POETIC CASCADES

POETIC CASCADES

( A collaboration between the revered Poet, DAVID ARNDT & AARON BLACKIE)

Oh Poetry,

Let us rest In your 

Silent Spaces,

Soar within your verses 

Fly towards the Sun

Far above earth  off to the stars 

Which we will gather and scatter 

Like WORDS magically 

Appearing mysteriously

At a banquet table eating,

 Drinking together abiding

There, where of life,

We laughed in snatches

Of her ironies, similes in the

Similitudes of symphonies

Of wordplays into the beauty

Of the marriage of word sounds

Word pictures, beyond the

Symmetry of poetic consciousness!

DAVID ARNDT

Like the waterfall cascades

Out of the orifice of unassumed 

Nature's fountain, plunging 

Into receptive pool, spreading 

Beyond,  in spontaneous waves  

Of rhythms and rhymes,

Unconscious strands 

Of the inwardness of the

Soul in solitude,

Bereft of the regimental,

The conscious symmetrical

Of vowels and consonants,

Having the wings to fly, 

The natural air to breathes 

The uncensored space to spread

Into the pure sky of eternity...

AARON BLACKIE

New meanings

Arising from stillness 

Now it's time to relax

Slow down, ready the nets

Head on out to sea

If you wish to cast your net

Be still and patient 

Please

Be our guest

Climb

Aboard

On this

Extraordinary Journey

Across Poetic Seas

Oh, the feast 

It is tasty

It comes with silence 

Surges and more

It is LIFE 

Itself, streams of worded

Colours in boundless images,

Flowing out of the

Inward doors

That Opens

And closes

According to the

Unforced stimuli

Of the poetic

DAVID ARNDT.

Oh, the piety of Poetry!

The potency of lines in verses

That captures the tongues of gods,

That outlived the erosions of time, 

The crudity of rocky boundaries

Soul- breathed words in pages

Images plastered beyond 

Crust surfaces, 

Treasures digged out 

Of the womb of human actions

And behaviors, embedded 

in human nature that bobbed 

out like phonex before 

the endless doors of 

Closing and opening

The circuitous realms

Of ceaseless interactions!.

AARON BLACKIE

David, my soulmate in this fountain

Of poetic cascades. Soul to soul, our

Oneness, we streamlined into the pool

of your gathered flow in the openness

Of our hearts as conclude:

What we pull in is that which already abides within us.

There is no doing

Poems of the heart and spirit arise in an unforced way and abide unfixed 

Poems cannot be pinned down

Poems are birthed through us when our hearts are open

Poems are fearless

Poems have their own life

Poems have absolutely nothing to do with "me"

Poems move on the winds of spirit

Poems like darts go out and touch hearts

Poems are miracles

We can travel with poems as long as we don't hold on.

When we hold on or get "fixed' then we fall upon  rocks that ripple waves of suffering throughout this world .

Poems are antidotes to being trapped in a one dimensional world of text

Poems have whatever necessary to benefit all beings and everyone differently according to their needs

Sometimes poems and people don't get along. 

People can do anything to a poem

We fixed and we were ashamed in the garden naked. 

We were never "fixed" before the fall

We abided in a state that can't be spoken of without poetry, 

Poems soars to the heavens free of time and space

Poems cast off the sickness of the "fixed" that we grasp or repel

Free of these trappings poems soar like  birds to the heavens, swim like  fishes under the seas of the unconscious , yet its does all and nothing at all which is the essence of "unfixed" being, doing without doing, spontaneously manifesting. 

Poems abide and not abide at the same time. 

The appearances we see are like dream waterfalls , they flow over everything because the appearances we see are "not fixed."

Look in the  mirror and look

The mirror holds your appearance like a poem holds meanings. 

Neither can you touch or possess

A poem is not impermanent in the same way we are. 

Homer left us long ago but his poetic songs live on

Poems have much longer life expectancy than humans and require all health care

Poetry refracts crystalline unfixed meanings like rainbows going in all directions

True poems have "legs and can walk" as Dylan says

Oh poems are all of this and so much more

What is the heart of the poem where one is liberated 

The magic abides unfixed in the silent spaces as words have reached their limits to retract new meanings

It is from places of unfixed silence where poetry is birthed

Let your poems fly in all directions as darts of love. 

May the love darts melt the frozen heart. 

The heart waters that now flow

Let us let go and surrender to love

In the great poetic awakening may we all recognize we are one and we flow to the sea of love ultimately

We have faith that poems save

"I was once lost but now I am found was blind but now I see"

Amazing Grace

DAVID ARNDT & AARON BLACKIE

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