may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile
This is the only poem I have of the many poems Matthew wrote. There is also a beautiful little story which I will post later. Both were read by him accompanied by the music of his friends on a CD he created years ago called Melopoesis, which I have heard many times as it has a number of very beautiful readings in a wide range of emotions. I really loved his poetry, and he read it beautifully too…
In memoriam - requiescat in pacem, my friend…
If you could walk as softly as a rose walks into spring Your heart would cease to beat Your petals would shudder raindrop by raindrop into the ease of the sun.
Poetry begins in despair and ends in wisdom “Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom”
Genie, there was a time only our inner most being knew we were to meet in those times time each step we took was preparation for the moment of conscious meeting
there was a time we were propelled to meet as physical beings … and we tumbled and fell into the same day and nights… This funny clown game time plays!
now once again we speed towards such union… Oh, what strange tricks!
These layers of consciousness.. obscurations have kept us apart for way too long!
Nicole, thank you for yet another graceful adornment of these pages so much love to you
The internet, such a funny place to meet, my love!
Beings meant to be together because of karmic disposition are actually scattered all around this world as we know ….they aren't necessarily down the street, are they?
This strange, new medium of spirit, the internet has the potential to put pure thoughts in touch with each other to allow dialogue to flow and for minds and hearts to discover each other
On the surface, it appears more alienating but when used properly can actually be a tool for conveying deeper wisdom
For with it we are not so quick to judge neither by physical appearance nor mannerism alone it affords us to penetrate, plumb and reveal that less tanglible, but more important aspect of our humanity inner beauty You and I actually resonated very deeply from the very first “Hello” It was an almost instantaneous connection and the rest of the relationship seemed to follow from that initial resonance an unfolding of the enormous potential that we both perceived
When we look from this point of view meeting from afar makes sense We are, after all just spirits inhabiting a material world and a material body it's useless to debate whether spirit and material body is different or the same In the living of life itself we all know what “spirit” means we know what it refers to
It is the meeting and melting together of spirits that lies at the heart of spirit's lives When we embrace that we openess our lives are at their riches in spite of material poor While the greatest material wealth is nothing if there is no spiritual resonance.
So in the end it all boils down to love spiritual resonance and all I can say is I love you, Anna
you two are so inspiring, so poetic… gotta share another one:
God Speaks to Each of Us
God speaks to each of us before we are, Before he's formed us — then, in cloudy speech, But only then, he speaks these words to each And silently walks with us from the dark:
Driven by your senses, dare To the edge of longing. Grow Like a fire's shadowcasting glare Behind assembled things, so you can spread Their shapes on me as clothes. Don't leave me bare.
Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread. Simply go — no feeling is too much — And only this way can we stay in touch.
Near here is the land That they call Life. You'll know when you arrive By how real it is.
~ Arisen to voiceless unattainable peaks I meet no end, for all is boundless He, An absolute Joy the wide-winged spirit seeks, A Might, a Presence, an Eternity.
In the inconscient dreadful dumb Abyss Are heard the heart-beats of the Infinite. The insensible midnight veils His trance of bliss, A fathomless sealed astonishment of Light.
In His ray that dazzles our vision everywhere, Our half-closed eyes seek fragments of the One: Only the eyes of Immortality dare To look unblinded on that living Sun.
Yet are our souls the Immortal's selves within, Comrades and powers and children of the Unseen.
Reference: # 134 in “Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo” (bilingual edition) also in “Last Poems” - 40 all published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry diffusion by SABDA
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gien
July 2008
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
~ e.e. cummings ~ (Complete Poems 1904-1962)
Nicole thank you for adding luster to these countdown blogs
with the gems you bring
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aaw!…exchanging “I love you's”
across the planet!
melting each others hearts!
Soon this game
where my morning meets your evening
will come to an end
Love + distance
creates incredible feelings in the heart
Finally!
my morning will be your morning
and my evening your evening
and love will speak more than just words
how you two inspire me!
This is the only poem I have of the many poems Matthew wrote. There is also a beautiful little story which I will post later. Both were read by him accompanied by the music of his friends on a CD he created years ago called Melopoesis, which I have heard many times as it has a number of very beautiful readings in a wide range of emotions. I really loved his poetry, and he read it beautifully too…
In memoriam - requiescat in pacem, my friend…
If you could walk as softly as a rose
walks into spring
Your heart would cease to beat
Your petals would shudder
raindrop by raindrop
into the ease of the sun.
Poetry begins in despair and ends in wisdom
“Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom”
The holiness of that charge: Teaching
Love
- Matthew von Baeyer
Genie, there was a time
only our inner most being knew we were to meet
in those times time each step we took
was preparation for the moment
of conscious meeting
there was a time we were propelled to meet
as physical beings
… and we tumbled and fell into the same day
and nights…
This funny clown game time plays!
now once again
we speed towards such union…
Oh, what strange tricks!
These layers of consciousness..
obscurations
have kept us apart for way too long!
Nicole, thank you for yet another graceful adornment
of these pages
so much love to you
The internet, such a funny place to meet, my love!
Beings meant to be together
because of karmic disposition
are actually scattered all around this world
as we know
….they aren't necessarily down the street, are they?
This strange, new medium of spirit, the internet
has the potential
to put pure thoughts in touch with each other
to allow dialogue to flow
and for minds and hearts to discover each other
On the surface, it appears more alienating
but when used properly
can actually be a tool for conveying deeper wisdom
For with it
we are not so quick to judge
neither by physical appearance nor mannerism alone
it affords us to penetrate, plumb and reveal
that less tanglible, but more important aspect of our humanity
inner beauty
You and I actually resonated very deeply from the very first “Hello”
It was an almost instantaneous connection
and the rest of the relationship seemed to follow
from that initial resonance
an unfolding of the enormous potential that we both perceived
When we look from this point of view
meeting from afar makes sense
We are, after all
just spirits inhabiting a material world and a material body
it's useless to debate whether spirit and material body is different or the same
In the living of life itself
we all know what “spirit” means
we know what it refers to
It is the meeting and melting together of spirits
that lies at the heart of spirit's lives
When we embrace that we openess
our lives are at their riches
in spite of material poor
While the greatest material wealth
is nothing
if there is no spiritual resonance.
So in the end
it all boils down to love
spiritual resonance
and all I can say is
I love you, Anna
…love is all there is…
the rest..
…all perception
you two are so inspiring, so poetic… gotta share another one:
God Speaks to Each of Us
God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he's formed us — then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:
Driven by your senses, dare
To the edge of longing. Grow
Like a fire's shadowcasting glare
Behind assembled things, so you can spread
Their shapes on me as clothes.
Don't leave me bare.
Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread.
Simply go — no feeling is too much —
And only this way can we stay in touch.
Near here is the land
That they call Life.
You'll know when you arrive
By how real it is.
Give me your hand.
biig hug, Nicole
This life so fleeting
when we look back
it is already gone
thinking there is so much time
we squander it
wasting precious moments here
precious moments there
our entire life up to NOW
has vanished
become a concept, a memory
a mere shadow of it's previous splendor
like last night's dream
There is a conspiracy of ignorance
to replace the infinite with the finite
love with aggression
intimacy with distance
Everything that is ordinary
is extraordinary
exactly!
The Unseen Infinite
~
October 1939Arisen to voiceless unattainable peaks
I meet no end, for all is boundless He,
An absolute Joy the wide-winged spirit seeks,
A Might, a Presence, an Eternity.
In the inconscient dreadful dumb Abyss
Are heard the heart-beats of the Infinite.
The insensible midnight veils His trance of bliss,
A fathomless sealed astonishment of Light.
In His ray that dazzles our vision everywhere,
Our half-closed eyes seek fragments of the One:
Only the eyes of Immortality dare
To look unblinded on that living Sun.
Yet are our souls the Immortal's selves within,
Comrades and powers and children of the Unseen.
Sri Aurobindo
Reference: # 134 in “Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo” (bilingual edition)
also in “Last Poems” - 40
all published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA
Thank you for the reminder, Gien
Nicole, thank you for beautiful thoughts