Steve Saunders
22-07-2008, 09:02 AM
two years ago I wrote some emergent poetry as a first go at making some universal processes, woke up today and decided to share one of the poems:
The Rock
In a garden Hiyuki walked, seeking the perfect rock, of which she talked.
Turning a corner did she espy, a rock awaiting her greeting cry.
But how to approach, did she ask, what is the right course just for her task?
How should she be for her empathy, with rock to be in harmony?
Is this the right place from which to relate, would she sit, kneel or stand until late?
What angle of rock best suited her need, best her case for to plead?
Hiyuki adjusted her view and pondered anew.
Was she now in relationship right, with the rock clear in her sight?
Maybe a small change of height would make a new play of the light?
A wiggle to settle in, and then she felt right; this was the place, for her issue to face.
Hiyuki looked at the rock and she said, “that holds a secret, could it be read”.
She thought of the rock, just a little more, “for what are those flecks of lichen copper”?
Thus pondering more, a crystal glinted, ochre for sure, perhaps was hinted.
Hiyuki wondered and trembled, deep within; was that emerald?
She said to her mind, “Oh my, what light that rock does reflect from the sky?”
What could she know of depths so deep, in the inky shadows that creep?
What lost knowing could Hiyuki weather, what tiny a flower a violet heather?
Hiyuki renewed, pondered anew of what knowledge that rock knew.
In its surface colours so bold, the wisdom of ages it seems to hold.
And the cracks reveal surface layers so thin, beneath these layers lie faults within.
Where do they lead, these faults so fine? Why into dark recesses of thine.
And what secrets lie buried in there, in deepest caverns ever so fair?
An old chest all locked and chained, a treasure long hidden, yet to be claimed.
And within the treasure what does she find, a clue to the next thought she untwined.
“The background has knowledge, for sure to be mined.”
What wears the rock sitting in glade, how does it sit, in sun or shade?
What know the flowers and the trees, of light and dark and leaves?
What know the birds and the bees, messengers to please?
What knows the garden, hedges and all, a paradise set within a wall?
What kind of world sets the stone, within the paradise not so alone?
And what of a gardener, designed with care, what knows she of gardening fair?
What thought did break, a garden to make?
And what had inspired, this thought to be transpired?
Where goes thy mind, to the thought pre-divined?
What cause did she need to sew such a seed?
And from within, perhaps was no sin.
And so to the source of a powerful force.
And what then did Hiyuki know, a force in full flow?
She knew it was time, a new garden to make.
But what kind of garden would this be?
And what kind of garden sets herself free?
And what can be in an Eden her own?
And what types of trees, grasses and herbs?
And what of the fauna, water and stone?
And so harmony, peace in that land.
And where then to be in the garden made free?
And so Hiyuki knew, to design this anew.
And to plant with care, the gardening fair.
And to set in place a particular space.
So to be there and free, a true harmony.
So to rest and grow strong, with life full and long,
And then to make sure her garden secure.
Deep in her core, it grows ever more.
Steven
The Rock
In a garden Hiyuki walked, seeking the perfect rock, of which she talked.
Turning a corner did she espy, a rock awaiting her greeting cry.
But how to approach, did she ask, what is the right course just for her task?
How should she be for her empathy, with rock to be in harmony?
Is this the right place from which to relate, would she sit, kneel or stand until late?
What angle of rock best suited her need, best her case for to plead?
Hiyuki adjusted her view and pondered anew.
Was she now in relationship right, with the rock clear in her sight?
Maybe a small change of height would make a new play of the light?
A wiggle to settle in, and then she felt right; this was the place, for her issue to face.
Hiyuki looked at the rock and she said, “that holds a secret, could it be read”.
She thought of the rock, just a little more, “for what are those flecks of lichen copper”?
Thus pondering more, a crystal glinted, ochre for sure, perhaps was hinted.
Hiyuki wondered and trembled, deep within; was that emerald?
She said to her mind, “Oh my, what light that rock does reflect from the sky?”
What could she know of depths so deep, in the inky shadows that creep?
What lost knowing could Hiyuki weather, what tiny a flower a violet heather?
Hiyuki renewed, pondered anew of what knowledge that rock knew.
In its surface colours so bold, the wisdom of ages it seems to hold.
And the cracks reveal surface layers so thin, beneath these layers lie faults within.
Where do they lead, these faults so fine? Why into dark recesses of thine.
And what secrets lie buried in there, in deepest caverns ever so fair?
An old chest all locked and chained, a treasure long hidden, yet to be claimed.
And within the treasure what does she find, a clue to the next thought she untwined.
“The background has knowledge, for sure to be mined.”
What wears the rock sitting in glade, how does it sit, in sun or shade?
What know the flowers and the trees, of light and dark and leaves?
What know the birds and the bees, messengers to please?
What knows the garden, hedges and all, a paradise set within a wall?
What kind of world sets the stone, within the paradise not so alone?
And what of a gardener, designed with care, what knows she of gardening fair?
What thought did break, a garden to make?
And what had inspired, this thought to be transpired?
Where goes thy mind, to the thought pre-divined?
What cause did she need to sew such a seed?
And from within, perhaps was no sin.
And so to the source of a powerful force.
And what then did Hiyuki know, a force in full flow?
She knew it was time, a new garden to make.
But what kind of garden would this be?
And what kind of garden sets herself free?
And what can be in an Eden her own?
And what types of trees, grasses and herbs?
And what of the fauna, water and stone?
And so harmony, peace in that land.
And where then to be in the garden made free?
And so Hiyuki knew, to design this anew.
And to plant with care, the gardening fair.
And to set in place a particular space.
So to be there and free, a true harmony.
So to rest and grow strong, with life full and long,
And then to make sure her garden secure.
Deep in her core, it grows ever more.
Steven