Discourse with Windhorse
Mona was forever doleful, I thought,
on viewing her, for that was noble, to be disenchanted,
disappointed, hard at work on something that had no resolution,
the noble work to stress and strain, filling the tolls of hours.
It wasn't until much later I realised she was faintly smiling,
And had an ironic view that served her well, guarding
the gates of freedom as she did.
I noticed also there is not a soul around her to vex her,
yet there was a gravity, about her, that no human could possibly shoulder,
yet this used to be my thought of her, when I looked at her when I was young.
Bleeding hearts, lovers, soldiers, knights, sisters, brothers - you know who you are,
so I don't need to explain your presence, for you just are, and indeed
I don't begrudge your cares and rallies, but note,
in the garden of truth and delight, there is a separateness to the
oneness you all seek, which may lead to your overflowing.
When I looked again at her face, indeed she had been
busy engaged in discourse with Windhorse.....
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.
posted by Imogen Crest @ 7:40 PM
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4 Comments:
Image courtesy of Google - I intended her to look a bit fuzzy so apologize for the vague resolution.
No - the focus I was drawing from - to my knowledge - is a chequered memory - a kind a multi-coloured tapestry of things that will ultimately link together --- but that is not to say it's not there, and today I have done some short reading on that very thing, motivated by the comments you are making on Gusari, but this is only since coming here to the Abbey. Never heard anything about it before...but I did have some knowing of "Japanese" Zen. But now that I have just read what I read, I find it all just parts of each other, I hope I am clear, it is a bit muddled.
Standing ovation Monika. This is something else again! Wonderful!
I won't tell you how long I was avoiding looking at Mona - it all got easier when I blurred her fixed meaning - funny about that - and it gave me lots of space instead of a little cube. Polite bow, thank you Madame Raven, the artiste.
Faucon, I don't know where I am going but I think you may have some clues for me there...off to read your latest post...
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