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    #3865 - Wednesday, April 14, 2010 - Editor: Jerry Katz The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights Dar Óma what speeded them on
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      #3865 - Wednesday, April 14, 2010 - Editor: Jerry Katz

      The Nonduality Highlights
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      http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights

       

       

       

      Dar Óma

               what speeded them on their way?
                       what distances did they travel?
                         the sky was full of falling stars ...
                             You draw down too much light -
                               soon the heavens will all be bare
       

       

       

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      Dar Óma
      yesterday
      I went looking
      for You
      and found You
      everywhere
      particularly
      in the flight of swallows
                           innumerable
      in the darkening air

      it seemed they wished
      to fan the dying sun
      to flame 
       

       

      3

       

      Dar Óma

      look at this full fruit

      falling for You every time

      unconsciously

       

      this tree

      its limbs Yours

      oozing sap

      its roots

       

      its perfume Yours

       

      lichen clings to bark

      hold me

       

      deep deep down You are always there

      awaiting my blossoming in You

       

      kirtana of singing leaves                             

       

       

      4

       

      Dar Óma
      holding Your image before me
      on a screen
      increasing percentages
      until You disintegrate
      like some forgotten galaxy
      calling You back again
      a retrieval
      a respite from senseless oblivion

      I know that stars are born
      only to die
      we see the light
      of heavenly bodies
      long since gone

      this also I know:
      Your light shines in me
      the universe holds no terror

       

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      Dar Óma

      snake unwinding

      from a lightning-blasted tree

      I’ve spotted You

      why should I flee?

      I am already deep in Your eyes

      come

      take all of me

      mercifully

      let me assist You

      here’s my head firmly in Your jaws

      do not use Your fangs

      to stun me

      let me live

      this death in You now

      inch by slow inch

       

       

      35

       

      Dar Óma

      I can never forget the yellowhammers

      I saw as a child

      tiny chicks nesting in a stone wall

      such clamour from their throats

      such hunger

      nearby was a dark Protestant church

      it was taboo to enter

      God manifested that day in yellow

      the colour I see You in now

      dust of buttercups

      primrose glance

      You are the yellowhammer

      ensconced in a mossy stone wall

      we see each other

      from different worlds

      for the first time

       

       

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      Dar Óma

      I went to my excellent physician

      author of Addiction Replacement Therapy

      he put me on heroin

      and monitored my progress steadily

      <is your need for Her

      greater than your craving for the drug?>

      I nodded, sagely

       

      he put me on LSD

      <what do you see?>

      <blazing yellow harvest moons

      orbiting one another

      their beams are peacock feathers

      showering on crab-apple trees

      in the Isle of the Blest

      their taste is dry>

      <you don’t see Her at all?>

      <who else am I describing?>

      the doctor is perplexed

      the universe perplexed

       

       
       

       
       

      These have been selections from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock. There are over a hundred more poems in the book.

      Uttering Her Name consists of spontaneous, ecstatic utterances in what the author calls a neo-bhakti style, that is to say a modern slant on those poems of intense devotion which are still read and sung in India today.

      Gabriel is considered the greatest living Irish lyric poet.

      For more information about Uttering Her Name, please visit

      http://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=175&a=163

       

       
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