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17 Mar 2016 08:56 #234130 by MadHatter
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BUDDHA AT KAMAKURA

"And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura"

Oh ye who tread the Narrow Way
By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day,
Be gentle when the "heathen" pray
To Buddha at Kamakura!


To him the Way, the Law, Apart,
Whom Maya held beneath her heart,
Ananda's Lord the Bodhisat,
The Buddha of Kamakura.


For though he neither burns nor sees,
Nor hears ye thank your Deities,
Ye have not sinned with such as these,
His children at Kamakura;


Yet spare us still the Western joke
When joss-sticks turn to scented smoke
The little sins of little folk
That worship at Kamakura—


The grey-robed, gay-sashed butterflies
That flit beneath the Master's eyes—
He is beyond the Mysteries
But loves them at Kamakura.


And whoso will, from Pride released,
Contemning neither creed nor priest,
May feel the soul of all the East
About him at Kamakura.


Yea, every tale Ananda heard,
Of birth as fish or beast or bird,
While yet in lives the Master stirred,
The warm wind brings Kamakura.


Till drowsy eyelids seem to see
A-flower 'neath her golden htee
The Shwe-Dagon flare easterly
From Burmah to Kamakura;


And down the loaded air there comes
The thunder of Thibetan drums,
And droned—"Om mane padme oms"—
A world's width from Kamakura.


Yet Brahmans rule Benares still,
Buddh-Gaya's ruins pit the hill,
And beef-fed zealots threaten ill
To Buddha and Kamakura.


A tourist-show, a legend told,
A rusting bulk of bronze and gold,
So much, and scarce so much, ye hold
The meaning of Kamakura?


But when the morning prayer is prayed,
Think, ere ye pass to strife and trade,
Is God in human image made
No nearer than Kamakura?

Rudyard Kipling

Knight of the Order/Youth Officer/IP Team lead.
Training Master: Jestor
Apprentices: Lama Su, Leah
Just a pop culture Jedi doing what I can

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19 Mar 2016 23:22 #234599 by user15542
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Tuesday

Your children, in their way
Fathered you to me,
Return themselves in you

Broken lines trace back
Adrift through shifting lands
And times to us unknown

All laying itself bare,
With eyes that cannot see,
With voice that cannot speak.

An outpost forms within,
A jetty, ocean-hewn
A once-glimpsed hinterland

Teeth can gnash, no fear
Through pain, resilience
These words an oath inside

One-handed, not one-eyed
The sundered throne restored
Within its living shrine.
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22 Mar 2016 23:34 #235254 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 71

'If one uses knowledge and craft to stir up the people and arouse their wicked hearts, he will again use cunning and craft to check their deception'

~ Wang Pi ~

« Si l'on se sert du savoir et de l'artifice pour ébranler les gens et envenimer leurs cœurs malicieux, il se servira encore de la rouerie et de l'artifice pour abréger leur fourberie »


Un monde de princes,
À chacun son pouvoir
De se satisfaire,
De voir ses souhaits exaucés,
De faire ouvrer, par ses charmes, tous ses « ça » ;
Quand tout « ça » se révolte,
Encore ses charmes se déroulent
Afin que « ça » change...

Mon petit prince
A son pouvoir
De satisfaire à souhait,
De me faire ouvrer, par ses charmes, ce « ça » ;
Quand je me révolte,
Toujours, son charme l'obnubile,
Et rien ne change...

*

A world of princes,
Each with one's power
To self-satisfy,
To see ones wishes granted,
To work, by one's charm, all one's “its” ;
When “it” all revolts,
Yet one's charm unrolls
So that “it” changes...

My little prince
Has his power
To satisfy as desired,
To work me, by his charm, this “it” ;
When I revolt,
Always, his charm shadows it
And nothing changes...
Alexandre Orion
22 mars 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson

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23 Mar 2016 22:52 #235404 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 72

Il mendia un grain,
Qu'un seul, un don de sustentation,
Un demi-brin de sincérité
Sur quoi s'accrocher

Il eut alors un bol de baratin
Dans toutes les gentilhommières
Où il fut accueilli
Par passade et au passage

De part en part,
De monde en monde

Où qu'il allât, il semait
Dans des champs fécond de sincérité
Les grains qu'il n'eut pas
Dont il put se l'accrocher

*

He begged a grain,
Only one, a gift of sustenance,
A half-whit of sincerity
Upon which to hang his Hope

He had a bowl of blarney
In all the country manors
Where he was welcomed
By fancy and in flight

From place to place,
From world to world

Wherever he went, he sowed
In the fertile fields of sincerity
The grains he never got
Which he could never have
Alexandre Orion
23 mars 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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24 Mar 2016 09:37 - 24 Mar 2016 09:38 #235441 by Alexandre Orion
Minstrel of Hell





Sing songs unto Satan
And cradle his curse
And be sure of response you accept,
For the last phase of Evil's
Critique of your strain
As a Minstrel of Hell you'll be kept …

And command will be made
Of your lyrical gift
To perform in His dark citadel,
Whilst torment tastes fingertips
Strumming your lute :
Celebrated, you, Minstrel of Hell …

And the sweet tones of screams
Will replace the soft croon
That you wasted on Love Songs before,
When you whispered to moon-light
On Mid-summer's Night
With the heart-ful of Hate that you bore …

When you mocked your own Life
With denial and Shame,
Never sharing the Truth with yourself,
And your mind was kept buried
In Thunderheads damp
Whilst your Heart was kept wrapped on a shelf …

Never ventured to Live
In the songs that you wrote,
Thinking Love was a Fiction ill-dreamt,
Now, a Minstrel of Hell
You review your façades,
And you know you're from beauty exempt …

Sing songs unto Satan
And cradle his curse
For he loves you as everyone said,
And wallow in what you are,
Minstrel of Hell,
For to us, you are merely dead.




(This was found by a friend of mine in Anaheim, CA … It was from an earlier collection that was written in 1994, under the name of Sir Rillem – a younger Jedi, now known as Alexandre Orion – when he was a little too cocky and proud of him(my-)self.) :blush:

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
Last edit: 24 Mar 2016 09:38 by Alexandre Orion.
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24 Mar 2016 10:36 #235444 by Edan
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I love it Alex!

Understanding in the place of indifference
Compassion in the place of cruelty
Action in the place of apathy
Peace in the place of violence
Mercy in the place of vengeance
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24 Mar 2016 11:07 - 24 Mar 2016 11:08 #235446 by Proteus
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In days of rain
Through nights of pain
When times are dark
I miss you

In moods of mad
In times so sad
With smiles so few
I miss you

In nights so cold
Without your hold
No thoughts of new
I miss you

In dreams so sweet
Through love I meet
The thought of how
I miss you

In times of change
When all seems strange
All that I do
Is miss you

In ways too real
How cold I feel
It hurts so bad
I miss you

In thoughts so deep
With tears I weep
I cry because
I miss you

With hope so strong
In pain so long
I hope you know...

I miss you.


- G. E. Marrs


:unsure:

It seems that I know that I know.
What I would like to see is the 'I' that knows me when I know that I know that I know.
- Alan Watts
Last edit: 24 Mar 2016 11:08 by Proteus.
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24 Mar 2016 22:43 #235522 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 73

La hélice aux courbes multiples
Et multicolores tracées par points
Pointés, comme grains de sable
Dans un tourbillon, soufflés et spiralés
D'un centre inconnu vers un lointain retour
Au centre de ce même centre ;
Une main tendue,
Une fois prise, devra rouvrir,
Pour laisser s'envoler
La poignée de points,
Aspirés dans les courbes
Multicolores et multiples
Tournant et retournant
À la hélice.

*

The helix of multiple and multicoloured
Curves traced by precise
Points, like the grains of sand
In a whirlwind, blown and spiralled
From an unknown centre toward a distant return
To the centre of this same centre ;
A hand held out,
Once taken, must re-open
To let fly away
The handful of points
Aspirated into the curves
Multicoloured and multiple
Turning and returning
To the helix.
Alexandre Orion
24 mars 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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25 Mar 2016 22:39 #235713 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 74

On ne veut que de parler,
D'échanger un peu plus que
Quelques syllabes,
Peut-être partagera-t-on une étincelle
D'humanité commune,
Quelque-chose de plus chaleureux
Que toute la masse étouffante
De la condition Humaine.

Hélas, non ! On veut trop !
Et ce vœux du contact humain
Devrait se négocier
Dans le commerce électronique
Comme par convention,
Par stérilisation de la masse
Dans laquelle on s'étouffe
Conditionnés à n'être guère humain.

*

One only wants to talk,
To exchange a little more than
Some syllables,
Maybe one will share a spark
Of common humanity
Something more warm-hearted
Than all the suffocating mass
Of the Human condition.

Alas, no ! One wants too much !
And this wish for human contact
Should be negotiated
In the electronic commerce
As per convention,
By sterilisation of the mass
In which one suffocates
Conditioned to be hardly human.
Alexandre Orion
25 mars 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson

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27 Mar 2016 01:10 #235877 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 75

De la chambre au 51ème,
La ville dessous fut une toile lumineuse
Scize par le méandre noir du fleuve ;
L'estuaire, plus loin, et ces tours de contre-Babel
Où les marchés du monde
Parlent tous la même langue –

Un souvenir fugitif,
Ni surtout pas mien,
Montra le paysage vierge
D'un « autrefois » imaginaire,
Plein de sens :

Tout ce cirque
En électricité et en acier,
Bâti en carré pour tourner en rond
À donner sens par des signatures
Signés sans sang
Ni chaud, ni froid …

Et puis

… faire signifier des signifiants
Ce qu'on souhaitait qu'ils signifiassent
Cependant, la plupart de ces signes souhaités
N'ont onque signifié trop !

Et les cygnes tournent paisiblement
En rond dans la mare.

*

From the room on the 51st floor,
The City below was a web of light
Incised by the black meander of the river ;
The esturary, a bit farther off, and these Towers of contre-Babel
Where the markets of the world
All speak the same language –

A fugitive memory,
And surely not mine,
Showed the virgin landscape
Of an imaginary “yester-time”
Full of meaning :

All this circus
Of electricity and steel,
Built squarely to turn in circles
To give meaning with signatures
Signed without blood
Neither warm nor cold...

And then

… making things mean
What we meant them to mean
Yet, most of that meant meaning
Never really meant much !

And the swans swim peacefully
In circles in the pond.
Alexandre Orion
27 mars 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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