Boundaries

No sound disturbs
The cloud curled steeps of sea green pines
whose clinging oceanic thoughts
are freed, released from malted slopes.
Respired slow , the sallow spirals
herd to high, still, corrugations,
Their purse; a billion brooches
For their keep.


And, then a Raven
Barks its gloat across the drab pavilions
A dauntless hermit sculls away,
on myth buoyed strokes, to beat the bounds.
Carried from the pinioned ridge
away to secret monasteries.
Climbing from embroidered
oriental looms of Beech

Reviews

[lightsong]

maybe I was unable to grasp exactly all Your words because of my English, but for me it was the stillness of silence, where the past, now and future come into one moment, when everything and everyone at the serene power, being the "true" beings they are, and You witness it all, see, feel and grasp it all, from the small bird infront of You, to a whisper from ancient times, for me this poem is deeply personal, echo with profound thoughts, written from Your own heart to Your own heart, calm yet You encourage it all that's around You to rise, a call for real freedom, where there are, yes no boundaries...

[Alistair (Ali)]

Wow! thank you so much- and believe me, there is nothing wrong with your English!
Nature offers me a chance to return, There are those who say it is an escape- but for me it is a return-albeit a brief one- to where we all began.
I become the "I" that exists in Everything and Nothing-
Thank you my friend.

[lightsong]

I must agree with You my friend, it's indeed the genuine core where real exsisteo exists!
read moreI must agree with You my friend, it's indeed the genuine core where real exsisteo exists!

Thank You too, for understanding me, and my English :)

[Sami Khalil]

Very beautiful and enchanting. You take us into those moments that are woven in nature and magic.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly- it is our home, and there are treasures to be found- and Corvus Corax is one of the best birds on the planet!

[Sami Khalil]

All true. You are welcome, Alistair.

[emmajoy]

' Carried from the pinioned ridge ~ away to secret monasteries.'

Happens one can lose Self in a place where both nest and liberty are.. .. Then, in one foul swoop silence is snatched away - and we are left to flee.. escape.. hide, anywayhere, somewhere.. yet again. Perhaps.

[Alistair (Ali)]

The loss of self is something beautiful indeed. The veil is pulled aside for those moments and the senses are restored- the briefest of unities, before the curtain falls back.But in those moments, everything shines in its truest meaning and we are somehow, once again, a part of this World, this Universe.
Thank you so much.

[emmajoy]

Moutains make me feel small and that's how i see myself, a mere grain on an endless beach. Tis breathtakingly beautiful to be a mere part.

[Alistair (Ali)]

That's wonderful- and I understand exactly what you mean!

[emmajoy]

Glad someone does.. thank YOU

[Alistair (Ali)]

haha!- my pleasure.

[George Coombs]

Beautiful writing Ali, a wonderful journey into all that is precious in the present moment. I was immediately drawn to th first line "No sound disturbed" and, when the Raven appears he calls bt still does not disturb-a real sense of being holy in existence, great work

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you George. Nature always inspires- sometimes I find myself staring open- mouthed at some particular scene unfolding and it has to be written about- it just has to be. I am fortunate enough to see the Sun rise most days , as i start work early, and I will never pass on the opportunity to see it. Everyday is unique and extraordinary- the first and last.
Thank you.

[George Coombs]

Your welcome Ali

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful journey and thoughts shared in the poetry. You create interesting places and characters. I enjoyed the complete poem. Thank you Ali for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kind Sir!- This all happened in front of me one misty autumn afternoon, in a German forest-, it's almost just field-notes with a wee bit of icing.
Thank you for those words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I spend three years in Germany in 1977-1980. I loved the German forest. You are welcome my friend.

[Alistair (Ali)]

I have a feeling you may have been based somewhere?- I was living in Duisburg for a while- industrial Rhine-land- and very flat!- a hill in Duisburg was as common as Unicorn poo!- amazing country, mind.