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David A Taylor



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PostPosted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 3:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you Peter, it seems that boundaries between poetry and Plato dissolve in the quest for Truth....just as the Plato forum has much potential for inspiration may it also be that poets may inspire philosophers...

As understanding dawns
and darkness yields to shadows long
beseeching the mighty midday sun
will come soon and not take too long...

Enquiring starts with questions born
taking life in quiet or storm
all comes to him that asks
who am I that makes this mark?

And thrice the answer comes
in body, mind and soul anon
each one in sequence is ordained
to be distinguished; then joined the same.

You speak of three and I see One
God the father, nature's womb
give birth to thee and every form
whence would you conceive them come?


"All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;"
Alexander Pope. An Essay on Man

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PostPosted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 6:15 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

How wonderful, David. The Pope of course I know and revere, as does our splendid moderator. (I hope he still reads his own forum. He should do because it might be coming alive again.)

So we can speak to each other in verse - you in poetry, yet I slip to doggerel, I’m afraid. (I’m always thinking of musical settings, you see.)

The case for One is overwhelming, I know, yet I gently avow it’s a case made in Three.

Lift the baton…..

You see one I see three
Yet it’s the same reality
We are born in one yet nod to two
Regain in three the single view

What for God is Unity
For man is Blessed Harmony
I sincerely wish to make this connection
In three is One’s resurrection.
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PostPosted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 11:29 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dear Peter,
we have no disagreement,
I'm sure,
since your devotion to Truth,
I sincerely adore.
If doggerel be
the medium you choose,
I am sure in your hands
it will provide clues.
In many cases I admit
that three would seem to fit.
But pray answer this;
where the past and the future
merge in one moment eternal
and all knowing consciousness
endows supreme bliss.
When good and bad
become simply Is
and observed and observer
cease to exist,
where then are the three
on which you insist?

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 8:08 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you David, It has been a pleasant joust, but who could find any real dissonance in what is clearly a unity. Let me wrap up my account with this final cadence, a kind of one in three - or is it three in one?

The inner petals of the rose
Secretly unfold
Revealing in her perfumed prose
A story yet untold

If you ever wish to see
A picture of eternity
Look into these blissful faces
Sometimes it moves amongst these places

Night falls and each living petal
Suckles to its inner cousin
Closer, closer do they settle
Till all is one in unison
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PostPosted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 2:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

On doggerel

Perhaps some humour would not here be found amiss
to muse on poetic styles that might result in bliss;
my reader is thus invited to consider this:

As Pope was and I also, so be inclined
to comment on those lines which simply rhyme,
and in their candour would seem to be amiss,
if not with the subtle art of poetry, they are kissed?
But on the premise that to melodies will soon be set
such that in the listener's hearing dwells no regret?

Doest that mean where then the reader is upset
without a finer art, those thoughts in words expressed;
when hearing words the same, in ballads or in raps
in rhapsody they will then become enwrapt?
What art might a musician bring to bear,
upon those words which are expressed less fair?

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 2:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Mathematicians, equations, words and poets

In this I must confess my deepest admiration
for those worlds described by masters of their craft
in poets hands a panorama of immense wonder
and mathematicians a hidden fabric do describe
both bring from those worlds ethereal to our eyes
a habitation on which the soaring intellect can ride.

And now a profoundness in my appreciation
as affinity with both is truly sought
equations show entanglement of time with space
where gravity these dimensions does displace
and words' will, brings forth into this creation
the hearts indwelling motive force with grace.

I look upon the galaxies in wonder
and see in man all elements the same
how the greatest philosophers of ages
sought to understand this vastness which abounds
and categorise into well reasoned cases
the types of all that here is, to be, and found.

Equations hint at mighty forces
and speak to us of particles entwined
endowed with knowledge in their making
appearing then returning to that primeval ground
as poets with their muses' graces
seek words as yet un-formed by man.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 6:55 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The West Lake

Hangzhou lay contentedly at my feet in the mist of a sultry industrial haze
as coach loads of chattering tourists disembarked at the lakeside.
A slightly portly local tourist reclined against the sloping trunk
of a delicately tipped willow tree reaching out to the still lake.
A photo opportunity replicated by a number of tourists, as I watched
the man nearby with a revolving brass divination instrument.
The willow tree called a halt to my ethnographic observations
declaring it had more to contribute than a mere photographic leaning post.

The willow, in the entirety of its being, spoke so quietly and gently
that, it seemed to me, no one else heard its message!
It told me of its beginnings, a mere seed of potential falling on the lakeside
and, being fed on the shore, how its roots found the waters of the lake below.
It said it had forgotten its roots as it strived to grow and survive over many years
reaching vainly up to the sun god and its nocturnal reflection, but never reaching the goal.
And then one day as its slender branches drooped in despair towards the lake
they finally touched the still water and instantly he remembered his roots were already there.

I walked on in silence with a shining countenance which smiled at all the passers by
as the surface of the still lake shone in all their faces, overrunning the confines of the shore
and presenting in its reflections the whole universe laid out before us.
I ceased all striving for the sun god, content in the remembrance of my origin.
Thank you dear willow, you remain in my heart always.

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PostPosted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 6:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Plato and Poetry

"And now since we have reverted to the subject of poetry, let this our defense serve to show the reasonableness of our former judgment in sending away out of our State an art having the tendencies which we have described; for reason constrained us. But that she may impute to us any harshness or want of politeness, let us tell her that there is an ancient quarrel between philosophy and poetry; of which there are many proofs, such as the saying of ‘the yelping hound howling at her lord,’ or of one ‘mighty in the vain talk of fools,’ and ‘the mob of sages circumventing Zeus,’ and the ‘subtle thinkers who are beggars after all’; and there are innumerable other signs of ancient enmity between them. Notwithstanding this, let us assure our sweet friend and the sister arts of imitation that if she will only prove her title to exist in a well-ordered State we shall be delighted to receive her—we are very conscious of her charms; but we may not on that account betray the truth. I dare say, Glaucon, that you are as much charmed by her as I am, especially when she appears in Homer?
Yes, indeed, I am greatly charmed.
Shall I propose, then, that she be allowed to return from exile but upon this condition only—that she make a defense of herself in lyrical or some other meter?"

Socrates, most revered in our quest of truth,
'midst these learned pages with trepidation treads
a humble poet with his beloved muse,
in exile from his state fed bed.

Between these texts of philosophical debate,
he gently writes of love, and all men's fate.
Two paths to freedom the wise have divined
and both have surely stood the tests of time.

You seek knowledge through reason's gate
with art of dialectic most adept in truth’s debate.
The poet through meter and by rhymes
seeks to enter all men’s hearts by lines.

What say you then to me, of the aim to free,
those less fortunate than thee?
Without learning of the classic texts
with hearts far greater than their heads.

Pray tell me what more defense
is needed to cross your stately fence?

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PostPosted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:45 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Wild flowers

I leaf through the pages where the dried flowers lie carefully pressed,
each a memory of time past, bestowing a faded colour and desiccated form.
Some are much treasured with interesting features and intricate texture,
but they do not smile at me like they did on that summer's day,
when we laughed together and bathed in the sunlight without shadows.
Then I knew what you are and in that same breath that gave knowledge
I lost everything I own in the bliss of your timeless scent.
I will not pick you again, but vow to return to the path adorned with wild flowers.

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PostPosted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 7:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Staying in the Light

It was a dry day with hot sun melting through a blue sky.
The birds flew cautiously from shade to shade
and even the floating eagles ceased to soar high.
The stars did not mind, nor the host of angels above
singing sweetly without and within the earth and the heavens.
Or perhaps, without any without, where all is simply within.

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 6:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

That light of lights which lighteth all
and to no impediment will admit,
by which the heaven's stars are surely kissed.
Where all difference in shape or form
become an insubstantial imagined mist,
upon the silent face of thy eternal bliss.
Where shall I find You, if not now and here,
for You will never die nor hide from earnest quest;
that one abode which does banish every fear,
in deepest heart and so; so very near.

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 5:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The power of words a poet may impress,
upon the minds of those who rightly quest.

Where all these words there fail to ever reach,
will that be known to he who truly seeks?

To who shall words impart a meaning thus,
with meaning yet to form from primal dust?

The knower, known and knowing in between;
when all one, need not words by which to be.

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 12:52 pm    Post subject: Intensions Reply with quote

Indifference for the outcome;
not related to the intent.
It is as is, and as will be,
the starting point on that depend.
Unfolding then from heart's pulsate
impulse to be afresh anew
spotless without mark or colour,
clear like sweetest dew dropping now
telling of it's perfect nature.
Devotion be the starting point,
Thence rivers of joy flow and go
whence? to meet their ordained intent.

Cheryl
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 11:50 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dear Cheryl

Two Birds in a Tree

It seems You leave a shadow here and a hint on the periphery of my vision
an unanswered question and a pondering on meaning unresolved
all is in part and each part unknown to its role in the wholeness
no wonder then I roam in quest of fulfilment and look for perfection.

But You take me in Your arms in that place which words do not express
and from there I unfolds in the fullness of Your eternal bliss
no longer eating the fruits of Your created tree
but seated in its roots, at rest, I simply be.

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 6:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Contemplation

So many analogies each failing in its essential purpose
with only a hint at the Truth of all this in manifestation.
They speak of snakes in ropes or caves with shadows,
of the pure white screen on which all this is projected.
I think in time and space, believe in birth and death and yet...

Time will not tell, or words speak, or forms inform,
no well so deep, no ocean so vast, no place so high,
no description complete, no sublime thought finer
no man or god the wiser, no explorer Your finder.

You, being here and there, then, now and ever,
so close and yet far, how will I ever find You?
Separated by less than one atom of thought:
That close. So near. The height of imminence
and always, always beyond any grasping.

When I walk shall I forget the earth?
When I breathe, forget the air?
When I swim, forget the ocean?
I am, but still I forget Thee.

I watch in full knowing bliss, whether known or not,
unknowing the only barrier, and then;
when that imposter the searcher surrenders
and ceases all striving for the unattainable;
then, as if awakened, I am no other.

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