Sunday, April 14, 2013

heaven

far off
just at the limit
of tired temple dog legs
a clearing

sun beams
cut the very sky
cloud splitting heaven
chords spill


it ends
a blink of an eye moment
less than a scientific second
a few tears roll

the monk
gathers the remnant notes
a small gleaning of glory





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26 comments:

  1. hyperCRYPTICalApril 14, 2013 at 9:30 AM

    Lovely. Do appreciate those rare moments when the Earth is stupifyingly beautiful.

    Anna :o]

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  2. alan1704April 14, 2013 at 9:43 AM

    a blink of an eye moment - great lines and emotion captured in this. I enjoyed it.

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  3. WASApril 14, 2013 at 10:00 AM

    beautiful! This poem is so rich it could easily be called "humanity" -- and that last stanza is on fire like a sunset.

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  4. JinksyApril 14, 2013 at 11:15 AM

    small gleaning of glory sounds goo to me...

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyApril 14, 2013 at 11:56 AM

    I adore how the monk finds and treasures those "small moments of glory." The secret of happiness!

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  6. aelfbeeApril 14, 2013 at 12:18 PM

    That's all we get, isn't it? that "less than a scientific second" of inspiration or revelation.

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  7. ZouxzouxApril 14, 2013 at 1:44 PM

    Those crystalline moments are precious. You captured this one beautifully.

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  8. Abin ChakrabortyApril 14, 2013 at 3:39 PM

    gleanings of glory...wonderful expression.as ever.

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  9. SaravApril 14, 2013 at 5:48 PM

    Cloud splitting heaven, chords spill--loved that line. The whole poem is full of gorgeous phrases!

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  10. MaryApril 14, 2013 at 8:04 PM

    It does not surprise me that the monk would find heaven!

    (Thanks for your visit to my blog today!)

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  11. UnknownApril 15, 2013 at 11:09 AM

    These are the moments, strung together, that create wonder and joy in a lifetime.

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  12. Kerry O'ConnorApril 15, 2013 at 11:22 AM

    I so admire the sparseness of your style. Your scenes are always packed with visuals and tangible atmosphere.

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  13. UnknownApril 15, 2013 at 11:17 PM

    scientific second... what a though. loved it.

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  14. adhi dasApril 16, 2013 at 10:08 AM

    i find a small gleaning of glory in ur poem with ur beautiful lines stirring the soul with a soothing sound.Smiles:)God<3u

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  15. AnonymousApril 16, 2013 at 4:25 PM

    best damn poem you have ever written, well done!

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  16. Stormcat PoetryApril 16, 2013 at 5:10 PM

    Anywhere seems more wonderful once inspiration occurs. I'm glad you found an anywhere so lovely.

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  17. Sharp Little PencilApril 18, 2013 at 1:57 AM

    Ollie, I was with my mother when she died. I witnessed her moment of The Thin Place, and suddenly, whatever essence she took with her was evident. There was an old lady lying in my mother's bed.

    That moment. If one is graced to see it, that's the beginning of understanding the Divine. Beautifully paced, lovely poem. Thanks for visiting me as well, Amy

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  18. Matthew John DaviesApril 22, 2013 at 7:18 PM

    Satori!

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  19. rchApril 22, 2013 at 7:25 PM

    Sounds like an awesome jam, this transcends my brother, like the name change ;-)

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  20. RachelApril 24, 2013 at 5:55 PM

    Raw, deep.
    Beautiful.

    A monk worships here. I feel it.

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  21. Brandee ShaferApril 24, 2013 at 7:29 PM

    I love how God does it over and over, but I always feel sad when the golden light fades.

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  22. Mommy EmilyApril 24, 2013 at 10:55 PM

    LOVE this: less than a scientific second
    a few tears roll

    the monk
    gathers the remnant notes
    a small gleaning of glory

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  23. Lisa notes...April 25, 2013 at 11:52 AM

    Those brief moments--they keep us going, yes? Wanted to read your poem slowly because I didn't want to miss a thing. Beautiful.

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  24. AnonymousApril 26, 2013 at 1:37 AM

    And that glory was transmitted here. This part is extra-fabulous:

    "sun beams
    cut the very sky
    cloud splitting heaven
    chords spill"

    I love the image of light as a solid weapon.

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  25. BrennaApril 26, 2013 at 5:21 PM

    "a small gleaning of glory" that will stay with me for quite a while.

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