Alan Watts on Love inspired Madness

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Alan Watts: “the most common psychotic experience is falling in love. While to fall in love is one of the most fantastic experiences in life, there is absolutely no method and no school which can teach people how to fall in love. You fall in love in the same way as you grow ears, and there is no school for growing ears. But if you’re lucky and you’re human you have ears, and if you’re lucky and you’re human, in the course of life, you undergo the experience of falling in love and when it happens, it is unmistakable and tremendous and you see in a very ordinary woman, an incarnation of the Goddess. The question is, you are certainly not sane when you see this, because she is just an ordinary girl. But actually, the veils have been taken from your eyes, and you have seen one human being as in fact they really are.

But you are of course quite mad. All inspired vision of poetry, drama, of dancing, music, is a certain kind of madness. But this is madness and madness.

sun bleeds fire to echo moon

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Blood Moon Eclipse
hanging high in the corner
of thy star maze lagoon
there you lie the apple of my eye
my mirror, my muse, my moon
in all thy beauty, in all thy charm

said the mirror to the moon
moon be not blue
see self that fiery light, that’s you
moon you melt mirrors mercurial
moon see self through my’es
eye burn for thee eternally

how you’ve whispered such sublime wind
through labyrinths of fancy minds
echoing iridescent across all records time

how you swing
on the starmaze trapeze
with such grace, such ease

how you pirouette
guiding quills of poet’s
and don’t even know it
mirror one echo one, love

moon be not blue
thine beauty glows
minds unglued

see stargazers in trance?
comets ablaze in dance?
such is the power of thine majesty
casting spells with thine glow
and you don’t even know

hence in similar hue
sun eye knows not power
without mirror moon

without mirror moon
sun hath not fire to burn
tis but a seed taciturn
but a lotus pending bloom

without mirror
sun still dreams in womb
moon still wrapped in cocoon
but a sleeping beauty
dreaming of that burning kiss
to melt her yearning lips

without mirror
both mortal, no wings
without mirror kiss
whispering sweets
to the nocturne
whence fire burns,
amber embers fade to abyss

sun pierce heart bleed love fire
warm wintery moon from blue
moon kiss sun, beauty dance make burn
sun fire awaken thy twin!
sun bleed fire blanket clothe moon!

moon rise from cocoon!
spread wings angel thing
dance butterfly in solar fire
waltz round earth inferno burn desire
sun eye love eye moon one aeternum Read More

Ivan M.Granger on the magic of poetry

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“Poetry has an immediate effect on the mind. The simple act of reading poetry alters thought patterns and the shuttle of the breath. Poetry induces trance. Its words are chant. Its rhythms are drum beats. Its images become the icons of the inner eye. Poetry is more than a description of the sacred experience; it carries the experience itself.”
~Ivan M.Granger

chrome sunset pirouette

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o’ how ‘pon divine eye jewels thine i dine
beauty is thee Isis eyes, i sees itself beauty in echo
magic mirror eyes muse magnetic
eye muse you one tune, love

moonlit mind swims hypnotic sun paint she is
she fluorescent rain solara incantata,
masquerade mascara jade

o’ Spiral Eyes you whisper fibonacci wind dreams
fly midnight river, silver drip one starmaze for she
singe keys in swirl type, dance fire fingers twinkle eyes
dance cosmetic lyric cosmic poetics

we eclipse breathe elysium echo in iris crystals
of ancient suns and sapphire winds she is
rose drip nectar tulips, she melt moon fire
in chrome sunsets she pirouettes
on white shores Venus sands, Isis dance

soul portal love true eyes rain on You
swim fire wings in sugary amethyst eyes
cherry serenade my blue veil Nightingale bright

drink sweet lips, my spirit rain
crystal fountain chalice falls
o’ sweet syrup eyes concerto,
thine embers glow butterfly music!

implore i, sweet sparrow in swoon,
what magic implanted stars behind thy eyes
and upon when did you swallow the moon?

beauty in lyric mirror reflect she?
nay, apple eye moon eclipse
lyric sink ‘neath she radiant butterfly fire

lyric. abstraction. nothingness.
words full fancy Keats banquet? emptiness.
lyric celestial magic Gibran mad love? nothingness
dream tea sonnet midnight heart Rumi? abyss
pitch script. ash. fire wolves devour large

what say lyric of she, divine Beauty?
capture fail essence. foil. nothingness
linguistic larble. label. letters. void
verbal dribble stutter drip. mute

eye o’echo eclipse mirror moon
love burn eternal molten heart one
amorphesa celexa solara amore aeternum

matthew dear_don and sherri

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“I’ve been sending you signals
But my signals have never been seen
I’ve been writing you letters
But those letters never leave me

I bought you a couple of presents
But they sit in the corner unwrapped
I just can’t bring myself to fruition
I can’t close this permanent gap

How can I let you forget me?
If you don’t even know me already?
My name doesn’t change very often
But it’s never been Don and Sherri

william_blake: to the evening star

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“THOU fair-hair’d angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover’d with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!”

To the Evening Star, by William Blake:

poetry: how does it feel now_akua naru

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Love, love mmm…
I told y’all
We would be the band to play it.

My ghetto butterfly flew away from me.
I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps.
Play, make believe, as my tears, poor chest,
won’t succeed to breathe, if not to hear of you.

Surely there has never been a shade so blue.
A stank attitude, so not mad at you.
Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude
of my love for you.
No space and time compatible.

What do I have to do? What do I have to do? friends say I got it bad for you.
I do. But there’s nothing in this world I’d rather do,
but you.

I want to make love to your existence,
drenched in colors of your energy,
then masturbate to the memories.
I wanna lose myself inside yourself…
Until you find me. Confine me,
to the freedom of your prison.
Exist in the same space, same time.
Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine.[3x]

My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect,
reflect, and watch your light passion walk my neck.
Caress the sights of your presence with no question,
undress to the nakedness of love, pure love.
I want to make love to my soulmate… my soulmate…
make love to my soulmate…my soulmate…
make love to my soulmate, uh shit…
I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate.
Kind of like writing poetry till climax,
till the point and place where space and time match.
Can we cross the line, perhaps tell me would you like that.
Now would you like that, tell me would you like that,
would you like that, tell me would you like that,
would you like that, tell me?

I’m gonna ask you again now, tell me..
Would you like that, tell me would you like that,
now would you like that, tell me would you like that,
would you like that, tell me..

I wanna love you more than madly.
Wrap these legs around your words,
until your speech is straddled deep, gladly.
Swim the currents of your vibrations,
be separate in one
with the same meditation..
Uh the same meditation..

Uh you know what..
This, right here is poetry..

[Sax solo]

If love..
If love had a sound
this would be that sound.
And we,
well we,
We would be the band to play it.

A Coney Island of the Mind #20

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The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
with unreality
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that september afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
the licorice sticks
and tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum

Outside the leaves were falling as they died

A wind had blown away the sun

A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room

Outside the leaves were falling
and they cried
Too soon! too soon!

~Lawrence Ferlinghetti

rumi_my dear heart

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Just saw this post on FB today. How apropos

“My dear heart never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don’t harbour bad thoughts do not gossip and don’t teach what you do not know.”



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