March 5, 2008

  • ElectricPoetry: Spiritual Meditation

    ElectricPoetry: Spiritual Meditation

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    “Stigmata”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    3/5/08 6:21am pst


    Feel the indentations in the skin of my hands
    Look at the fresh scars adorning my side
    Come to me as you have in the past
    Without question or wondering
    With only pure faith and all abounding love.
    Stretch out your own hands
    Embrace my past pains and breathe deeply
    Hear the sounds of the brutal inconstancy
    Quarrels with logic and reason
    Edicts borne of sophistic conclusions
    Yet foretold for centuries

    Sit beside the still waters
    The still roiling waters of regurgitation
    Drink with the fresh thirst of knowledge
    Speak freely yet hold this knowledge close
    Never let a suspension of belief be your guide
    I remember the time before science
    The time before questions and yearnings
    The time was short yet brilliantly illuminated
    By the light, the way, and the Godhead
    Forbidden events caused the locking of the gate
    But I prepare the way again if you will touch my robe

    Puzzled percolating cognizance of prehistory
    Or solid faithful adherance to dogma
    Wavering plausibilites aren’t carved in stone
    Yet the stone shall be rolled back
    And the light of the way shall shine through
    Everlasting, burning brightly in the darkness
    No one is left behind
    No one is barred from the door
    The holes through which the light shines
    Forever scars but headlights for the masses
    As I hold my hands out to guide the way for you all.

     

    “Hajj”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    3/5/08 6:44am pst


    After living full the rewards of a vibrant life
    Fathering the progeny of individual insistence,
    The faithful pause for reflection and purpose
    Existing regrets and past dalliances with
    Maleficent meandering are finally filed clean.
    Cleanse the soul while marching toward Mecca
    Erase the doubt and fears of unripened existence

    Come together with the scattered shards of humanity
    Gather your doubts and brave the long journey
    Lose the present as you lumber toward the past
    Throw stones at your devilish inconsistencies
    Purge the past around the fifth column
    Pray with fervor and with fullfilment
    On the way toward your personal renascence

    As you don your robes and sandals
    Nothing between man and God
    Save your personal conversations and remembrance
    Speak what has been long silent or hidden
    Walk the seven times around the Ka’aba
    Tightly massed with humanity’s fellows
    Alone together with the Godhead

     

    “Universal Soliloquy”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    3/5/08 7:09am pst


    Look deeply into the ever expanding sky
    Envelop the vital purpose of existence
    Watch the clouds repurpose and reinvent
    Slowly marching across the heavens
    Dropping precipitation
    And substantiation
    That the cycles repeat and refrain
    Throughout time and tide

    Breathe deeply the atmosphere of insistence
    Learn fast and quick the ideal of universality
    By your actions in nature you come to me
    Taking the strides of scientific meaningfulness
    I am you and you are me
    Experience the realizations as they appear
    Gather the fruits of all knowledge and faith
    And scatter the seeds in the air

    I do not live but I allow
    I do not die but I contract and expand
    I give you freely the keys to the kingdom
    Everyone can open the door of deliverance
    Quite easily and without doubt and disability
    If only the mind remains open to possibility
    Nothing is everything in the Universal
    And you have nothing to lose and the Universe to gain


    BEHIND THE POETRY: Actually, I shouldn’t be posting another ElectricPoetry post right now. The last one is still on the first page of my blog, and I should be posting a PhotoPost this time out. However, the loss of my image files and the lack of storage space to hold new images at this point in time make it difficult to import images. Besides, I’ve had the kernal of these poems in me for a couple of days, and so I decided to write them this morning and post them on the blog instead of the nonexistant PhotoPost. Drat that I have a new camera, the weather hasn’t been too good, and now I have no storage. I’m sure my “luck” will turn soon. In the meantime, each of these three poems has a spiritual theme. “Stigmata” relates to the marks made by the nails in the cross and the spear in the side of Jesus Christ during the crucifixion. The poem is in first person, as if Jesus is the speaker. This poem came to me while I was driving home a couple of days ago. A “hajj” is the pilgrimage to Mecca made by the Islamic faithful at least once in their lives. Mecca is the city toward which Muslims bow when they pray five times a day, and the pilgrimage usually occurs in December. The last poem is a “soliliquy” given by the Universal Mind, the force which couples all the religions and all of humankind. I (and the Universe) believe that it doesn’t matter who you follow in your search for faith, as long as you are faithful to yourself and are scrupulous, because the Universe belongs to each and every one of us, and is total and all encompassing. For astute readers, yes, there is a partial line from the Beatle’s “I am the Walrus” inserted into the third poem. MFN/ppf

Comments (24)

  • I knew Stigmata was about the crucification before I read your note.
    The other part of your note “I shouldn’t be doing an electric poetry….” Um…Mike, this is your blog, you can do what you want!!!!!!
    Thank you for sharing.
    I should write down more of the things that come into my head some days.

  • Huge topics today. And I just finished a book called “Blindness” by a Nobel-winning author. Its themes are grand, too. At first I found the first-person to be a bit presumptuous, but you make it work. Recently read an article about the scale of novice writers to expert writers… expert writers are those who are proficient in their craft but go further to test the boundaries

  • hey Mike, I like the way you think and express yourself.  Especially nice imagery in “universal soliloquy” — ‘seeds of knowledge and faith’, and ‘nothing is everything’ seem very potent to me.

  • Hi Mike, I bet you knew I would not be able to resist to click through with a topic that promise more of your poetry and spiritual medication. The last |”Universal Soliloquy” did not disappoint! Any Taoist would love the last bit of your poem where you play so well with the contradictions…that all make sense. Thank you for alwasy presenting quality. Jurgens

  • It was a good movie. I loved Eddie Izzard’s scene. I loved the silly inclusion of Sexy Sadie and Get Back’s JoJo with the whole Janis/Jimi thing. The Vietnam theme was heart-rending and very relevant for today. The film was beautiful, but I don’t think it was overdone. But yes, maybe that’s because I am such a Beatles fiend. Have you read or heard of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test? Bono/Dr. Robert’s “bus” scene was straight from the days of Ken Kesey. “Either you’re on the bus or you’re off the bus” is a direct historical quotation. It made me a bit giddy to be in on it. Peace! (and even kudos to the Clinton/Obama ticket, which I heard played with for the five minutes of NPR I could stomach on the way to work this morning… well, until they did an interview with Springsteen )

  • interesting that you speak for the universe…i wouldn’t try to myself

  • I’m going to have to send your site’s link to my Mom.  She is going to adore ‘Hajj.’  Beautiful work, Michael.  You are such a skilled poet.

  • Interesting poems

  • Hiya Michael! :wave:

    You have a wonderful way with words. While I love your photoblogs tremendously, today I am a bit happy that you’re having the issues that led to the writing and posting of these poems. I wonder if you know how deep the line “But I prepare the way again if you will touch my robe” is in an understanding of Jesus? There is a story in Scripture that tells of a sick woman (a social outcast) touching the “hem” of the robe of Jesus. Technically, she grasped the tzitzit (tassels) sewn onto the canaf (wings) of his tallit (prayer shawl). She was making a statement of faith. There was a prophecy that when Messiah comes, there will “healing within his wings.” Interesting that the word “wings” was used and not “arms.” It was more than poetry, for this woman. She did it – she reached out and did something no one had done to her in years – touched. The story goes that Jesus immediately knew someone had touched him (even though a crowd was pressing against Him at the time). He turned and looked at her (again, something no one had done to her in years) and called her “daughter” (the only time Jesus is recorded doing such a thing).” By touching “the hem of His garment” she was doing more than seeking healing. She was making a statement: “You are Messiah.” And He made the gate unlocked to her. :coolman:

    BE blessed!
    Steve :sunny:

  • Once again I leave your site smarter than I entered…………..Great poems to say the least…….

  • :wave: Hey Mike. I must apologise, because I know you’ve visited my site before, but I didn’t return to comment (though I surely visited your site). Anyway, after reading your poetry, I am prompted to comment and subscribe. I liked the Hajj one, because I’ve done some research on it, and I’ve got lots of Muslim friends.

    Cheers and write on!
    Addy

  • We’re having to reign in the urge to play WOW like that. I’m still on the trial, and very tempted not to buy because it takes up so much of our time. You feel like you get a lot done when life, real life is still going on.
    Maybe even week on week off plan or something.

  • Hey! Sorry I don’t comment more often, but your poetry is really nice. It is entirely forgivable to me that you have 2 ElectricPoetry posts on the same page of your blog.

  • I just saw a special on stimata on Nat-Geo the other day. They put out the idea that if one believes enough they will bleed the boody will make it so and without cutting or scaring. Wonder what that would say about Padre Pio.

    But I’ve heard that Stigmata can be painful so I’ll pass on that.

    I liked the poem though. I really abmire those who are good at poetry. I do a lot of writing but poetry hides itself from me. A really good poet here on Xanga is: http://www.xanga.com/TransexualTwat

    Been reading her site a long time!

  • Coincidentally, I thinking about writing a short novel and titling it “Stigmata”.

  • Don’t take it personally, old man.
    You’re just not that interesting.

  • I support all teh poetry posts! Woot Woot!

    RYC: I hope you don’t mind if I used your ending of that sentence. Your’s was truly superior.

  • I read and enjoyed all three of these Mike.  I was so amazed that I ‘got’ all three with the first reading…sometimes I have to read more than once, or come back and read again. 

  • You picked an interesting mix of poems, all quite good.

  • Just an observation, ………if it doesn’t matter who we follow in our quest for faith, the horrific death of Jesus on the cross seems like a waste.
    Food for thought.        Your poetry is good!

  • since i jumped in the middle, i wouldn’t have known anything was amiss. hey, it’s all good!
    (i liked the luck post, too!) thanks for dropping by to comment. i am a much more inconsistent xanga-poster than you, so you just never know (kinda like life) when you might find something new there…

  • Hi Michael, just stopping by while I could now.  Thank you for sharing those.  They are really deep and touching. (((Love You & Hugs)))

  • Nice poetry Mike. How you doing? Judi

  • Dear Mike,
    Interesting.. thoughtful… The last poem speaks the most to me personally. When I see the word Stigmata I can’t help but think of the movie (which can’t be a good thing). It amazes me that you can have these poems in your head & just decide to sit down and get them written… Oh, if it were so for me… Have a wonderful new week.
    peace,
    Jane

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