Unity field II (Metaphysical Circus) – Gwyllm Llwydd
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Lots of changes.
Since our last posting, we have been to California for my sister’s memorial, which was very lovely. We drove down the Oregon coast to the Arcata/Eureka area for 3 days. Drove back up the coast as well. The northern California and the Oregon coast are so beautiful. I will put up with the couple of extra hours just so I don’t have to deal with I-5, which is a bit of torture for me.
We lost our home Caer Llwydd as the landlords sold it rather rapidly (though to a very nice person that we do like!) 17 years here, but now it is time to move on. We have less than a month at this point to find a new home, which seems to be a bit of a hurdle at the present time. Burn some candles for us!
Dreamhost got hacked for WordPress so our sites were down for 3 weeks plus. Thankfully our friend Doug came through and helped out. It has been a crazy time, but we are back. Soon to migrate to our own server. More details on that soon.
Bright Blessings,
Gwyllm
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On The Menu:
Upcoming: Equations Of Power
Rabindranth Tagore Quotes
Cell – Universal Sunrise
Our Lady Of Bohemia – The Poetry of Alessandro Cusimano
The Timid Hare and the Flight of the Beasts
Cell – The Bushman
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Upcoming: Equations, our next entry with a review of Dale Pendell’s new poetry book “Equations Of Power”
I have been delighted to sit and go over this new selection of poems by Dale. The book’s theme is clearly in the camp of science, with some surprising results. Dale keeps pulling the proverbial rabbit out of the hat, always something new popping out! I will have a full review of it this next week, so please be patient!
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Rabindranth Tagore Quotes:
“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”
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“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it.”
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“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.”
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“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
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Cell – Universal Sunrise
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Our Lady Of Bohemia – The Poetry of Alessandro Cusimano
(Paris by Night -George Brassaï 1933)
Our Lady of Bohemia
Holy Spirit
is not a church mouse
is a stray queen
Our Malicious Mary
full of grace and confidences
sovereignty of mirrors and sofas
Heavenly Absinthe
fragrant drink of salvation
scalds and flares up
and knocks again
in the dark dirty burlesque
a jewel case for Dionysus
usable misleading
celestial female
with a blessed voice
flowing in the shadows
extraordinarily restless
amused
with a principle of faith
absolutely compliant
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Amsterdam Wide Dreams
a lovely girl brings home her puppet boyfriend
and plays with him
the tall convex space appears turquoise
draws a sinuous line
sensual on the perimeter
steeped in the events of others
is the profile of a wave
villain of the most beautiful seawater
ensures the persistence of blue
the opposite of darkness is spreading
slowly
the wave breaks regular
long
smooth
has a changing effect
hands out colours
the night owns the future
forgives the guilt
multiplies the fixed and reflected light
surrounds the vaporous game
unties a curtain
after dark
you look and measure the content
of mirrors
the anxiety of the angels goes on stage
have memory
remind all
the vibrations are perpendicular
penetrate the skin
a mass of water rises and falls
is female
able to overwhelm the spectator
with the honesty of her sins
under a dim light
so as not to be seen
so you do not see the others
there’s a glare
vision is complex
a comely light
double
the volume of the music is consumed
a ruby-throated hummingbird flies free
growing soft folds follow the trend
the long radius
the imagination to reach
the underside of the tables
steel and water deposit the gray and blue
in the depths of deepest eyes
wooden puppet head is sitting on himself
his face is opalescent
flattered
inspired by an happy melodrama
built on the water
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Queen of all Flowers
the gaze bends
the night damp colours
new anatomies
bold shapes wink and move
under the roses
tasting strokes
things you can touch
perfect lipstick
clear in the stretch
creamy
rose leaves sweeten the thorns
in summer
night put on its coloured plumes
the great silence wakes up
and takes away the agony of boredom
the wail of a rose is the cry
at night
of a carnivorous spider
with sweet mouths
showing off brand new throats
with its multiple body
innumerable and victorious
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The Brigade
countless eyes mislaid
still in the light
all appears undisclosed
a glint in a lifetime
a vision with no depth
a false dawn
mementos
lives hanging in the air
like never free lives
as if time had stopped
in a glacier of emotions
cast into a bottomless pit
before a regret depicted
by the icy warmth
of a pale smile
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Alessandro Cusimano
Son of a painter and a teacher, Alessandro Cusimano was born in Palermo, Sicily, Italy, on July 2, 1967. He lives in Rome, where he is a writer, poet, and translator with a special focus on the visual arts ranging from painting to cinema, from photography to theatre.
An expressivist poet, he freely refers to peripheral and irregular languages, drawing on dialect, slang, and various sectorial and technical forms of expression, which he recreates with personal inventions and varying intensity in every moment of his literary production.
He appeared recently on the international literary stage. Some of his writings have been published by The Cynic Online Magazine, Decanto Magazine, The Recusant, Streetcake Magazine, Numinous Magazine, Deadman’s Tome, RED OCHRE Lit, and Black Cat Poems.
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The Timid Hare and the Flight of the Beasts
Once upon a time when Brahmadatta reigned in Benares, the Bodhisatta [the future Buddha] came to life as a young lion. And when fully grown he lived in a wood. At this time there was near the Western Ocean a grove of palms mixed with vilva trees.
A certain hare lived here beneath a palm sapling, at the foot of a vilva tree. One day this hare, after feeding, came and lay down beneath the young palm tree. And the thought struck him, “If this earth should be destroyed, what would become of me?”
And at this very moment a ripe vilva fruit fell on a palm leaf. At the sound of it, the hare thought, “This solid earth is collapsing,” and starting up he fled, without so much as looking behind him. Another hare saw him scampering off, as if frightened to death, and asked the cause of his panic flight.
“Pray, don’t ask me,” he said.
The other hare cried, “Pray, sir, what is it?” and kept running after him.
Then the hare stopped a moment and without looking back said, “The earth here is breaking up.”
And at this the second hare ran after the other. And so first one and then another hare caught sight of him running, and joined in the chase till one hundred thousand hares all took to flight together. They were seen by a deer, a boar, an elk, a buffalo, a wild ox, a rhinoceros, a tiger, a lion, and an elephant. And when they asked what it meant and were told that the earth was breaking up, they too took to flight. So by degrees this host of animals extended to the length of a full league.
When the Bodhisatta saw this headlong flight of the animals, and heard the cause of it was that the earth was coming to an end, he thought, “The earth is nowhere coming to an end. Surely it must be some sound which was misunderstood by them. And if I don’t make a great effort, they will all perish. I will save their lives.”
So with the speed of a lion he got before them to the foot of a mountain, and lion-like roared three times. They were terribly frightened at the lion, and stopping in their flight stood all huddled together. The lion went in amongst them and asked why there were running away.
“The earth is collapsing,” they answered.
“Who saw it collapsing?” he said.
“The elephants know all about it,” they replied.
He asked the elephants. “We don’t know,” they said, “the lions know.”
But the lions said, “We don’t know, the tigers know.”
The tigers said, “The rhinoceroses know.”
The rhinoceroses said, “The wild oxen know.”
The wild oxen, “the buffaloes.”
The buffaloes, “the elks.”
The elks, “the boars.”
The boars, “the deer.”
The deer said, “We don’t know; the hares know.”
When the hares were questioned, they pointed to one particular hare and said, “This one told us.”
So the Bodhisatta asked, “Is it true, sir, that the earth is breaking up?”
“Yes, sir, I saw it,” said the hare.
“Where,” he asked, “were you living, when you saw it?”
“Near the ocean, sir, in a grove of palms mixed with vilva trees. For as I was lying beneath the shade of a palm sapling at the foot of a vilva tree, methought, ‘If this earth should break up, where shall I go?’ And at that very moment I heard the sound the breaking up of the earth, and I fled.”
Thought the lion, “A ripe vilva fruit evidently must have fallen on a palm leaf and made a ‘thud,’ and this hare jumped to the conclusion that the earth was coming to an end, and ran away. I will find out the exact truth about it.”
So he reassured the herd of animals, and said, “I will take the hare and go and find out exactly whether the earth is coming to an end or not, in the place pointed out by him. Until I return, do you stay here.” Then placing the hare on his back, he sprang forward with the speed of a lion, and putting the hare down in the palm grove, he said, “Come, show us the place you meant.”
“I dare not, my lord,” said the hare.
“Come, don’t be afraid,” said the lion.
The hare, not venturing to go near the vilva tree, stood afar off and cried, “Yonder, sir, is the place of dreadful sound,” and so saying, he repeated the first stanza:
From the spot where I did dwell
Issued forth a fearful “thud”;
What it was I could not tell,
Nor what caused it understood.
After hearing what the hare said, the lion went to the foot of the vilva tree, and saw the spot where the hare had been lying beneath the shade of the palm tree, and the ripe vilva fruit that fell on the palm leaf, and having carefully ascertained that the earth had not broken up, he placed the hare on his back and with the speed of a lion soon came again to the herd of beasts.
Then he told them the whole story, and said, “Don’t be afraid.” And having thus reassured the herd of beasts, he let them go.
Verily, if it had not been for the Bodhisatta at that time, all the beasts would have rushed into the sea and perished. It was all owing to the Bodhisatta that they escaped death.
Alarmed at sound of fallen fruit
A hare once ran away,
The other beasts all followed suit
Moved by that hare’s dismay.
They hastened not to view the scene,
But lent a willing ear
To idle gossip, and were clean
Distraught with foolish fear.
They who to Wisdom’s calm delight
And Virtue’s heights attain,
Though ill example should invite,
Such panic fear disdain.
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Cell – The Bushman
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