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PROMISE
Let me grow grandsons ground nuts and old
And tell tale of a promise untold
Purer than mild dew that decayed to mildew
A mould on a trail left cold
Let this paper be my body
And this ink my blood
My matter my ether
My words my thoughts
Red wine and the grail
The beloved and twin
The Mary and Thomas
Chalice Well Chennai
The blood and the bone
The cup and the grail
Drink from it eat from it
And in spirit and mind
Let it combine
And come true this time
Let the promise of the legend
Become the seed of your thought
For thoughts become our words
Our words become our acts
Our actions become our ritual
And our rituals define our character
Our character is our seed manifest
And this our gift to all
And tell tale of a promise untold
Purer than mild dew that decayed to mildew
A mould on a trail left cold
Let this paper be my body
And this ink my blood
My matter my ether
My words my thoughts
Red wine and the grail
The beloved and twin
The Mary and Thomas
Chalice Well Chennai
The blood and the bone
The cup and the grail
Drink from it eat from it
And in spirit and mind
Let it combine
And come true this time
Let the promise of the legend
Become the seed of your thought
For thoughts become our words
Our words become our acts
Our actions become our ritual
And our rituals define our character
Our character is our seed manifest
And this our gift to all
Published 22nd Jan 2017
| Edited 23rd Jan 2017
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23rd Jan 2017 7:42am
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23rd Jan 2017 9:23am
Thanks Mourgana- I think too esoteric and inaccessible for most but for those who have searched for the grail both within and without some clarity here
Anonymous
- Edited 23rd Jan 2017 2:20pm
23rd Jan 2017 2:19pm
Last year I went down to Glastonbury for a bit of pilgrimage (I say pilgrimage, it was also a reminiscent binge on incense drenched new-age hippy stores and falafel) and re-visited Chalice Well. I find it interesting that water has always been seen as a gateway to the otherworld (hence the sacred wells) so the metaphorical value of the grail is in itself, a juxtaposition between faith and reality. That's what I found myself thinking about whilst munching on my falafel wrap... anyway, this poem took me right back there and I thank you for that.
Thank you for the read.
Thank you for the read.
24th Jan 2017 2:28am
Hey Missy thanks for the comment - I love wandering around Glastonbury especially at solstice we are born in water and came from water and made of water as befits the feminine principle - and this is represented in the wine and the chalice taken when Christ was on the cross and only the women were present and she went west with Joseph of Arimathea However, the grail was the plate - the bread and body (the male principle and matter) and only one disciple touched his body and he went east to India Separating chalice and grail creating a duality and a polarity Hold that thought...
Anonymous
23rd Jan 2017 11:37pm
This is quite breathtaking. It gave me chills, thinking of the true filling within. Our search...becomes us.
"For thoughts become our words
Our words become our acts
Our actions become our ritual
And our rituals define our character
Our character is our seed manifest
And this our gift to all"
So much truth in these words.
Thank you for sharing such moving ink.
It is a keeper for me.
"For thoughts become our words
Our words become our acts
Our actions become our ritual
And our rituals define our character
Our character is our seed manifest
And this our gift to all"
So much truth in these words.
Thank you for sharing such moving ink.
It is a keeper for me.
24th Jan 2017 2:29am
Hey Deeply thanks for visiting my pages and feeling my words Absolutely all that we seek we will find in ourselves
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