Hop Along Frogs

Frogs bounce hop-along

slimy balls, heave ho!

So cuddly for a frog, warts and all-

Send shivers all along;

But don’t you dare

or make a splash in my soup tureen!

Frogs pounce with ladles

So fantastic spittle festooned

Flies stay put for their meal;

Hop-along, slime for slime

To whichever pond you find

But don’t you dare

or make a splash in my soup tureen!

It makes me goggle eyed

Such finesse has a croak

As crooked as Quasimodo’s

carillon.

Slow Stain of Beginnings

Where shall I begin or end

Loses its meaning over broadcloth

Of stars from which we

devise symbols as we will.

Leave the loom and maker

Whose rede is not ours to reckon.

What do we read or trace our pointer

for others is our own.

In the birth of star

We shall rejoice and wail with bitter tears

For the loss of our innocence

Since no amends we may make

For a star that has died

In the cosmic mirth of beginnings.

benny

14 Nov,13

     

A Quatrain- from Omar Khayyam

The sky is strewn with batter’d clouds and wind

A menagerie of sorts, makes from scraps.

Winds of change turn glory of man a thing wild

To disgrace, and the wind to stillness drops.

benny

Before the Beginning

We are Space We are Time©

 

 

Before beginning was Consciousness

Shall we begin with words?

Sense shall serve us for stars

In their birth in the nursery of Knowing;

Red dwarves or worm holes

Make no sense till we dandle them-

Theorems are fine and logic holds

While our very sense is lost

in the tangle of semantics.

In the beginning was Word

What is Consciousness

Unless named at some point?

From where we range our inside out 

Past Stars, and Time

Shall we name our stars as our very being?
( originally posted in bennythomas’ weblog)

benny

 

Upon My Soul

This Soul Thing

I can’t read a man by his gait;

Nor I am much for Iris by the gate

I see the eye and my blinking stare 

Sees not her iris but smile;

I can’t tell least of my soul

Though my very life I swear.

All that colors the world wears and

Holds promises never meant to keep

I know I must see through with Intent.

Intent is but wind unless I prove it

By deeds that speak best for me.

Only my deeds have I to discern

The verity of Soul : I swear by it

benny

RUMInations

Quote#1

 


Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers – “Here I am!” ~Rumi


Love when lost finds its way back to source, this much I know, drawn from my mothers milk.

ii

Had not love its own wisdom this earth would be wilderness

With all bleached bones of love left behind.


Quote#2


Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? ~Rumi


No walls dare fall though I am down

For I am the door that finds its feet up
.

ii

Oh keeper of Ignorance How shall you keep One

Who is neither here nor there behind prison walls?

You have done unimaginable crime

Against your own soul.

(reprinted from Bennythomas’weblog)

benny

A Song of the Road: a ballad

In the heart of matter I was

E’en before the worlds began:

How can I not know

Adam’s fall from grace?

 

Refrain:

I travel light and every mile

My bags swell

With a light hollow feel:

I have been here before!

 

Do I lightfoot forward

Or  redemption to follow?

On Impulses found

Or drunk to the numb with sorrow?

 

Refrain:

I travel light and every mile

My bags swell

With a light hollow feel

I have been here before!.

 

I was there ‘n the tree of life

And the forbidden fruit

(Free from blame and sorrow)

I am the king of the road.

 

Refrain:

I travel light and every mile

My bags swell

With a light hollow feel

I have been here before!

 

I’m the bard’s tongue and the point

Of an assassin’s knife.

I am the wound and the healing;

For a king must wing it!

 

Refrain:

I travel light and every mile

My bags swell

With a light hollow feel

I have been here before!

 

I am the isle and the sea of change.;

So much so I am at home,

In sodden ditch or in a camp

By the dying fire amidst ashes.

 

Refrain:

I travel light and every mile

My bags swell

With a light hollow feel

Let not hold me back.

A Space Walk-

 

By slanting rain

That beat a tattoo

The cobweb is shot through;

Yet its solitary occupant

A spider,

Reviews he, his options

Like an astronaut

who with care takes

The spacewalk

Among stars a-glitter,

At his feet.

benny

 

Bend It Like Bamboo

I can teach you how

You may kowtow;

Or slice carps or mullet

As an expert;

If you be a traveler

Survival skills I can impart;

But it will do you no good.

Life’s journeys begin from within

And every by lane,

Within the whole circle

where roads man-made, are

turnpikes,-pass over

and find yourself

At the centre,-

Where Nature’s unwritten markers

guide your feet.

If nature has taught,

You have learnt something more than

Mere practice of art.

Ah, then I shall teach you

Willingly what you lack.

I shall also profit from my lessons.

benny

Song of the Pebble

I wrote a song and threw it

Into the flow of life;

why should I complain

if I picked out a stone?-

My pain is neither here nor there.

My song was made up

of sounds and words:

the stone was natural and smooth

A marvel that my words never shall

Quite enclose with art nor will.

benny