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Three-Fold

Somewhere I've read a thoughtful mind's reflection:
'All perfect things are three-fold'; and I know
Our love has the rare symbol of perfection;
The brain's response, the warm blood's rapturous glow,
The soul's sweet language, silent and unspoken.
All these unite us with a deathless tie.
For when our frail, clay tenement is broken,
Our spirits will be lovers still, on high.

My dearest wish, you speak before I word it.
You understand the workings of heart.
My soul's thought, breathed where only God has heard it,
You fathom with your strange divining art.
And Like a fire, that cheers, and lights, and blesses,
And floods a mansion full of happy heat,
So does the subtle warmth of your caresses,
Pervade me with rapture, keen as sweet.

And so sometimes, as you and I together
Exult in all dear love's three-fold delights,

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poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Dread And Detachment - Triumph

Fear of the indifference,
Hunger for aesthetic sense,
Wisdom in reiterance,
Failure in passions.

Imaginative dysfunction,
Delusional comprehension,
Dreadful perception,
Human inception.

The unseen depth of understanding,
The greater wish of empowering,
Truth in emotional withstanding,
Brutal reality and forbidden loathing.

The soft melody of paradox's prison,
Tyrannical love gives birth to dissension,
Destructive lust gives heed to indecision,
The struggle of identity again arisen.

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poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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But What's The Use

But what’s the use of writing ‘bush’—
Though editors demand it—
For city folk, and farming folk,
Can never understand it.
They’re blind to what the bushman sees
The best with eyes shut tightest,
Out where the sun is hottest and
The stars are most and brightest.
The crows at sunrise flopping round
Where some poor life has run down;
The pair of emus trotting from
The lonely tank at sundown,
Their snaky heads well up, and eyes
Well out for man’s manoeuvres,
And feathers bobbing round behind
Like fringes round improvers.

The swagman tramping ’cross the plain;
Good Lord, there’s nothing sadder,
Except the dog that slopes behind

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poem by Henry Lawson
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Naples – 1860

I GIVE thee joy!—I know to thee
The dearest spot on earth must be
Where sleeps thy loved one by the summer sea;

Where, near her sweetest poet’s tomb,
The land of Virgil gave thee room
To lay thy flower with her perpetual bloom.

I know that when the sky shut down
Behind thee on the gleaming town,
On Baiae’s baths and Posilippo’s crown;

And, through thy tears, the mocking day
Burned Ischia’s mountain lines away,
And Capri melted in its sunny bay;

Through thy great farewell sorrow shot
The sharp pang of a bitter thought
That slaves must tread around that holy spot.

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poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The River's Arms...

I Rushed Into The River’s Arms
It Carried Me Away
Within Its Strong, Swift Current
Amid Foam and Sunlit Spray

It Wetly Glossed My Skin
Dripping Diamonds … and Dipping Me
Close Down To The Riverbed
Deep and Wild and Murky

At First, Its Cold Nature
Shocked and Intimidated
Until I Learned Its Flow
Sweetly Invigorated …

Every Splash Upon My Flesh
Was Playful and Caressive
Every Plunge and Every Pull
Held Me Curiously and Possessive

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poem by MoonBee Canady
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Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man

Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,
Into the morning's golden light;
Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,
Into the arms of truth and right;
Out of the ways that are ways of sorrow,
Out of the paths that are paths of pain,
Yea, out of the depths has a soul arisen,
And 'one that was lost is found again.'

Lost in the sands of an awful desert,
Lost in the region of imps accursed,
With bones of victims to mark his pathway,
And burning lava to quench his thirst;
Lost in the darkness, astray in the shadows;
Father above, do we pray in vain?
Hark! on the winds come gleeful tidings,
Lo! he was lost, but is found again.

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poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Naples

INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON.

Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and Thee.

I give thee joy!--I know to thee
The dearest spot on earth must be
Where sleeps thy loved one by the summer sea;

Where, near her sweetest poet's tomb,
The land of Virgil gave thee room
To lay thy flower with her perpetual bloom.

I know that when the sky shut down
Behind thee on the gleaming town,
On Baiae's baths and Posilippo's crown;

And, through thy tears, the mocking day

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poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Acsending Angels

Anointed for the crusade of umbilical reasoning
For the milk of mothering yields within nurturing
Open eyed upon premiere days of virginal dawning
Absorbance of energetic and unselfish lightning

A course of reasoning foundered upon frontiers
Of the unborn yet that of all absolute warriors
Yield a sword of reasoning inside pulsed comprehending
To taste under storms of the kiss of blood sharing

Bearing wings of absolutions light for truest faith
Flowing to the mortal soul thus of altruistic breath
To kiss forth the life to all of the suffering so no more
When locked of perspectives in bleeding hands sore

Equipped and free of catatonic imprisonment foundered
Birthed again in retribution so self scented and rendered
Reached the fingers of wanton learning and knowledge
Sought of mortal wires in frames of that to acknowledge

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poem by Vision Ghost
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Aurobindo 65 Savitri Book 3

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother
Canto Four: The Vision and the Boon
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'Then suddenly there rose a sacred stir.'
'A touch perturbed his fibres with delight.'
'An Influence had approached the mortal range,
A boundless Heart was near his longing heart,
A mystic Form enveloped his earthly shape.
All at her contact broke from silence' seal;
Spirit and body thrilled identified, '
'Mind, members, life were merged in ecstasy.'

'The One he worshipped was within him now: '
'Lids, Wisdom's leaves, drooped over rapture's orbs.
A marble monument of ponderings, shone
A forehead, sight's crypt, and large like ocean's gaze
Towards Heaven, two tranquil eyes of boundless thought
Looked into man's and saw the god to come.'

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Aurobindo 14-Savitri-Book -1

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book I The Book of Beginnings-
Canto V The Yoga of the King:
The Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'As thus it rose, to meet him bare and pure
A strong Descent leaped down. A Might, a Flame,
A Beauty half-visible with deathless eyes,
A violent Ecstasy, a Sweetness dire,
Enveloped him with its stupendous limbs
And penetrated nerve and heart and brain
That thrilled and fainted with the epiphany:
His nature shuddered in the Unknown's grasp.'

'His wakened mind became an empty slate
On which the Universal and Sole could write.'
'Eternity's contact broke the moulds of sense.'
'The imprisoned deity rent its magic fence.'
'The python coils of the restricting Law

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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