!
Thank you Tricia… 🙂