"Walk With Me Grasshopper", 2019 -------------------------------------------
Come. We will circle the garden.
How is your heart now?
"Strong Master. I value the breath.
It is truly all that I have.
My heart has suffered the world.
It vibrates differently than ever."
Always has it's face into screens.
The screens take up the energy.
It has made great people naive...
You have lot more than just breath -
"Master. I know myself."
Your smile has humbled you.
Go know yourself some more.
Learn your limitations
and do not underestimate the blind.
Your abdomen has eleven segments.
Balance rest and work.
One must do when thought is conceived.
Study plant sources
how you study the brain under brain.
How you study the sky.
Beware of any chemical -
"Master. The other students
say that angels protect you.
Do you know of them as yourself?"
I will tell you about Angels.
At times. Nothing of this calender.
There were two factions of Angels.
Both as pure as the transcendental.
A powerful soul made it's choice to return;
To the four elements as a gender...
One faction of Angels
roared for the return of the soul
The other opposite wept to resist.
An argument in the heaven realm
Took place and at once...
Both factions were called
to have final judgement of the soul.
One faction explained
to The Universal Supreme:
'For this soul has incarnated
many times before, it's journey
is to be proceeded like none other.
We will watch over it
For humanity has little virtue now.
It must go and do more deeds;
It has decided to return on it's own accord.'
The Supreme Power
signaled the other faction to have peace:
'This soul is too divine
to manage Earth once again.
It has done so many times.
Earth is too harsh now for this soul.
We contest our love for it.
It will not trust humanity
So why should it be so?'
The Universal Judgement
Had decide that it must please
both factions with a calling for the soul
Once it's great work was completed here.
The first faction was told
That the soul would go back down to Earth
And so the first of Angels were grateful.
But the second of them felt disregarded.
The Universal Judgement
Gave the second of them an order
and token of decree based upon Light.
That the soul returning
would have short time here
Whereas only a little of it's light
Would grace the Earth among Archons
For the cosmic light
which is the soul's universal identity
Would watch over itself with the Angels.
And when the soul's time was spent
One Angel from each faction
would assist the soul back home
to where it came from.
This meant that the soul
would have an avatar but no incarnation
Since the soul mastered it's past lives
It would never return to Earth again
No matter how many divine years passed.
It would be more powerful
On this other side than ever on Earth.
Both factions were satisfied
and put light over the quarrel.
It was now time for the soul's return -
Into a human body, as a born child.
The Angels surrounded the soul
Bearing gifts, symbolic advice,
weapons of the universal divine
so that the soul remembers itself.
It's light in this realm was so powerful
It showered the faces of each Angel.
And as coded energy
It shot back down to Earth
Into man's mind as thought
Into the bottom of man's spine.
Further into woman's womb as egg.
Out of her portal as ancestor reborn.
From there on
Angels watched over the soul as child.
Do you see grasshopper...
Some souls are greater than others
Some even older than others
Some have been here more times
Than others. What must you ask me?
"As soul will I ever obtain the Golden Glow?"
You must master air, water, fire.
You must master Earth's ills
Those who have it do not fear death.
For they see it as a weapon
used to hold many back.
Fear is more prominent
when Earth loses it's own glow.
Know that you are not the body.
Know that you must empty the mind.
Know that you will walk through fire well.
Before it releases up your column.
Let your feet touch good grass.
Before Earth is scorched
with not much grass left.
Let your soul teach you discipline,
empathy, order and sound defense.
Do not whore yourself for comforts.
Once you have it, do not ever look back.
You'd better be grateful
that this power happened to you.
"Master. Why must you smoke?"
All my flaws have went to leverage.
True self control removes excessive force.
My lady has told me to water those flowers
If you want more truth before practice.
Go and water those flowers.
The young one is coming along..
He will have the great power
Once I've officially diminished.
The feedback was from the viewpoint of a first impression, only to recollect what was already read. There was no intent to play like someone who attacks others work while working for the The New Yorker.
The word "pose" would have been more sustainable
for your paragraph instead of "front".
The idea of "knowing it all" was never there.
If I were attempting to be a critic I would have left unnecessary commentary on several of the pieces of your selection.
Which was never considered.
And as for embarrassment to everybody;
It's too late in life to be caring about what "everybody" here thinks about one in depth cut out of feedback that was recently done.
There's not the slightest of regret after the fact.
Regardless of what anyone would presume or officiate.
Such an extended piece was inspired
by someone else's modern understanding of the I Ching surrounding a student/teacher relationship.
Which I've already have gotten
solid takes on before it arrived here.
Quite frankly put.
The Robert Hughes attitude
wouldn't work much for me
in any environment of artists.
So why return here with that format?
Though, I will say your short contribution
was fair enough - when I desired nothing
Good to know your work makes as much sense as your "criticism". It's art, I respect that. But this is rambling about nothing. You have multiple ideas in the same stanza that relate to nothing in the entire piece. Please understand that some authors take this line of work seriously and dont like having their time wasted reading jibberish that's trying to pass itself off as "criticism". Realise that most authors work very hard and can spend a great deal of time accomplishing things you dont even understand about the world of written word. You can not like something, that's fine, but please I beg of you, do not front as a well versed critic, and say you're going to criticize "in the form of a poem." It's offensive and embarrassing for everyone.