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Selected Poems from Rafael Stoneman

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If not for the poet

If not for the poet, who would be the voice of love?
If not for the artist, who would be the brush of sight?
If not for the mother, who would walk the earth?
If not for the Beloved, who would truly live?

 

Like ripened figs

Like ripened figs plucked for the mouths of babes,
or honey suckled by the working servant bee,
our innermost heart layer subsides when Self
shines as Sun in the sky of our mind’s eye.

 

With one tiny twist

With one tiny twist of an unknowable knob,
the inner color shifts from red to pink,
and a flower about to wilt, perks up in full vigor.
Enthusiasm, I call you friend!
Heart, I call you home!

 

I meet you in the void

I meet you in the void beyond time.
I shall remain here with you forever.
I have no life left to live, my Beloved.
Yet it feels so good to feel You living in me.
Do you feel that goodness Yourself,
since there is in truth no me?
I cannot touch this in words.
For I have no mind left to grasp.
I explode in the heart. I am Your I.

 

There is a whisper

There is a whisper, but it’s louder than the wind.
It calls to us, “Come Home. The story is over, the pages are worn thin. Come
home.” It’s like a chant,
a sacred OM underlying all else. It requires no doing anything, or going
anywhere or becoming anything.
If only we see that we are this whispering sound,
all else will dissolve into peace.

 

singing tears

The dam has been bursting all along,
singing tears of the mountain’s song.

The puppet breaks free from its strings,
the caterpillar soars with new wings.

Dreamers shall awaken beyond time,
in love with a human heart so divine.

The actor surrenders the final mask,
in Your light all life comes to bask.

A fruit suddenly drops from its tree,
such sweetness like honey is to be.

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Selected Poems from Silent Lotus

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Beyond

The
Change
Appeared
And left behind
What we had feared
And in this quietness
There is a cloudlessness
That lets us see
Beyond
Our years

~silent lotus

* * *

Lotus Allspirit

Celestial

If
You
Had
Known
How we
Would
Have
Grown
Had you
Still wandered
All those years alone
And left me here on my own
For when i looked into your eyes
It was so apparent that we were home
And together as bright as celestial skies
Yet you took a travelers path to find
Silence which remained behind
Was nothing other than
This love which
Is divine

~silent lotus

* * *

Consciousness

In
The
Few
True
Moments
Of worldly loneliness
Do you still perhaps possess
Loves sweet silent consciousness
To calmly wait for life to pass by
For all those who are still battling
The questions and worries of why

~silent lotus

* * *

Divorce

As
Our
Hearts
Divorce
From a chaos
Of the wandering
Worries of the mind
We enter into this
Sweet sanctuary
Of freedom
Where
The
Silence
Of love
Is a
Wisdom
Which is so
Divine

~silent lotus

* * *

Embracing

Yes
For
Certain
When i am
No longer here
My heart shall still
Gently whisper
As the sweet
Sweet
Silence
Appears
Healing
And embracing
The fear you may be facing
In moments of tears
Yet you will find
That this love
Is truly
Divine

~silent lotus

* * *

Eternity

The
Holy
Silence
Of serenity
Is as the love
Of eternity

~silent lotus

* * *

Gentle Wisdom

Has
Your
Honor
Lost all
Its illusions
Have you been
Able to place
Humility
Upon its
Face
For
Love is
Timeless
And knows
Divineness
Has no haste
So let us listen
To the silence
Of its gentle
Wisdom

~silent lotus

* * *

Infinite Heavens

The
Vast
Infinite
Heavens
Call out to me
With the serenity
Of divine love
And its
Wisdom of
Our eternity
As we bathe
In the light
Of silence
And rest assured
That shadows of night
Shall be devoured by
The stars that are
As loves children
So gentle and
Bright

~silent lotus

* * *

Like Weeds

The
Poverty
Of our greed
Grows in the fields
Of wisdom like weeds
And shall never perish
Until the will to refill
The hour of the illusion of power
Is no longer what we so desperately
Choose to cherish

~silent lotus

* * *

Love Awaits

Are
You
Now perhaps
The great cavalier
Who is for certain ready my dear
To relinquish all your fears
For in this silence
Love awaits
Right
Here

~silent lotus

* * *

Meeting

Is this
A chance
First meeting
Or have we known
Each other somewhere before
Are you the silence from within
The love of my core

~silent lotus

* * *

Our Beliefs

Who
Knows
Innocence
What have
We found
To take
With
Us
Other
Than our beliefs
And where shall we meet
When we are beyond time
Regardless if we are
Awake or
Asleep
For in
The one
Vast ocean
Of our hearts
Omniscience
There is no
Beach
Yet
From this
Crows nest
We share the
Pure sweet silence
Of eternal divine love
In the wave of serenity
Which is now within
Our reach

~silent lotus

* * *

Prism

When
We gaze
Into a prism
We shall discover
The light that opens
The door of our prison
And we will infinitely see
With a rainbow of serenity
That love is the essence
Of our core

~silent lotus

* * *

Regardless

My
Child
Is an
Infant
Of creation
And we are all
Regardless of
Small
Or tall
Only
Moments
Of the vast
Sweet silence
Which whisper
With its wisdom
While we listen
To share the
Vision of
Divine
Loves
Call

~silent lotus

* * *

Simply Divine

When
All our
Beliefs are
Simply divine
It shall be one love
That our being defines

~silent lotus

* * *

Sweet Silence

All
The
Faces
Had so
Many
Traces
Yet it
Was
The
Reflection
In the sweet silence
Of my meditation
Which brought
Me here

~silent lotus

* * *

The Bowl

The
Hole
At the
Top of
The bowl
Does not say
In any which way
That it is not
Whole

~silent lotus

* * *

The Key

While
We waited
For freedom
To take us away
From our fear
We searched
The earth
For love
As we
Knew
The
Key
To be
Is the
Silence
Which
Led us
Here

~silent lotus

* * *

The Portrait Of This Passage

As
The
New dawn
Dances silently
Upon the gardens
Of the dew doused
Morning lawn
It draws
With
Its
Light
The portrait
Of this passage
To which we are drawn
For it is loves celestial sight
The timeless wisdom
That is never
Worn

~silent lotus

* * *

Time To Blend

There
Always
Arrives
In all of
Our lives
A joyous
Moment of
Sweet silence
Which notifies
It is time to blend
Into the vast horizon
Of the palette painting a days end
And there we find again our gentle loving eyes
Waiting as these divine peaceful skies
Of the eternal sunrise that is just
Around the bend

~silent lotus

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Leda and the Swan

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By W. B. Yeats

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

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Sailing to Byzantium

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By W. B. Yeats

I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
— Those dying generations — at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

III

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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The Second Coming

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By W. B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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An Irish Airman Foresees his Death

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By W. B. Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

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He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

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By W. B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.

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