Thursday, July 22, 2010

GOPI ELTON POETRY

The Cycle

Daylight to Nightfall,

Around and Around….

Turn to the movie screen. Sit down and relax

Catching my breath….

As I step into the Golden Age

Breathless beauty, natural, fresh

Faces of innocence, strength and dignity

Beside me

Across from me

Everyone belongs

Everyone rules the self and the kingdoms are

Ruled by love

As love is law

Fresh, vital, clean and new



I find myself in Silver, still light, still bright…

Musicians in the huge courtyard lit like

diamonds

Create sounds

of magnificence and joy

A small orchestra honours and blesses

The passing, expiring of my elder relative

Crowns of gold

Are still handed down to kings and their

Queens

Who are like gods



Copper comes as a great celebration…

A reverence

Dancing red, singing purple, running green

Worshipping orange, salutations and sound

The cathedrals and temples we build

Are memories to the golden ancestors now

ghosts

In discovery of religions

We seek

The one God of all religions

In many blind places



As we dive into Iron…

The heart has sunk

The conscience bewitched

Grey, steel, sorrow, freedom lost

Grasping illusionary “mine”

Enchanted by mirages and shadows

We search and search more

Long lost


The sacrificial lambs

Sita taken by Ravan


Then…wonderstruck…almost hopeless

Diamond discovers us and a timely memory

begins to rise

Confluence pulls and the reborn soul

Comes into its own

The star of light is recovered

Alive

Now found

Deserts its amnesia of spirit

Time is come

To awaken and remember



Gopi Elton 2010




Gopi, who lives in Melbourne, has been a meditator for the past 26 years, as well as working as a registered nurse and occasional educator in the area of mental health.


' I have been writing poetry and short thoughtful pieces for as long as I can remember. Would love to pack it all into a book! There has always been a great love to write, and particularly in self expression through the choice of words. Poetry is another special creative medium to project feelings and emotions, and I like to think the writing will stir a heart or a mind. How wonderful it must have been in the courts of the great oriental kings when music and poetry were the favoured ways to unwind and lift the mood!'


No comments:

Post a Comment