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"Banana Patch Fantasy"
Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii c 2004 Joel E. Timmins Intro for 2 Poetry Books in 1 pt2 If when I plant a
seed, If when I water a sprout, If when I prune
the bough... Would not a leavening occur within
the brain, A balancing of the hemispheres, relieving strain That
mundane, selfish thinking puts upon the soul? Would not Earth and Sky be
integral again, Not drawing apart, as we have come to see In
days of late; for doing for ourselves, disrupts The natural harmony of the plan, rupturing The built-in equillibrium and underlying wholeness Of our Earth's
spinning, cohesive patterns. The whole world
of catastropyhy can end...now, And true balance be restored Simply
by the attitude we hold Within our heart, and let Love share. Motivated
by our own desires How can we understand The blessedness
within our reach... Our furtive mind renounces such Extravagance
of heart, and says: "I plant the seed, I eat!" Trying to justify
our mental state. Groping at best, it's a blind man's game, Just
working to feed and uphold our own name. What blame can be in that?! T'is not a blame, but shame... That we reach not for the
leavening. If we only knew, what you Could
do for me, and I for you... It would make the Universe smile; Would
sweeten the dry, hot Sun. The springs would bubble from the earth With
fresh clean water, pure and sweet. The tarnish would evaporate And
no residue of stain would remain Upon us... Instead of....doing only for myself. Our Nature, so humanly peculiar, Though lofty genius and at times inspired, Is also geared for
pleasured excess and self-ruin. 'Though I could do it for myself, and do, What joy do I derive from my own doing? Perfection in my life
is reached instead, By giving loving service with joy, and no regret. Thus it teaches me to feel my way...to joyfulness, and Caring,
all my days, without the burden of Ignorance and passion, to dissuade it. The jewel of innocence restored, Through loving service, so sweetly
earned, Has saved us from the hungry looming jaws Depravity
has shown as well. Just trying to do my best, not for myself, But
for the ones I love...and God, Has filled the empty, aching hole, So
I can rest, and gives a joy, Words can't express... A
leavening of my spirit Now so blessed...and yet... Forgiving
all the hurts one holds, Is still my greatest test! Awakening quietly from refreshing
dreams, In the cooling wet leaves of night... Nakedly
embedded in the humming One-ing... I reach inaudible arching, Harmonic Light. Elements corporeal, comfort so sublimely, While
Nursery Horse-shadows Rock in Milky Way timing. No
longer whimpering, resentful and alone There's a melody I'm singing now; 'Til now, a song unknown! Then
in the presence of Saints And lost loved ones of old, The
song comes forth surprisingly... And gives me back...my soul. The song, like a Super Nova stays freeing My lingering wild
confusion; The clenched fists...the unrelinquished fear The
grief....the biting teeth...the pulling hair! The need to writhe and scream...no longer
there! Somehow now...it's just a song!
"Whale of a Day IV"
Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii c 2004 Joel E Timmins Do
I ponder why I'm vexed, That joy and pleasure can't be catched For one's self alone... Must one then accept, giving loving
service Is the best? ....well, yes, and Furthermore,
a transcendental joy We don't expect, at last gives Our
broken heart, a chance to rest. Some laugh at sacrifice
and serve themselves. Their stifled, stingy nature only proves, Pleasure
is never worth the loss of Self one knows, Pursing selfish goals; for we are one... We are the Earth, spinning 'round the Sun. Never just here,
to benefit ourselves alone, But within the whole, where Truth is grown, We orbit together completing, Vast circles designing our Being... Together, forever, revealing.... The blessed Friendship and feelings,
That maintain the Trust, We lovingly share,
and are keeping Arrogantly perceiving the purpose of this Living, Is merely to
secure all that, what e'r the cost, What real joy, what peace is ever earned? For when, in aloneness arriving, our presumed joy, For which
we were striving, is but a brittle gloating, And the pleasures once desired, now... So unmotivating, gives one up to crying. Then do we understand,
that Love... Must always play the hand; Even our
soul has it's job to do: It's mystical duty to love and be true. What's more, we are the sweet pleasure And joy that we seek....but
only, In giving it.....do we receive it. United for that purpose; Conforming to Nature's ancient plan From Earth's evolutionary dawn... The unlearned Truth unspoken, We hold in egg and sperm. Ancestors
sang, with rattle danced, Calling Grand-Elders to advize and enhance. The Truth engages us...and we change. The riddle's answer, lays bare to the touch. Coming to me in curious ways, The
Truth invades my dreams and sleep; Awakens me in the cold dark night To realize, my destiny is original and unique. The
bard must sing, the poet rhyme; What when this migrant voyager, Runs
out of space and time? Time
is ending, and it's so alarming! Cause and effect have managed their debacle. Even this
poor animal, could not, At times resist, the diabolical. Did
I pick up on it in time?.... (though Time Does not exist, except...in our own mind). Space is irrelevant. I'm where I need to be; And now I know
that should I earn the day for you And you for me...we'd hear that... Transcendental Song so sweet.... Restoring perfect Peace...and
Harmony. It knows no end, and would become neurotic, In joyless rounds,
robotically repeating It's shallow course completing... If
Scriptures did not lend a clue, To letting go the captive soul, To
reach....the Transcendental Goal, That it's more joyful if one gives, with love,
and Serves, than just persists with great intent Some
personal end, one soley hopes To forever own, and hold. In
and out of lines that rhyme; Provoking and probing the mind to reveal The secrets it's keeping from me well concealed. Songs, poems,
literature too, Escape definitions mere words cannot prove. I
toss and I turn, I groan and I burn, Trying to release words on the page. But all is still. The pencil blunt. Still bare.... What all the
page can do is stare.... The mighty seas within burst hard Upon
the barricaded seawall there...! But no words form to let them in. I
go about my way in numb abstraction Exasperation mounting on my brow. Then in the incandescent moment, still reflecting, Enormous waves
of thought, compounded and complexing, Come raging through the gates, now resurrecting, The Ancient Self in poems and songs, correcting, The incarnated
essence of my soul's perplexing. Neptune
and Mercury conjunct and in tune; Uranus square provokes all my best, Skims off the fool, and Renders the rest. Sitting here waiting, perfectly poised, Listening, hearing, all
of my voices; Letting my feelings expand now uncloistered. Clarified,
reaching for Truth, Love has fostered. Filtering
slowly, awareness appears, Fleetingly showing what lessons the years, Through feast, famine, laughter and tears... Help me observe,
what Karma deserved, I am earning. How
easy it seems, to understand dreams (Though waking again to confusion). There, all makes sense, no need for pretense,
"Sunrize
Cruise"
Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii c 2004 Joel E. Timmins |
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