A Nineteen Line Tetrameter Poem Written For My True Love Beverly AKA That Skye Who Not So Coincidentally Was Born On The Nineteenth Day Of The Same Month As Me, And So A Seventy-Six Beat Poem Like The Seventy-Six Trombones Which Led The Big Parade, And Our Hearts Like Copper Bottom Tympani In Horse Platoons Thundering, Thundering All Along The Way And Loving A Full Octave Higher Than The Score
I love your cells, especially
the ones that dwell within your blood,
the white, the red, the never-ending
wine I taste each time I sip
the love within your lovely lips.
Its sweet bouquet, your DNA,
is similar to mine in oh
so many ways, but in those ways
that differ, oh they differ in
a way I know is different in
a way I’ve known before I knew
myself. I love the fact that you
are love itself—I love the love
we make when making love, I love
the you I love, I love the love
we love, I love the love of love,
and most of all, I love the way
we love to help each other love
to say: “I love I love I love.”
~Son Rivers 11/2006
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
its means alone will render meaning
Who Am I
I can’t think of any other
meaning to this dream called life
than love. It’s more than just some means
to justify an end—its means
alone will render meaning. Games
we otherwise are playing lack
all semblance of reality.
Pretending to be serious
about them beggars truth. (Although
I see no reason to convince
a being otherwise.) In fact,
just contemplating Spirit would
be bliss enough, but even what
we name Unmanifest became
this Manifest. I can’t explain—
but who am I to break the chain?
Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
I can’t think of any other
meaning to this dream called life
than love. It’s more than just some means
to justify an end—its means
alone will render meaning. Games
we otherwise are playing lack
all semblance of reality.
Pretending to be serious
about them beggars truth. (Although
I see no reason to convince
a being otherwise.) In fact,
just contemplating Spirit would
be bliss enough, but even what
we name Unmanifest became
this Manifest. I can’t explain—
but who am I to break the chain?
Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
we need dream a metaphor
Illuminati Inamorata
Begin with this, that nothing is real,
that everything we see is our thought—
but all is quantum spirit instead,
an energy—yet further—let’s call
it Consciousness—alive in a sense
beyond our wildest dreams, we need dream
a metaphor—so christen it god
in many names and ways, and devote
ourselves to him or her, even it,
like children, servants, slaves!—but in truth
just lovers candidly, devotedly mad
for contact with its incarnation unclad.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers 2009
Begin with this, that nothing is real,
that everything we see is our thought—
but all is quantum spirit instead,
an energy—yet further—let’s call
it Consciousness—alive in a sense
beyond our wildest dreams, we need dream
a metaphor—so christen it god
in many names and ways, and devote
ourselves to him or her, even it,
like children, servants, slaves!—but in truth
just lovers candidly, devotedly mad
for contact with its incarnation unclad.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
it’s all about the bliss
Before enlightenment chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. But something is left unsaid in this aphorism. Before, these actions were believed to be real in and of itself. After, it is the Consciousness, or Spirit, we bring to these “actions” which is the true reality.
We are conduits of the unmanifest. We are tools of the unmanifest. We are hands of the unmanifest. We are the unmanifest. In the ever-lasting act of making manifest.
And yes, our life is indeed a dream, but we are not dreaming it. We are being dreamt. What matters is not the dream itself; that we know to be illusion. What matters is the Spirit with which the dream is made.
Do not deny the dream, because you know it to be illusion. But dream on. Dream on in Consciousness. Dream on in Spirit. Dream on in love and bliss.
The unmanifest is made manifest not for the presence of the manifest itself. That is the great lie of materialism. It is in order for Spirit to know itself. And in that knowing is bliss.
The dream is being dreamt not for the dream itself. It is the dreaming which is everything.
In this life, look for any situation that requires an act of love, and do so. And know that the unmanifest is making itself manifest. What is being made manifest though is irrelevant; it’s all about the bliss.
This is something you can’t think through. This is something where you need to follow your true bliss (and not the satisfaction of ego), and trust that where there is bliss, there is Spirit.
This is true transubstantiation.
Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
We are conduits of the unmanifest. We are tools of the unmanifest. We are hands of the unmanifest. We are the unmanifest. In the ever-lasting act of making manifest.
And yes, our life is indeed a dream, but we are not dreaming it. We are being dreamt. What matters is not the dream itself; that we know to be illusion. What matters is the Spirit with which the dream is made.
Do not deny the dream, because you know it to be illusion. But dream on. Dream on in Consciousness. Dream on in Spirit. Dream on in love and bliss.
The unmanifest is made manifest not for the presence of the manifest itself. That is the great lie of materialism. It is in order for Spirit to know itself. And in that knowing is bliss.
The dream is being dreamt not for the dream itself. It is the dreaming which is everything.
In this life, look for any situation that requires an act of love, and do so. And know that the unmanifest is making itself manifest. What is being made manifest though is irrelevant; it’s all about the bliss.
This is something you can’t think through. This is something where you need to follow your true bliss (and not the satisfaction of ego), and trust that where there is bliss, there is Spirit.
This is true transubstantiation.
Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The Self of Love
Me
You must accept the fact
there are no facts except
that fact, before the truth
begins to dawn on you
that you are not the true
authentic you, but one
who suffers through a life
conducted from a view
untrue. It’s love that’s you.
~Son Rivers 05-Aug-06
You must accept the fact
there are no facts except
that fact, before the truth
begins to dawn on you
that you are not the true
authentic you, but one
who suffers through a life
conducted from a view
untrue. It’s love that’s you.
~Son Rivers 05-Aug-06
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Thought World
The core of the Dream, aka Thought World, is duality, and the prime elements of that duality are fear and love.
In the beginning of the Dream, there was thought, and that thought, in order to remain in existence, identified with a second thought. And so on.
Fear is the first thought thinking it may lose its connection, i.e. identification, with the second thought, and as a result, cease to exist.
Love is the first thought sacrificing its connection with the second thought, and in so doing, actually touch reality, its forgotten essence, its Self.
Fear is the way further into the suffering dimensions of Thought World; love is the way out.
In the beginning of the Dream, there was thought, and that thought, in order to remain in existence, identified with a second thought. And so on.
Fear is the first thought thinking it may lose its connection, i.e. identification, with the second thought, and as a result, cease to exist.
Love is the first thought sacrificing its connection with the second thought, and in so doing, actually touch reality, its forgotten essence, its Self.
Fear is the way further into the suffering dimensions of Thought World; love is the way out.
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