Belisama, Goddess of rivers and tides.

[mojomojo]

Waters run, majestic and pure,
shimmering dance, of natures soul,
in its power, all is held,
life or death, it all depends,

Listen, deeply,
You will hear,
Her, serenading,
You, to come near,

Though playful at heart,
A dark side resides,
Seek favour, with the spirit,
Of rivers and tides

Two sides to her nature,
She oft, does hide,
At her pleasure,
Death or survive,

Her smile astounds,
Beauty, beyond words,
Her presence surrounds,
All taken souls,

Under, her charm,
Time stands still,
Forget to return,
At your, peril,

Those that linger,
Will often find,
Their, last breath spent,
In the watery divide,

Do not, despise,
The watery Queen,
For tis, her beauty that captures,
The living being,

Respect her domain,
Honour her ways,
Enter with diligence,
To leave the same day.

[tribunalofmercy]

Wow - Did you write this Robert? If you did Not I sure can't find it anywhere...very poetic of you, very well-written What's got you thinking about English spiritual history today?

[mojomojo]

I don't feel, I have a right to claim any of them, Mary Anne,
They just come without effort,
First time it happened, I could see the words slowly spiralling down right in front of my forehead, I just had to put it on paper.
Happens mostly, when walking through the park, yesterday the river was running very strong and out came Belisama,
Problem is trying to remember it all, until I get home.
Yes, I could carry a notebook, but that brings intent into the equation.

Spiritual history, O, no, not another avenue to explore, LOL.

[aceofcups]

Hi Robert,

Great inspired poem.... and love how you describe how you get poem images and words ...

peace
aceofcups

PS,  Must be the Sign of Pisces ( neptune/pisces which rules poetry persay)  we are traveling thru now cause I also got a poem this week,,, ( has been a kind of dry spell for me for a while about writing poetry lately).

Not as good as yours Robert,,, but let me post it here:

Climbing Up a Waterfall

Where do sounds go
after they leave our ears?

Subtle sounds wafting
through forest foliage,
leaves rustling
rippling sounds of waves
floating by
slowly passing –
then speed-ed up
from gusts of whipped up winds.

Water washing over rocks –
do the rocks listen?
does the water know it’s water
the trees, know they are trees?

Does us knowing
we can hear
distance us from listening -
or awaken our sense
of being present ?

Does a waterfall
know it’s falling
or has it learned
to gracefully except it
before it cascades
and comes
crashing down
upon the
moving
 stream
 below?

[mojomojo]

Yes, must be something in the air, Ace,
I love the theme you have running through,
I know we spoke of the power of words before,
But do they get amplified in poetry, or is that just me.
How man has used nature and the elements to express GOD, all down through the ages,
Leads me to think, we be far older than we realise.

Thanks,
Robert.

[chris86]

Here is a poem i wrote last year on facebook, its not much but i tryed to word out how i feel and where i seemed to find myself

There was pain, and there was love, 
and sure i gained this from above,
Now there's love and pain is weak,
love will make us surley speak,
Here i speak from down in the dark,
all i give is my lovely heart,
Lovely hearts sing so loud,
i feel my feet apon the ground.

[aceofcups]

HI Robert,

to me poems have a way of connecting to the Higher Self/Mind, the archetypical symbolic level of consciousness beyond the rational mind at times. And when it really works to me,, it takes place in a Present Moment consciousness. Higher self inspired... no?

That doesn't always mean that it is also not good to look at it later at another present moment and do any tweaking to it now that its is in conscious written form.

To me we are inherently connected to the Core which some people call God.. so we are the oldest along with the newest,,, it is always relative but connected to me.

peace

[Bartholomew]

Mar 3, 2015 21:03:07 GMT mojomojo said:

Waters run, majestic and pure,
shimmering dance, of natures soul,
in its power, all is held,
life or death, it all depends,

Listen, deeply,
You will hear,
Her, serenading,
You, to come near,

Though playful at heart,
A dark side resides,
Seek favour, with the spirit,
Of rivers and tides

Two sides to her nature,
She oft, does hide,
At her pleasure,
Death or survive,

Her smile astounds,
Beauty, beyond words,
Her presence surrounds,
All taken souls,

Under, her charm,
Time stands still,
Forget to return,
At your, peril,

Those that linger,
Will often find,
Their, last breath spent,
In the watery divide,

Do not, despise,
The watery Queen,
For tis, her beauty that captures,
The living being,

Respect her domain,
Honour her ways,
Enter with diligence,
To leave the same day.

I like it.   Well done.