Time Again, Timeless vs Eternal

Time is a measure of motion, that much is obvious now
(Father Kronos, you aren’t as complicated as the Tau)
Then timelessness is hell: stuck. Eternity’s heaven: freedom
Perhaps we do those classics disservice by calling them timeless
I shall call you eternal, (and a tow truck as symbol of redemption)

Note: Transcending material temporality shouldn’t be called ‘timeless’, I think, because timeless would imply absolute nonexistence with no possibility of parole. Unless you’re talking about Time as a cycle, which would make timeless and eternal mean the same thing.

Leto’s Twins

Leto’s children, refugees, nomads, ostracized
Twins and mother keep moving, derided and shunned
They take back what is theirs with bloody murder
Their rights on Mount Olympus, emancipated
The staff of healing and the wolf for the pair archers
They kill Python in Delphi and gain a sect most dedicated

{The paeans ring for Apollo, echoing the chorus of Parnassus, while Artemis bathes}

(Both tears shed for Niobe, one gold, one blue. They weep in different ways.)

Image: The Children of Niobe
Painting by Jacques Louis-David

Starting a Cult

I wonder if I should start a cult
I would enjoy that sort of tumult
We’d call ourselves the Eternal Y
Responding with a delightful ‘why???’
to every statement under the sky
Like a child annoying her parents

And provide society with much needed stagnation clearance
Challenging linguistic perceptions and understanding

My cult dies as soon as the idea is born, when i think, ‘But WHY?!’

So a poem will have to do..
Boohoo!

Raindrops on Granite

Sitting on my terrace, watching the rain
And the raindrops keep falling on my head

I watch them hit a puddle, a paean
A mad melody that I see and hear
Concentric circles, forming endlessly
Intersecting, then dissipating. Again!

Li di Da la ta Ra di mi si ri
And the raindrop keeps falling in my head

A row of pigeons sit on the railing
Watching in patience the grey Sky’s wailing

Glug… a new sound on the puddle tympanum
Circles turn into whirlpools on the stratum

I am drenched!

(Teardrops from above cease
The pretty flowers bloom
Birds take flight
The Sky now listens in delight
To song of Earth’s beauty)

Image: https://goo.gl/images/1KyPiq

Journey of the Exorcist

Exorcism is a dangerous thing,
That only a mad mad man would attempt
To put it physically, it’s like the One Ring
But you can’t just throw it in the pyro tent
You have to jump in with it, a scalding visit
To Mount Doom, purgatory, not a Room with a View

Tackle the demon and not let your grip slacken

As you fall together and watch the world blacken

The journey turns you into something ugly
A chimera that even you despise
Until you come out to do it again.

Image: https://goo.gl/images/zBaA3X

Adharma

To examine a thing in its entirety,
The easiest way is to look at (its) opposite
Adharma, straying from the Way, Sin City
Something that twists First Principle Truth for the worse

But, does not experience of sin lead to further quests?
The Wheel perhaps is powered by opposing polarities

Witness injustice, witness crime, and question reality,
Seeking answers, searching for Truth, moving on the Wheel of Dharma

I watch the news, the antics of those crooks in power, can’t help smile at their style
I really do think we are entering into a Golden Age of Questioning,

A visit to the gallery

I can spend an entire day on the ground floor
Sculpture, and gaudy gold leaf Byzantine imagery
Filled with symbols galore, but I climb to the first floor
Rembrandt greets me on the staircase, I appreciate
But then Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Cezanne, I can’t (unimpressed)
Maybe I’m too young, maybe I just don’t have the eyes (no interact)
My brain’s just not wired that way, I’m wasting half my day (can’t resonate)
I’d rather go back and look again at that Van Eyck.
But then a lone Da Vinci nearly escapes me
That makes my trip up the staircase worth my time

(I take one glance at the modernist block, and make a strategic retreat to the souvenir shop)

Lust

The first time I fell in love, t’was under moonlight
Oh my goddess! Sherida, shouldn’t you be the moon
Utu’s consort, a dark reflection of the sun?

The eros lost its allure, burnt away by light of dawn
I was nineteen, the first and last time that I fell in love
I desire other things now, Sherida burnt by the sun, her husband.

(Again inspired by dualities, or maybe the word is dichotomy. I was thinking how in the ancient Egyptian and Sumerian they were usually depicted as a male-female pairing. Enki and Mamma (I prefer using this name) : river and Earth, Enlil and Ninlil: North wind, South wind. The Utu and Sherida pairing confused me in the beginning, sun and beauty/sex. I guess it’s about the sensual and the metaphysical. Sherida is incorporated into the Inanna myths later on. Perhaps their union (dawn) can produce true love, one that frolics under moonlight and sustains over harsh sunlight, despite one’s, and one’s partner’s, many seeming imperfections.)

Invisible Tethers

Stillness of body allows the mind untethered
Stillness of mind allows the body untethered
Disturbance of both leaves one without a firm grip
Disturbance of both augurs injury from slips
Stillness of mind and body allow spirit untethered
I guess that’s what Buddha was talking about, Vipasana method

To become master of the self, learn to tie and untie as necessary

(In continuation to my previous piece)

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