Pdlyons's Explorationsmaybe better to not do
not anything, but specific things like
not belittle or condescend?
like not be such a coward
projecting targets outward with vengeance?
or maybe quite simply not being around
allowing the healing process to be unhindered
no matter how justified he felt for doing more?
through her he was to know god
she brought him inward
through a darkness full of wonder
empty of fear
she shared him mysteries
free from all that was jagged
it was not big
it was not seduction
it was an encompassing healing
a grace full of joyful weeping
silence the first breath he ever fully took her beauty communion
When you worship swans no longer
Will you find your way to me?
Smoke rising in a breathless voice
Winding between shade and sun
A dream begun on dew drops
Daring midday like a ghost
Vowing never to fly
From your embrace
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When You Worship Swans No Longer: Poetry by
by P D Lyons
Poetry inspired by the village of Fore County Westmeath and surrounding areas of Ireland, by an Irish American poet.
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Beside whatever water there was there
Over flowing bowl an undulate of green tendrils
Draped swan songs
Left morning a capture of sorrow
She reached out to nothing there
She reached out to something ridged
Pulling itself from her heart
In and out
A pornograph of pain
The table set with only bones
Memories picked clean
A criticism of cutlery
Every single question ever asked –
A useless pointlessness recycling
~
all American
blonde
brown
long
tribal denim
horizontal
perfections
my eyes caught.
a voice more melodic than my own
breasts smaller than I have known
smiles through
even me the stranger
gone
the time light travels
the time sight registers
the time thought conceptualizes ~
that which we call fish
already moved on
the truth of it unperceived.
Ah fish gold fish swimming not
watercolor collage paper
She’s a bamboo bitch
constantly under
someone’s finger nails.
On the roof grey shingles
rain collects
finds an escape over the bed.
drop by
drop
the bamboo
grows.
Tired of a leaky
bed
I lie downstairs
on the couch
trying to see things
in the dark.
When the rain stops
it is so quiet
I think of swimming to Brasil
to tell people
I came from Surinam.
The mud will be deep.
It has rained for days.
But today
sunlight in the dawn
she’s calling me
to see.
This was originally published in 1979, Dimensions Magazine. A publication of the then called Mattatuck Community College. I still remember showing the magazine to my grandmother. i felt very proud of the fact that there were 3 of mine in it. Her only comment was did you have to use such language? Referring to the bitch. I have made a few changes to the original but I could not find a way to get away from the bitch. So yes gran’ma , guess I really had to.
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theres no place left to walk
there no where ever to go
and whatever might need doing
sure it’ll just get un done
so maybe there is this kitchen
maybe the coffees ready
and all the sun that hasn’t shined
decides to forget about winter and
hang around these windows instead
what could i do to tell you
what could i say to show you
one day when we were not yet old
didn’t we have so many things to do
and despite all that busy we still found out who we were
but now at the end of music
now close to the end of time
now that i’m just on my own
seems like loneliness is ok
some new girl on the stereo
reminding me
a few minutes
to remember
a few minutes beyond regret
you and me
once young
once upon a time
maybe you ‘ll come by
before its too far gone today
i’ll put more coffee on
i’ll share these new tunes with you
and the sun will smile even brighter
or maybe its just me
a bunch of yellow flowers in a jug
a sink of dirty dishes
an old pointer dog greeting you with what was silent tail wag
so
suffering comes from the erroneous belief in what is not true and striving to maintain that as truth. suffering is a delusion but like a dream it can still cause fear which in turn causes more delusion more suffering. dealing with fear the antidote of which is awareness of the truth, that’s the process of becoming free from suffering. what is true?
for starters how about this – everyone who has ever lived has or will die. this includes everyone you know including yourself. that is truth. that’s the beginning of liberation – sitting with that for a while. seeing if that causes you more or less suffering than not contemplating it. See if there is a way to sit with that truth without it being a cause of suffering? can you? does it?
give yourself no preconceived notion. give yourself the space and time to sit with the truth, your truth and see what its like for you.
as the saying goes – Food off another’s spoon will not nourish your wisdom.
In other-words accept no spoon fed answers. challenge all belief assessing their truth through your own self. liberation from suffering is a DIY situation.
thanks for the inspiration sorry about the preach. cheers.
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