The irenicon
'The irenicon' poem - a story about the ancient Celtic trees and their relationship to the formation of modern language, the calendar, the pantheons of gods and goddesses, and just about everything else has been placed under the painting of the same name. Go to the right and drag down to read it. As a poet I would rather leave the interpretation to you. I know that your comments will be genuine...
There are explanatory notes about the letters in the Beth-Luis-Nion sequence relating to other poems that employ the Dichetal o Chennaib (Language of the Finger Tips). Bear with them please... the tree alphabet gets hard to understand at times, particularly on rainy days (like it does here a lot in Whanganui-a-Tara (Wellington)). I am tempted to give you a feed for our weather cams, but the Ngauranga Gorge southerly has put them out of action.
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Phi-nding the Philospher's Stone
Greenstone (pounamu) boulder from Big Bay. Last legal greenstone expedition - all thanks to Moamotauranga (the intellectual moa) and Hone Kakarikiana (the silent parrot).
Detail from 'Whitebait's Partial Autobiography'
'...the perfect subject for parallel-worlds experiments would be a paradoxically complex simpleton, a 'magnetised schizophrenic' who would be aware of the split into two worlds which occurs when a quantum measurement is made'.
Wisdom from the 'Incunabula': http://deoxy.org/inc1.htm
THE PATH TO A HIGHER PLANE
They say faces so beautiful
may launch a thousand ships
But such a face in no way -
reflects the beauty of the all.
Only that is worth
The flight within one's self
Flight to death of the Old Ways
Old ways where blood is spilled
For man's ego.
The ultimate Achilles Heel
Is failure to admit one's infallibility
In the face of All
To weep longingly
In hope of such revelation
Is folly
For in the depths of Styx
Is rebirth.
To love a woman
Is only the first degree of understanding
For in her love
Is first introduction to the Way
Of a silent warrior
Searching for peace, not victory.
"The secret protects itself"
I will flee -
The bed it lies in is unworthy.
Delicate love and powerful opposition
Unite where words in themselves,
Have no importance.
Come to El-Ar
If you can ascend the stairs
There is no magic carpet here
Only simplicity and humility.
Practice neither
For now they lie innate.
The next step across the waters
Leads to greater things.
But to reach the waters
of mystery
First walk upon the land
To cross waters
You'll take a ship
And that is the second stage
Of confronting the all.
You must become
Separated from all you know
Become the sailor
On much vaster seas.
Navigate by stars above
Learn the secrets below.
For now friend
You are like the moth
You have sight, but...
You have no memory
It will be time
And time again
For you to burn
In your imagination.
more to come......
gold leaf, acrylic, glitter and photo taken at Big Bay, Aotearoa
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