Thread: Crann Bethadh

This is a elegiac poem I wrote that incorporates the Celtic tree of life with some basic Kabbalistic principles from when I had a light interest in that.... er... Philosophy? ... Anyways.. Enjoy!

P.S. I apologize if my punctuation isn't "all there".



Crann Bethadh

I lie within the thorned branches,
Arms as honeylocust, entice, beguile me
Infuse upon me, alluring pretense.
A veil of heaven doth the monkey dawn,
Inviting me to embrace the crown of shame,
Embrace that which leads me the farthest
Away to where I no naught but wrong.
I saw myself searching the boughs,
To find the fruit of eternal salvation,
To reach I stretch, I tear the flesh
Ev'ry move moved through suf'ring
As false hopes lead to false prize,
The apple ever after rotting.
What hope I find is long forgotten
Ev'ry move lost in sorrow,
To surrender: to die,
To continue on: to drag the cross upon the shoulder,
Both paths a soul torn asunder.
Long forgotten now is what once was
Before a life of plow and furrow.
Once light, all light, in all was one.
What light, what sound, the sound inert
and now from knowing what once I had,
I know within myself a pain,
A yearning of what once was,
A cast that has left in it's image a mold
A mold that layeth now nestled in bramble.
But does not each mold have within itself a hollow?
A hollow to be filled?
Then accept the light! adhere to it's cast,
A shape I am to reflect its glory!
Alas. Know not I of but one external fissure,
A breach with which to allow floodgates acquiescence.
A look within may find a spark,
Within as wrought with sick as out,
Within the heart, one piece, a puzzle.
And if I do I see the roots,
A tree which grows underneath;
A mirror image reflected through negative;
Opposite, yet as one,
So much more; so far apart,
It insinuates to suit the needs of those above
By gathering all its might towards reclaim
Of one who lives in searing pain,
Of one incurred seven years and counting.

Nice use of English. Hope to see more.

thanks! here's a short one I wrote:

I Miss Her

Hah! To sleep? How could one sleep with thoughts so enthralled.
I wait.
The comfort comes; the comfort goes.
All serve to distract but I am rapt!
My attention on within. What is that which whirls?
I feel it move, a move inside, a stirring.
An ache in peace, tranquil whirlpool lain stagnant,
A vice which upon tight'ning abates, then caught in suspension.
A gum, one end stretched far across a sea.
An empty sea.
I miss her.

Nice job I like the second one particularly more but the other is swell as well!

Originally Posted by Spenner

Nice job I like the second one particularly more but the other is swell as well!

Ya, the second one is something everyone can relate to. Funny thing is, I didn't even mean for it to be a poem. I just felt compelled to write down exactly how I felt at that moment.

Thanks

I've decided to use this thread to post any stuff I write. I have some sayings I've made. So here they are:

"Considering that life can not exist without death, death can not exist without life and life and death are one; all there is left to do, is to dance." (Derived from a video by Alan Watts I watched. But in my own wording.)

"Life to some is a search with nothing to find but searching itself. Imagine what would happen if they found out there was nothing to search for but what they've already found."

"Those who've worn the blindfold their whole life begin to believe that the darkness is the only truth."

"If for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction then growth happens from within: the farther within yourself that you delve; the farther out you will grow."

"What we see with our eyes can never be as true as what we see through that one point in our hearts."

"Learn from the past, Live in the present, Plan for the future."