Guest guest Report post Posted December 4, 1998 The following poem was written in March '92, a year after Kundalini blew me open and I was revising my understanding of spirituality: HERE NOW by El Collie The ordinary things were never ordinary at all. They were merely disguised, dressed up like bums and held up for us to ridicule and ignore. The ordinary things -- a sip of water, a beam of sunlight, the brush of a hand, a laughing child -- were made into trivia while we were taught to hate our lives. The ordinary things were neglected, shunned, mocked while we went searching madly for something that mattered. The ordinary things were labeled obstacles to be overcome in our race to collect unspecified treasure at the legendary rainbow's end. The ordinary things -- a soft night's sleep, a feather in the grass, talking to each other -- were denounced as nothing special. But the ordinary things were never ordinary at all. We were mislead as we blindly pushed aside everything holy believing all the while that we were making way for miracles. ..................................... This second one may be a bit off topic (I'll leave it to Maureen to decide). I awoke this morning at around 4:00 a.m. to a whole lot of shakin' and this time it wasn't Kundalini/me. We had a 4.1 tremblor on the Hayward faultline. So it seemed like a good time to post the following tribute I wrote in 1976 to the San Andreas faultline. I know we have a few California members on the list who may relate... QUAKE WAIT by El Collie San Andreas! I sing to you, subterranean synapse, eye of the orgasm, guardian of all things unexpected. Yes, you, Andreas, ponderous persuasion like a turnstile over the trapdoor to total satori. I sing the ancient cobra, echo of gnashing teeth, trembling whales, volcanic heartbeat! This is an ode to the patron of divine concussion and sudden conclusion... An uneasy world twists on the wrack while you, somnambulant Andreas, bide your royal time. I sing to you, still silent in your restless sleep, your tense dreams wrapped in cobwebs. San Andreas I sing your precarious secret: Oh, Andreas, yours is the power to turn us all into children. Andreas! Ashes! All fall down. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted December 5, 1998 >CKRESS > >The following poem was written in March '92, a year after Kundalini blew me >open and I was revising my understanding of spirituality: > >HERE NOW >by El Collie > Great poem El, loved it's simplistic truth. A very true statement indeed. Flow Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
