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*II Projection Poems Water Held The Quill, Reflect Project
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PROJECTION POEMS
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WATER HELD THE QUILL
Faster than any stylus squiggling
Can write the sun in the water wiggling
But when the sea is perfectly still
it appears it was water which held
the quill.
(to Mark Braunstein, markbraunstein.org
author of Radical Vegetarianism)
BRIGHT SPLASH OF COLORS
Some projected that
the painter
of the bright splash
of colors...
was with rage livid..
others that his soul
with love was vivid
REFLECT PROJECT
the world
does your reality reflect
you see what you are
the world resounds to your vibration
echoes to your actions
unkindness boomerangs
kindness sparks into life
and multiplies
in a fractured mirror
the faces of all
seem
fragmented
JUPITER SEES A STAR
The blazing sun
is not orange at dusk
save through the
eyes of our
earth dust.
nor does sun move
in the vast ocean
.. waves project
onto him
wavering motion.
It is not raining
on the sun.
It is raindrops
upon the windowpane.
The pond is not
full of blood, as
the lion thinks,
after washing
off his muzzle
from a fresh kill.
The mirror is not 2 faced..
but polyfaced, and no-faced
.. It is not hypocrisy
for the reflecting sea
to portrait paint
uniquely
each who stands before him.
The stable cleaner with
waste on his glasses
looked at the moon
and thought she was
full of horse manure.
and the man who has
drunk much alcohol
sways.. through
his eyes the room
sways..
he thinks others
are inebriated..
and the detective
saw he was defective
.. projecting his own
grid
onto the pure screen
It is thermal
waves between us
and constant stars
which make them appear
to twinkle
as semaphores
unfaithfully
sending secret messages
From earth
through a telescope
Jupiter with his moons
seems lined up in 1 row..
.. but the moons
swirl around him not
in lines but orbits..
.. nor can the devotees'
orbits around a Guru
be known
In the Cosmic Mirror
of the Poornavatar
saw himself reflected
the pornagrapher
while in the same cosmic mirror
in the Poornachandra
another was sent
into poornananda
We see everywhere what we are..
In the mirror of the Avatar
.. a cheater sees a liar
and Jupiter sees a star
ELEPHANT IN LILY POND
An elephant waded into
a pond covered with lotuses
.. His weight pushed them aside
and in the water
instead of gold lily stars
one saw the blazing Milky Way
On and Off"
INCONSTANCY IN VIEWER'S EYES
The moon through the trees winks
The rising sun is turned
semaphore by passing cars
Stars from behind clouds peep
Children ever play hide and seek
the inconstancy
projected by the viewer
Isaiah: the lion shall lie down with the lamb . The psychiatrist gave an inkblot test to his client. Every time he showed a different shape, the client attributed sexuality to it .. finally the psychiatrist said to the man: Dear sir, I think you are sexually obsessed .. you seem to see sex everywhere. The client responded: Me! You're the one drawing the filthy pictures
JUPITER'S GOSLINGS
From earth the spherical
moons of Jupiter
seem like her goslings
all in a row
as younger souls
project limitations
onto the freedom
of masters
MIRROR DANDELIONS
The devil spawn
.. devil's pawns
cursed the woman with
dandelions
in her lawn
Golden chariots
by dawn
horses drawn
blessed the man with
dandelions in
his lawn
CLEAREST MIRRORS
It is the clearest mirrors
accused of the most sins
by the error-ridden.
It is the clearest mirrors
praised for the most virtue
by saints.
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Ram Das, guru of Anandashram in Kerala, said that good and evil are both projections of the mind. Yet he says that the good work to clothe the naked and feed the hungry. Therefore, even if evil is a projection of our minds, it is a good thing to remove it from society..
Faster than any stylus squiggling
Can write the sun in the water wiggling
But when the sea is perfectly still
it appears it was water which held
the quill.
(to Mark Braunstein,
author of Radical Vegetarianism)
(a poem about how we project ourselves
onto the mirrors of others)
BRIGHT SPLASH OF COLORS
Some projected that
the painter
of the bright splash
of colors...
was with rage livid..
others that his soul
with love was vivid
REFLECT PROJECT
the world
does your reality reflect
you see what you are
the world resounds to your vibration
echoes to your actions
unkindness boomerangs
kindness sparks into life
and multiplies
in a fractured mirror
the faces of all
seem
fragmented
-saiom shriver-
