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BIRTHS OF SUNS FROM HEAVENS FOR EARTHS

Stepped from sun:

a hard hit crusted-soft strata

soothe-planed earth-eased rotation ride

watered wide but missed in fall

thru all twain visions struck collision

onward down rising land-earth’s human strut

for next, all for next.

 

of the sun:

from it, with brought, fueling,

give-fulfilling lease-driven shape

make ruffle such feathers used

fuse sight collection earned selections

on spin merry ride comes forth

here next, the all this one next more.

 

while one sun:

breath pleasure here-bodied movement

heat in doth burn out for warm

knows warmer when repeating heart

reaping gift starts ably whet-edged allottment

in human stretched skin skeletal souljur moves

choosing free and going motion-grow shatter

here this lifer, all this moving matter.

 

sun is in form-worn shade:

laid before soul’s bladed choice for days

timeless count span so provided

on earth as it is in heaven’s body

told and spoken for still here reminding

light sun burns lamp-lofted every touched attic

black bottom dim start 7 steps to sun

mere be 7, in every next, one sister one son.

rwc…

2/13/08

 

 

 

 

 

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Submitted by bayoujeanette on 11 March 2008 - 12:01am.
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I like the title

I like the title but I had trouble following along. I’m sure it’s just me as I am not used to reading your type of poetry. But it is very visually written. Jeanette

Submitted by rwc88... on 12 March 2008 - 9:18am.

Births of Suns...

My sincere thanks to you Jeanette - the TITLE is purpose-driven.
if i may, in regard to your statement of trouble following along -
* birth from suns (light - from light we come, in light we live/prosper - to light we return, if believed of course).
[purposefully written without the use of pronouns - just a task i’ve played with for years now and then - especially good attempt for practice purposes, good exercise].
* each stanza defines a period of living - i.e. “Stepped from sun” (birth/the spiraling chute infant appears from/often knocked senseless and fearful, in wonderment/confusion,to earth/life for the excursion of life-span though bombarded by free-will of man during growth process - to live here and better reform what conformity one has chosen, for next life, this one being prep for next as in “all for next”). - “Of the sun” - (simple defining of the life here and learning to acquire the gifts evident and peace-inspired non-hampering growth possibilities of what is grasped by “lifer” during learning positive and experiencing the battling with outer negative forces - i.e. “ruffle such feathers used” - fusing what is experienced with what one knows spiritually speaking and combining the both knowledges into some form of acceptable reasoning for self to continue - i.e. “on spin merry ride comes forth” - as in the revolving life on a revolving sphere in a revolving universe, for the next rising gain in prep for next life/adventure knowledge-wise a la the quest neverending).
“While one sun” (living the art of life/alive - knowing the burning within is the kingdom long taught and spoken of, the motor that runs us - learning and giving/returning via acquired awareness -“soljour moves” - play on soldier/journey, {which we are whether others believe or not - it is my belief} - one moves forward blasting what blocks from path of choice while here, in motion, a clod of matter in physical human form motioning with motionless learning.)
“Sun is in form-worn shade” - (we are shaded, those who quest know the positive imbibing is the juice that thrives within and oils the churning action of our progression, as in churning butter, which we do daily, especially going through motion of everyday have-to’s - absentmindedly we churn - our knowledge shades us from the lesser inquisitors, unseeking seekers, unfinding finders - we are given a number of hairs on head so to speak hence: “timeless count span so provided” -
to “light sun burns lamp-lofted every touched attic” meaning, the kingdom is within you, the knowledge, whatever one wishes or chooses to call it - the light is within you/us - light/sun{one light source but maybe…more - grammar/linguisitc play on sunlight} - “lamp-lofted every touched attic” - light cannot be refused except by choice once recognized, seen - light throws one carefully into the loft of knowledge - “touched attic” meaning the minds of those who comprehend since the mind/attic is the logistical portion of human-ness combined with heart/seeing as in 3rd eye, which is connected to both heart and head, we utilize to recognizing truth and the unexplainable to become explainable and understandable truth becoming growth becoming next step for more to learn/acquire that we are not we but one. nameless in the long runs - hence my decision to write without pronouns - in the spiritual world, there is no individuality, nor ego, only different paths all leading to same source - in the real world/real life questing - matters little whether one’s path is christianity, eastern mysticism, pagan, hindu, buddhist, etc. - no different than arriving to place desired via motorcycle or locomotive. the gist is one arrived, not how one did so. being there would be evident that one did follow what one saw laid before him, steps to follow, or one would not arrive, not be “there.” “7 steps to sun” - 7 chakras to pass through to learn with to move on to next with to exit - soul enters body numerous times if wanted thru infant’s soft spot during womb-rest/prep. that soft spot must be re-opened during lifetime to allow new passages through all chakras and out the top of, here goeth sprit when travel is desired or needed or soul leaving/returning to body when left body for roaming dreaming state. our soul reenters body through this same spot. “mere be 7, in every next, one sister, one son.” 7 is a holy magical number. it is a handful of dust, pebbles, a “minor” number in reference to amount implying ease not difficulty. in every next (life, every life) - “one sister one son” - my chosen echo defining us without pronoun usage. in each life there are more of us, man and woman. we continue in this format every lifetime. the entire poem is about reincarnation. read aloud. when there is no puncuation, slight pauses as each lines are mere breaths. - hope this helps you better understand.
i have read you. keep writing, i’m reading. i no longer submit.
thanks again to you for taking the time to comment.
wheel…

Submitted by bayoujeanette on 12 March 2008 - 9:54am.
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wonderful

It is wonderful. I knew that it was from what I could understand. But now that you have explained it was more so than I had imagined. Thank you for taking ime to explain it. I loved. Jeanette