My Poem 310: Meeting Wisdom
The shaman knows those noises…
They sometimes disturb the hunt…they
are sometimes the result of the hunt…
You see, the shaman has kept
to his roots, not like the shamans
reed flute, having been cut from
its root, its soundings are the
lamentations of the broken hearted
which the shaman knows but he
Also knows of the healed heart…
knows the Icy grags and shadowed
vales…becoming knowing of the songs…
Of the void between notes, between
the lyrics, between the breath taken
in and the breath expelled… There
he finds the knowing of Wisdom…
There, he meets Her…Mother Sophia
Addenda i54: Oscar Wilde said,
“Ah! Don’t say you agree with me. When
people agree with me I always feel that I must be wrong.”
Do our poems have
to please everyone?
Do we have
a responsibility to be provocative?
We Have That Responsibility!
Of course! We have that responsibility!
Wilde said that! Wilde lived that!
Our ‘modern’ circumstances demand that …
How could we not … but to invite another Hitler …
Gaia, Mother Earth is demanding that!
Creating storm after massive storm
beyond our experience …
I am demanding that! … of
my Brothers & my Sisters!
The call has been made! It is international!
grass rooted, calling but walked upon …
springing back up into the calling air …
but CALLING again … every society … every Heart
The Mother and mothers everywhere are calling …
Fathers drop war from your consciousness.
It has no future … It begets no future …
But … ITSELF!
And an Earthen hell is the result …
Over and over … again and again …
MEN! What more proof need be portrayed than that goriest
Glorious 20th Century …???
MEN…WHO ARE WE THAT WE CAN”T SEE
IN ALL THIS LIGHT???!!!
Wali Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith
August 6, 2014
– is a deeply personal issue that everyone decides for himself. Sometimes the price is high, sometimes low. But this is not very important for life. Life is an interesting thing. And the price on Viagra – too.