33
Beats of Spirit
(Part I)
Poetry
by
Fleming Calder
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2011 by Fleming Calder
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INTRODUCTION
I have always believed that our universe holds more than mere physical attributes. Assuredly, within our time and space, unseen spiritual elements must exist between the atoms and molecules of our outer and inner universes waiting for an opportunity to become discovered and relevant.
Fifteen years ago, in the early hours of a spring morning, my assumption was validated when I awoke writing a catharsis of my life in poetic old English. This true occurrence in my life was very intriguing to me because before that moment I had never scribed verse in such a manner, nor had I really written much verse at all before this instance. An unseen essence, some hidden or peacefully possessed part of me, which lay dormant between the empty spaces of my materiality for more than three decades years, had come to let me know that it was ready to speak in its own unique voice.
Within a period of five years, I put pen to paper and produced an abundant variety of poetry. Some of the poems were more related to spirituality than others - although I believe all poetry is spiritual by nature. In this body of work I have compiled verses relating to the soul, spirit, conscious and subconscious mind, meditative state, and divine. However, these are more from the view point of one individual. Admittedly, I did diverge from this topic slightly with some poems near the end of this work. But, again, as I mentioned, I do believe all poetry is spiritual.
I’m happy to share this compilation of poetry with you entitled “33 Beats of Spirit (Part I).” As suggested in the title, I have included thirty three poems within. Why 33 poems? The number 33 is very meaningful. For example, did you know that: the numerical equivalent of AMEN is 33 (1+13+5+14=33); Jesus performed 33 miracles; Pope John Paul reigned only 33 days as pope; the highest degree in freemasonry is 33; the Hindu Rig Veda has 33 deities? Of course, there are many other references to the number 33 as well. Check it out for yourself.
Also, there will be a “33 Beats of Spirit (Part II) containing another 33 poems to follow this work. This will reference poetic verse pertaining to spirituality in more general terms and in regard to humanity.
In closing, I wish you and your spirit much peace and happiness for this lifetime, and beyond. Enjoy!
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PART I
Spirit of Soul
Silent Lights
Soul Song
Less than a Tick
AUM
In the Spirit of Self
Thoughts to Sense Again
Spirit Quest
Astral Dream
Life Waves
Bindings of Life
Next Turn
Pondering Self
Emptiness
Our Life
Soul Bread
Cosmic One
Understanding Me
Soul of Life
Creativity Flows
Zen-ful Thoughts
Banquet at Sea
Yearning Release
Earthen Hour
Running out of Time
Spirit of Self
Memory Lapse
Some Lunacy
Unsettled Verse
Words
Bound Lines of Thought
Writing a Short Poem
Strings
Down In the City
Midnight Ride
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SPIRIT OF SOUL
Silent Lights
A
lone star
pierces the evening sky
I walk the streets
alone in quiet footsteps
We seem to share
a thought of the universe
- to shine -
uniquely
Its brilliance bursts out
fueled by energies within
My reflections spark within
releasing spirit out
We flicker
until extinguished
waiting for the moment
to be noticed
Soul Song
The strings of my soul
can play any music;
Just ask it a question.
The answer sings strong.
The sound of my heart
keeps thumping in rhythm.
The beat of my conscience
pounds true in life’s song.
But melody wanes
in noise of the moment.
The purest of notes
can never last long.
So, tuning to time,
through prayer and in action,
brings harmony back,
gives sense I belong.
Less than One Tick
Watching and waning,
light of my own universe,
time slips by
without glancing to catch
the moment present.
Minutes slow
to future, from past,
unmindful thoughts
never meant to be.
Yet, passing seconds
rush like the sea
to centered shore,
bringing back sands
to new beginnings,
as innate realization
ripples to notion that
I am less than
one tick in time.
AUM
Such beauty in the word unheard
The love that’s felt cannot disturb
The growing of the inner realm
Unknowingly to do - no tell
The wisdom’s eye will center sight
Embodied word engulfed in white
Transcendent touch of astral plane
The freedom of all thought to fade
One’s mysteries unfold the sound
Long slowing breaths detach the round
That timeless drift stills peace in mind
With whisper flows one word to bind
In the Spirit of Self
Spirit’s essence, saving grace.
Beauty, yet without a face.
Meditation taps this soul,
with a purpose, as a role.
Candle burning - squinting eyes,
heavy, drooping - body lies.
Unearth mystery, through the flame.
Continue vision, have no shame.
Knowledge felt in transient will,
“writing gives a certain thrill.
Soul at peace - Peace in Soul.
Atman - Braham - One, our goal”.
Humble self in austere life.
Live it, don’t take added strife.
Love’s within the world you see.
Secret of the self’s to be.
Inner light with flame of fire,
fill my passion, take me higher.
Wonders never cease when peeked.
Guide me to that place I’ve seek-ed.
Thoughts to Sense Again
Uncanny thoughts imbibe my head,
that creeping, crawling spider’s web.
It settles deep in sunken shell
to waken sound of winner’s bell.
The love’s unleashed in acts of will
that stir the echoes lost to till.
Arise, arise from new year’s dust,
and break the day of north wind’s gust.
Then, follow path to sight of light -
astonishing, un-blinding light.
Where what should be, is what shall be,
and when it is, the will goes free.
This creature falls to death in end,
while victim knows the life to send.
Such insight burns the glaring hour,
with only self, and less the power.
The circle rounds the square that knows.
The shape of eight innately grows.
The withering transcends the touch
in age tonight that brings back much.
To be, it is. To see the pain,
in tears of love, in falling rain.
Oh! Bless the gales and storms that blow.
Yes! Come again, bring sight with snow.
Un-rivaling comes words from heart
of which I know not what to part
or question in my stupor-ed mind.
Is life a trip, or am I blind?