BEGGAR

Very good keep on.

thanks Col for visiting - writings a habit I can't help but carry on - Bless

There is so much to this, Brother. The immediate alliteration of rush/moves and comforted/consensus sets the pace of this before being contrasted with the loneliness of the jungle -

The way of the jungle is lonelier
A sick aloneness as on an ocean liner  struck me as ironic

There is lonely and then there is a sick lonely - something I've never thought about before now. But it rings true in the gut regardless.

The rhyme in the second stanza breaks the melancholy of loneliness with rhythm and music with an underlying philosophical statement, as though derived from the very loneliness in the previous stanza.

Whether we know
Or do not know
We are all fighting for our lives
A battle no body survives
Only the soul/sole

I love the double entendre of "body" as in reference to not only an individual but collective ending with soul/sole - as in depth and bottom/ Spiritual and physical/heaven and the grave.

The following two stanzas were interesting and layered in meaning, for me, anyway.

I want to beg my teacher
Am I mallet chisel marble
Constantly carving at myself
Or is there another way to be
Or is this pound pitch scrape
The art of life

I want to walk with him
Beneath the mountains of the Himalayas
But I only find the blue of phacilia fields
And the foul freedom red poppies bring

These are questions we ask of ourselves and our ascended masters as well as our God/s depending on one's belief. But the questions are posed in such a unique sense from the ordinary "Who am I" "What am I doing here", "What is my purpose" etc. Is there an easier way to become what I am to become, i.e. - setting the angel in the marble free as Michaelangelo did. I felt that reference to be brilliant in that we are all carvings from dust and create ourselves daily with the choices we make. The final two lines of the duo is such a wondrous reference to the Emerald City we seek. from the dark forest of our lives. And yet, sometimes we don't find it right away, only another yellow brick road to follow.

The next two stanzas are a magnificent testament to accepting the responsibility of our choices.

I let my eyes well in languor of self pity
But this leash on me was my gift to me
Pulled by myself
Whether applauding or appalling
I mine myself alone
The marble found
I gift the veins to the artist

I feel the battle of a servant
Who sat them in the rain
And the chef
Who left the chicken bloody
And of a veinless legged beggar
As I beg at the palace of a king
And feel the chisel carve
And grin without a smile

By each decision we birth our future, by every kindness and/or crime, and we  have no one to blame but ourselves. But, ultimately realize that these experiences, despite how tragic or painful they may seem, are merely gifts of experience to ourselves that we may learn contrast. The final two lines is accepting one's lot with the knowledge that with every carve the structure changes shape and assumes a newer look.

Let me smile without a grin
Please for better or worse
Search for knowledge or kin
Or must I carve another verse

The smiling without a grin carried on from the previous verse is a reiteration of genuineness vs. smugness, imho. That despite our blessings or curses, or those of others, we should be authentic in our living, in our praise, in our compassion and empathy. We walk along these roads of life and meet those who are kindred and blessings - reminders of light along the path that shines away the shadows of lonesomeness - trims the jungle back so that the trek seems less dangerous or tedious. Kindred provides a respite of relief as an oasis in a desert. Come rest awhile with me - set down your chisel for awhile and rejoice in life.

Beautifully done. Brother.

this is such a constructive and considered note - let me consider it further - thank you my Sister

beautifully done indeed

Ahavanti,
A brilliant synopsis.

Well spoken,and I'm
sure well received as
it only emphasizes the
skill of the poet to
a greater degree;
praising their efforts.

Bravo,love
Jamie

you should know the depth you have brought to us here exposes a deeper mind even in the company those unafraid to scout the depths of knowledge

In humility thank you fine wanderer for sitting by this fire your words warmed me
what is the painting of in your avatar/icon

yes. an icon in black looking at a city from a safe distance. safe for him safe for the city

Ahavati, my sister "setting the angel in the marble free as michaelangelo did" Wow - this is the quintessence

Life is hard tho we wish it wasn't - where it is not hard is when we are asleep and/or not awake
For some justto survive their efforts have to be superhuman everyday - how could we aspire/believe it to be less so for those who choose the Way of the Poet - the Poets' discernment is the detachment (contrast) to see and feel (empathise) others And also ourselves and then (inshallah) the one who sees us

the way we learn this discernment is by taking Theroux road less travelled (whether internally or externally) - just some thoughts

Hey Mourgana thanks so much for the appreciation and inspiration

Thanks moonfire much appreciated

Nice work

You've sent me freaking pacing my whale!
be'Cause of this summation :

"Whether we know  
Or do not know  
We are all fighting for our lives  
A battle no body survives  
Only the soul/sole  

I want to beg my teacher  
Am I mallet chisel marble  
Constantly carving at myself  
Or is there another way to be  
Or is this pound pitch scrape  
The art of life "


Exactly... now I've lingering effects
  miss ya love ;)


-Howlings

My dear Whelms - I'm still tripping on paradrops of Moksha - so touché;)

I know it is and yes meant every word  ;)