Within these words, Jude, you have given me a most valuable gift...
"what is essential is establishing / the roots of another beginning"
...an expanded perspective of my journey through this life. You are a gifted poet with something to say. ~leslie
Feel like I was on the trip with you. . .only I got squelched and
undermined. Because I let it happen? This, to me, is about
transformation and the courage to make it happen. And-or allow it to.
As always, you have tapped into something so deep that one finds
oneself responding on many levels. Always a good thing, even when the effect is disturbing. Because it is disturbing, perhaps. Like a rite of passage-? Thank you, Jude. Broke the mold, man! xOx 'Pea' xOx
Felix is on to something here... is this Nihilist or Nile-ist?! A Judean mix of both... sounds like you're running from the courthouse kicking and screaming, just as I was from the cathedral after all the ecclesiastical shenanigans during a long-and-drawn-out ceremony when a friend was made Bishop recently: your gargoyle, Goya-esque imagery is fitting for both, and between law and religion (and all our social frameworks that fit inbetween), us modernists may as well climb into and batten down our oven-ready, E-Bay coffins just as soon as we're born into this mayhem of a world...
On a serious note, I like the way you have paved your new-birth canal with the rites of The Ancients, getting back to Roots big time while spiralling into ascendency. The Ancestors are like your celebratory, dancing pall-bearers, bearing your Moses basket barge into the upstreams of heaven's waters, embarking you into classic myth.
Sorry if this gets rather lost in translation. Your "theatrical" words and effusive expression remind me of the rich cultural, philosophical and relgious knowledge of my New York Bagman, Steve Prosser, speaking of a tribe who are buried in barrels, ensuring their safe passage between lives...
This is like a cork flying from a bottle somehow... but you'll float on life's temptestuous waves, no problem! Just don't be in a hurry to leave us too soon! Go placidly, Kartero. A deeply inspired piece of writing and a gripping, fascinating read. xx
Jude, This is just such an amazing piece of poetry. As always you astound me with your depth of emotion. I feel much energy while reading this poem. A sort of shift toward a lighter and more empowered state of being. Release of past deeply rooted emotions and attitudes, transformation into a newer lighter realm of existence, and the most important piece of all of this is, You believe you have earned this "rite of passage". That my dear friend, is what gives you this empowerment of "rite of passage".The acceptance and the release of what was holding you back, being held "sort of hostage". I feel a good energy from this work, and that you have found your way back to "being".
I have always given this advise to anyone that has asked me, "Live in The Moment, enjoy life for what it is at that very moment in time, don't dwell on the past, and don't try to predict the future."
As Belle has said, You are a Brilliant poet/author!!!
Man can bury with forgetfulness another man, needing no shovel and no dirt, but the buried man can resurrect himself just with a want to be alive!
Now, those tattered thoughts clowns ain't laughing no more.
Jude, as usual you made me wish I had written one of your poems. this is fabulous. We should all have the grand rebirth you presented us with. What a wonderful life we would all have then. Well done.
I feel exhieration reading your poem,I can only imagine what you must have felt today! Fantastic future for those who dare to open the crypt to a new beginning!
Once again i had to copy and put in my folder so I coukd make the font larger....
Sodfather, Black Elk and The Tribe of Dan all rolled into one pipe...vision quest spoken here...spiritual reincarnation communing with DNA dressed in ankle-length animal skins holding bone shovels...womb of Gaia re-birthing mind, body and spirit...
Though oft we are able to stand upon the bridge between here and the next dimension, the actual ability to conjoin with the next eludes us until the time is right. The view from here is muddy, and in many ways seems a bit manic, though I trust that once the roots here have released, there will be a clarity as we progress onward. Stirring and much like a fever dream, your words play in harmony and discord upon the mind of the reader. Stimulating offering, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry
excellent outcome...love this section "time, place and history are all irrelevant, while preparing for the end"..."establishing the roots of another beginning"...there is much inner work to be done.
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Reviewed on October 4, 2009
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excellent piece thought-provoking
with lines seemingly meant for me
whew
"what is essential is establishing / the roots of another beginning"
...an expanded perspective of my journey through this life. You are a gifted poet with something to say. ~leslie
undermined. Because I let it happen? This, to me, is about
transformation and the courage to make it happen. And-or allow it to.
As always, you have tapped into something so deep that one finds
oneself responding on many levels. Always a good thing, even when the effect is disturbing. Because it is disturbing, perhaps. Like a rite of passage-? Thank you, Jude. Broke the mold, man! xOx 'Pea' xOx
Sound familiar ?
Jerry
On a serious note, I like the way you have paved your new-birth canal with the rites of The Ancients, getting back to Roots big time while spiralling into ascendency. The Ancestors are like your celebratory, dancing pall-bearers, bearing your Moses basket barge into the upstreams of heaven's waters, embarking you into classic myth.
Sorry if this gets rather lost in translation. Your "theatrical" words and effusive expression remind me of the rich cultural, philosophical and relgious knowledge of my New York Bagman, Steve Prosser, speaking of a tribe who are buried in barrels, ensuring their safe passage between lives...
This is like a cork flying from a bottle somehow... but you'll float on life's temptestuous waves, no problem! Just don't be in a hurry to leave us too soon! Go placidly, Kartero. A deeply inspired piece of writing and a gripping, fascinating read. xx
that created this moving rite of passage. What a writer!
-gene.
I have always given this advise to anyone that has asked me, "Live in The Moment, enjoy life for what it is at that very moment in time, don't dwell on the past, and don't try to predict the future."
As Belle has said, You are a Brilliant poet/author!!!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
fee
My new favorite of yours - wish I'd written this - powerful. Beautiful. WELL DONE!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ron
Now, those tattered thoughts clowns ain't laughing no more.
Georg
Bobbi
Once again i had to copy and put in my folder so I coukd make the font larger....
Love,
Sage
Take care,
Sherry