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Are you a fish
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by Colin Drake
Awareness is forever here,
In which mind and sensations appear.
Its presence is fundamental,
Absolute not incremental.
Choiceless, requiring no effort,
The seer of all that’s thought.
All that our senses detect,
On this conscious ‘screen’ are decked.
Completely still without a sound,
Of every experience the ‘ground’.
Perfectly peaceful under no duress,
Ever silent and utterly motionless.
Omnipresent, of consciousness the ocean.
Manifestation is This in motion.
All ‘things’ are forms of energy,
Arising from Its tranquility.
Omniscient, for in It every thing exists,
Of which not one is ever ‘missed’.
Conscious and still, ever aware
Of movements which It can compare …
Omnipotent, back into which all things subside,
Stillness is the terminus of every ‘ride’.
No thing can possibly affect It,
For they all appear, exist and exit.
Pure, for It manifestation cannot stain.
Pristine, for degradation It cannot feign.
Radiant, for by Its wondrous light,
The world appears to our mind’s sight.
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Read excerpts from the e-books of Colin Drake:
Featured is an interview with Connie Shaw, founder and publisher of Sentient Publications.
We talk about her book (co-written with Ike Allen) The Tao of Walt Whitman, the poetry scene, insights and trends regarding the publishing business, how to get published, and what kind of books she’s always looking for. Connie talks about spiritual influences going back to childhood and through the Sixties.
To be honest, I edited this interview a little too tightly, that is to say, I didn’t leave enough room for a breath or two. That means the interview buzzes along, but a little too quickly. It’s still a fascinating and valuable interview. Just listen carefully. Thank you.
Walt Whitman’s radiant poetry is a source of contemporary inspiration. His ecumenical wisdom, which includes both transcendentalism and realism, is encapsulated here in short verses for each day of the year. These, along with a daily action step, become a springboard for readers to transform themselves. The sublime poetry combined with exercises for self-reflection will make this unique pocket-sized daybook a constant companion for those seeking greater balance in their lives.
what speeded them on their way?
what distances did they travel?
the sky was full of falling stars …
You draw down too much light -
soon the heavens will all be bare
I went looking
and found You
in the flight of swallows
in the darkening air
it seemed they wished
to fan the dying sun
look at this full fruit
falling for You every time
its limbs Yours
its perfume Yours
lichen clings to bark
deep deep down You are always there
awaiting my blossoming in You
kirtana of singing leaves
holding Your image before me
on a screen
until You disintegrate
like some forgotten galaxy
calling You back again
a respite from senseless oblivion
I know that stars are born
only to die
we see the light
of heavenly bodies
long since gone
this also I know:
Your light shines in me
the universe holds no terror
from a lightning-blasted tree
I’ve spotted You
why should I flee?
I am already deep in Your eyes
take all of me
let me assist You
here’s my head firmly in Your jaws
do not use Your fangs
to stun me
let me live
this death in You now
inch by slow inch
I can never forget the yellowhammers
I saw as a child
tiny chicks nesting in a stone wall
such clamour from their throats
nearby was a dark Protestant church
it was taboo to enter
God manifested that day in yellow
the colour I see You in now
dust of buttercups
You are the yellowhammer
ensconced in a mossy stone wall
we see each other
from different worlds
for the first time
I went to my excellent physician
author of Addiction Replacement Therapy
he put me on heroin
and monitored my progress steadily
I nodded, sagely
he put me on LSD
the doctor is perplexed
the universe perplexed
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These have been selections from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock. There are over a hundred more poems in the book.
Uttering Her Name consists of spontaneous, ecstatic utterances in what the author calls a neo-bhakti style, that is to say a modern slant on those poems of intense devotion which are still read and sung in India today.
Gabriel is considered the greatest living Irish lyric poet.
For more information about Uttering Her Name, please visit
Poetry by Rafael Stoneman
the damn has been bursting all along
singing tears of the mountain’s song
the puppet breaks free from its strings
the caterpillar soars with new wings
dreamers shall awaken beyond time
in love with a human heart so divine
the actor surrenders the final mask
in Your light all life comes to bask
a fruit suddenly drops from its tree
such sweetness like honey is to be
She Wanders the Night
I want to break every window in your mind’s house.
And drag down each floor.
You’ve constructed a tower of cards
from a false blueprint.
Instead of building your foundation on Her,
you’ve framed a shadow on stud-less walls.
Nature will shatter your backwards design
and set fire to your five star prison.
A book of poems in your library
may bring you some praise
but no relief.
A new lover may uncoil your kundalini
but not deliver peace.
That simple monk has more in her begging bowl
then your perfumed soul.
She wanders the night like a homeless star.
You with your robes and a closet full of make believe
will bow at her feet and cleanse with tears all pride.
She will teach you how to create a new home
with free hands on a mountain of pure gold.
You will know that She is within you
as you plant flowers at your own grave.
And water seeds in Her eternal womb.
Who died and left you ruler of the Universe?
If you see something you don’t agree with, is it because you are not seeing all of yourself?
Or is it because it is your job to preach and lecture your truth to the world you imagine
is outside of you?
What is this complacent lack of compassion that human beings move in?
The heart has no borders and casts no stones.
We can learn perhaps the most from the person with Terretz, who blurts out obscenities.
When we feel offended, it is a great opportunity to go deeper beyond
the maze of maya mind.
Truly I am grateful for all who bring a feeling of offense into my space.
For it lets me know if I am divided or whole.
I am your offended reaction and the space that it dissolves into.
I have freed myself from preference on every level.
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You can find Rafael Stoneman on Facebook
Those who know, do not say. Those who say, do not know.
Those who know do not say, “Those who say, do not know.”
Those who know “do not” say [that] those who say “do not,” know.
“Those, who know, do not,” say those who say. Do not. Know.
“Those, who know, do not,” say those who say. Do. Not know.
Got a variation? Leave it as a comment.
Bruce Morgen writes:
I have made the brief PBS biography of the great universal mystic poet and Sufi role model available via BitTorrent — I found it informative and inspiring. Among those appearing is none other than the prolific Rumi translator himself, Coleman Barks:
You’ll need to download and
install a BitTorrent client — I
recommend “uTorrent.” When
you’ve gotten the client working,
just use it to open the attached
file and everything else will
happen automagically. The
Wikipedia article on BitTorrent
is pretty good if you want to
learn more. They also have a
decent article on uTorrent
Here’s the uTorrent download
and an alternative web link if
you’re uncomfortable opening up
attachments (and because
attachments probably won’t go
through to the group):
Freshness x Surprise = Wonder
Open Mind x Attention = Wonder
Open Heart x Breath = Wonder
Everything = Wonder