By Yesu Ben
Before the sun can penetrate your veil
to make of thee a white winged angel free,
you must, Lanoo, peel off your guise, your jail
and slay your mortal lunar self and flee.
For to possess your soul, fight Self and flesh,
twins, and yet one must perforce disappear
and in the struggle, must taste pain and thresh
‘til sense and person cease to interfere.
Till snake and serpent rise above the head
and unify the Spirit and the man,
till every drop of his blood has been shed
and he becomes himself the Path he scans,
Till then he cannot be a god of air
for true gods don’t a shroud or mantle wear.
ON HPB’s THE VOICE OF THE SILENCE
YB
Tip 22:
Guys, i hope you wouldn't mind this piece of advice that i have been meaning to share. It is good to work for a citation, an award, a mention, a trophy or prize, but the true measure of a poet comes not in the approval gained. Remember Emily Dickinson whose 2000 poems were ignored while she was still alive. Her poems were posthumously discovered after her death. Same with Franz Kafka, Henry David Thoreau, and many more. What i am saying is this: when you write because writing makes you happy, regardless of conformity to standards, meters, rhymes, and the eventual approval by your peers, then yours is the world and everything in it...know what i'm sayin?. Let not the glamour interrupt your flight towards perfection.
November 16, 2021
