March 5, 2008
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ElectricPoetry: Spiritual Meditation
ElectricPoetry: Spiritual Meditation
“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 centuriesSit 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 robePuzzled 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 existenceCome 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 renascenceAs 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 tideBreathe 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 airI 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
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