By Pen or Quill

Glimpse

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:18:00 +0000

This
Like belief,
But more subtle
Than belief,
More subtle
Than image,
More subtle
Then sentences,
More subtle
Than air, earth, fire, water,
More subtle
Than the gross space
Between musical notes
Inside the head.

Yet not
Nothing at all.

This
Is integration
Without splits,
Especially
No splits,
Like a subtle white
Which unifies
All colors,
Or uniting
Of a subtle love,
Without distance
Between points.
Pattern without
Differentiation.

Energy more subtle
Than ordinary energy,
Like a transparent flash,
Like the glimpse of a glimpsing.

I Sphynx

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:16:00 +0000

As Godhood meets the void
Within it we dream and divine;
Our reality envisioned into light
Past, present, future all collide
Fought and cherished as one;
Alchemy of outward opposites
Dissolved by the red and blue
Of ocean flood and hell flame
Reborn through the eye of Isis
Through our communal dust

Conversations

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:15:00 +0000

The silence between us
Should be analyzed
Is it peaceful and full with understanding
Is it ominous and threatening like the words
You want to speak but don’t out of
Sheer self-control
Is the silence a bond because vocabulary seems inadequate?
Is it a fetter
You don’t want to break
Afraid of the noise it will create
Is it the silence when the soul speaks
Is it enforced like a helpless victim
Is it of so complete an attention
That a single word missed would create
Valleys of misconceptions
As if the silence of a command
In front of a dictator
Personified silences should be sculptured

Advancing Translucency

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:14:00 +0000

Intent shines
With the light
Of subtle energy,
Like the essence
Of stained glass.

Diaphanous earth,
Translucent water,
Energetic transparent fire,
Air so clear
It is like watching a breeze.

Intention subtlizes
Into a corner
Of the inner eye
Essence.

All these translucencies
Are a link
Between the subtle energy
Of the mind
And the effects
That it creates.

In His Silence

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:13:00 +0000

One frozen tiny space
I am, in his little silence.

Listening to the noises
all day long.
He embraces his silence
His Space
His sky
My eyes.

I have kept a warm
Velvet bound album there
Inside is
Yesterdays in sepia
Words gained, failed
Octaves lost, found
Moments from us
Happiness abundant.

He now heeds all
With an expanse of light
Fill in the missing beats
Guides them to meanings
in his silence.

With trembling hands
He catches shadows
With restless fingers
He tears the cobwebs
With water in the
Corner of his eyes
Stares where he played
Skips a beat in his heart
Suddenly, while he works
in his silence.

He remembers his ‘talkative her’
in his silence.

Black Diamond Gnosis

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:12:00 +0000

Deep-shadowed
Multi-formed
I arose, kicking
galaxies behind me
flaying light like the
jewels of Indra's net
in the dark sea of the abyss.

My mind like a peacock's fan
Looks out a thousand directions
Into you, where you see me
Before and through all others.

Sol lays his dying bruised head
Into the soil of my breasts
Yet I AM the first thing
Passing out of
Bejewelling silence.

Among ten thousand stars
Earth Mother hurls back
A white ray from a black sun
Sure sign that She
Dances in joyous retreat
To the one she knew before
Undying creatrix sees the same One
in a different picture

This light is the final mirth
With which all realities begin.
Having nothing to give up
We give everything
Having nothing to look at
We see everything.

How elegant and brilliant
Are we in dazzling darkness!
And immaculately conceived
in unceasing Renewing Intelligence!
In the presence of all mysteries -
Thinking we had died and fallen -
Life presents another chance.
Somehow such a satisfying reflection
We see through the pain that comes before.
Somehow such a renewed conception
The taste of life is undulled and bittersweet.

Rightly viewed from every angle!
Perfect Light, Resplendent Being
Let this witch be your diamond eye!

Annunaki

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:11:00 +0000

cicle stars and dragon teeth,
Sowing Golden Fleece galaxies,
Phrixus knots and Jason glots,
Shampoo Gilgamesh glaciers,
Wanton Medea and honey sweet Rhea,
Spiraling ether tornado down to Jerusalem,
Cartoon rabbit tails, tales, tales,
Anu
Indra
And the
Argonauts
All on the spaceship Titanic,
Consuming comet condiments
That I write with,
Reverse psychology in the Garden of Eden,
Sparkle my head with Medusa’s tongues,
Typhoeus’ flames and charbroiled pain,
This is my poetics,
My fantasy planet,
Eschewing demons brains,
Flinging Tiamat’s hordes,
Swiveling down into my chevron,
Upon the running of the Beatniks,
Simmering rings I interpose,
God the circumference everywhere and nowhere,
Fatuous maidenheads,
Horus my operator,
There is no air to breathe in outer space,
But pyramids stand like docking hubs,
Does anyone know where the Abyss went?
Where did God put it?
I forgot,
I continually fish words from its bottomless gravity
Like a prophet,
It stirs like the windstorms on Jupiter,
I steal its chaotic vibrations and bring you
Chivalrous caprice now etched in caves
And in invisible ink on God’s leaves,
Some cosmic Purusha or name,
One day we will wreak the great explosion,
The dragon’s riches spread into every corner,
Some heavenly diadem of communist kingdom,
Centimanes and the fifty great gods,
Maruts, Anunnaki and leavened bread,
Wisdom from the stars of sand,
Marduk Lord of Lords,
Marukka Knower of all,
Marutukku Master of Protection,
Barashakushu Worker of Miracles,
Luggaldimmerankia Master of Order,
Nariluggaldimmerankia Watchman of the Gods,
Asaruludu with Flaming Sword,
Namtillaku Lord over Death,
Namru Giver of Wisdom,
Asaru Lord of Vegetation,
Asarualim the Lightener,
Asarualimnunna Lord of Weaponry,
Tutu Destroyer of Sorrow,
Ziukkinna Knower of the Stars,
Ziku Lord of Treasures,
Agaku Lord of Amulets,
Tuku Vanquisher of the Ancients,
Shazu Knower of Thoughts,
Zisi Bringer of Peace,
Suhrim Manslaughterer,
Suhgurim the Deadly,
Zahrim Lord of Warriors,
Zahgurim the Fierce Opponent,
Enbilulu Master of Waters,
Epadun Lord of Irrigation,
Enbilulugugal Master of Growth,
Hegal Lord of Agriculture,
Sirsir Slayer of the Serpent,
Malah Lord of Courage,
Gil Furnisher of Seed,
Gilma Master Architect,
Agilma the Rainmaker,
Zulum Lord of Commerce,
Mummu Wisdom of Creation,
Zulummar Giver of Strength,
Lugalabdubur Vanquisher of the Serpent’s Hordes,
Pagalguenna Lord of Infinite Intelligence,
Lugaldurmah Lord of the Skies,
Aranunna Knower of the Covenant,
Dumuduku of the Lapis Lazuli Wand,
Lugalanna Power of the Elders,
Lugalugga Knower of Spirit Essences,
Irkingu Sealer of the Covenant,
Kinma Judge and Lord of the Gods,
Esizkur Measurer of Life,
Gibil Lord of the Forge,
Addu Storm Raiser,
Asharru Knower of Treacherous Ways,
Nebiru Lord of Gates,
Ninnuam Lord of Laws and Reigns,
Magan boat mayhem,
The Argo’s constellation,
Sordid miscegenation,
Serpent’s and fleeces,
Sacrificed rams,
Hence Deucalion and Noah
Find some Utnapishtim to furrow,
Heavy chained horrors,
Imbue me with your wrath,
Tartarus heed the karmic melody,
So painful are the Gods,
So painful is beauty,

Ramblings From Afar

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:22:00 +0000

Difficulties determined,
said so in your eyes.
separations
allegations
throughout all nations.

I'm off again. Didn't think I could stay.
This way, each day.

astray.

metamorphosis regenerate

twisting me I evolve...
to a different state

negate

all that came before. I was. I will
be.

open eyes
are blind.

No eyes
will see

I feel

every molecule of air as it wraps around this body

sensory

perception

nexus of

me.

do not look with those eyes

more lies

no ties
to bind
just grind
away at every fiber.

its easy really .

Enter The Shaman

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:22:00 +0000

Like Shamans, artists
explore

Alternative realms
Retrieve energy, larger truths
Give form forces
Visions
Communicate the foundations,
to glean new perspectives,

As shaman,
Such bridges, an aspect within a society,

Walking the forest I would go so far-
Demons were at their most subdued.

To Stand Within The Pines

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:19:00 +0000

Tall guardians silently stand stolid and sure.
The fragrant needles glisten majestically in the morning dew.
I exhale of their essence deeply. Protected.
The cool morning air clings to my clothes and I kneel.
Feeling their essence flow in and around me. Sanctuary.

©2006 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Wicked Achievers

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:18:00 +0000

The wicked achievers
The wicked achievers
oh such deceivers!
Ridiculous lies-
All they're alibi's,
The masses are blind
They never do find,
The truth of it all-
They stumble and fall,
Corrupt regulators
With smiles like 'gators,
They feed on despair
Without a care,
Rise up my great people!
Look deep in your steeple,
Found only within
It's time we begin,
Take back your soul
Begin to be whole!
The achievers will frown
but eventually drown
in their own stinking bile
wretched and vile!

©2009 Gloria Gypsy

The Spell Is Cast

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:18:00 +0000

The Spell is Cast

Fire flies from his fists,
Gold and silver wrap his wrists.
Ruins are etched every where,
Hair so dark, skin so fair.

Face a rock, hard and grim,
Fingers unfurl long and slim.
Robes of purple ripple and furl,
Slowly mist begins to swirl.

Eyes of ice pierce your soul,
It has begun as was foretold.
Feel his power black and cold,
Lose yourself as it takes its hold.

©1996 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

The Capricorn Told Me True

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:17:00 +0000

The Capricorn Told Me True

The Capricorn told me true,
He knows the path…
The owls' secrets told in the midnight blue,
Revealed to you.
Under the great oak my tears are shed,
For lost worlds…
For memories put to bed.
And the Capricorn smiles
Down on me. He knows…
Through howling wind
I walk the path…
And the trees, they line the way
Whispering to me.
They hold the key.
Ancient knowledge deep in my bones.
And the Capricorn waits for me,
Under the singing stones.
He knows…
Enfolded in his arms under the midnight skies,
He gently places kisses upon my weary eyes.
The truth is in my bones.
Revealed beneath the singing stones.
And the wind plays with my hair
Beneath the owls wise stare.
The Capricorn told me true.

©2000 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Swimming In Darkness

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:16:00 +0000

Swimming in darkness
Through my mind,
Shutting out what
I don’t want to find.
Sit in a corner,
Black all around,
Here in the darkness
Hear not a sound.
Deep blackness,
Thick, black hole,
Seeping in…into my soul.

©1985 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Storyteller

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:16:00 +0000

Storyteller

Stories you have told…
Of far away lands,
And days of old.
Where dragons roamed
Wild and free,
And the silver wolf
Was a precious sight to see.
Of magic men
In cloaks of gold,
And mighty warriors,
Such sights to behold!
These places you have traveled-
Such magical places
Of time unraveled.

©1996 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Sleepy Eyes Open

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:15:00 +0000

Sleepy eyes open
To an unwelcome day,
Memories flood back
In this bed where I lay.
Burrow in deeper
Under the quilt,
To hide from the fact
You don’t feel any guilt.
The lies that you told me,
My heart was betrayed.
You’re gone from my life
But the memories stayed.
Tears trickle down
From my sleepy eyes,
As the memories fade
I silently say my good byes.
My heart will recover,
In time it will heal,
And I will be rid
Of this pain that I feel.

©1997 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

September

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:15:00 +0000

September

The leaves blow
Little whirlwinds
Around my feet.
Frantically-
Dancing around
My boot clad feet.

The sun shone
Bright, cold and crisp
Into my eyes.
Distinctly-
Shinning into
Blue ice-crisp eyes.

My hand reached,
Fingers spread wide,
To touch hard earth.
Rigidly-
Chilly fingers
Touching hard earth.

My soul breathed
Frosty inside,
Life to my heart.
Carelessly-
Breathing in life
For my pale heart.

©2006 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Sepia Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:14:00 +0000

Long forgotten
Dog eared and torn
Sepia memories
Remembered-forlorn.
Faded and aged
To a state of neglect
Sepia memories
Dusted with regret.

©2008 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Rain

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:14:00 +0000

Rain

I danced with the rain
In a wood dark and hollow,
We skitted and chased
And it whispered 'Come follow!'
On goose pimpled flesh
It pittered and pranced,
We laughed and we laughed
As we danced and we danced.

©2000 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Mother

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:13:00 +0000

She's with me when I sleep at night,
Whispering through my dreams,
Of love, of life and what I know
Is already in my heart it seems.
She holds me in her warm embrace
As I lay with the autumn leaves,
And through the wind she tells me of
The things that make her grieve.
I feel her in my bones, my inner soul
When I'm basking in the light of the moon.
I feel her love, her loss, her life
And it causes my head to swoon.

©2003 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Memory Song

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:13:00 +0000

Memory song

I watch the little children play
Laughing merrily all the day.
Tomorrow they’ll be grown and gone,
Their laughter only a memory song.
Their innocence shattered glass,
Crushed by societies mass.
In my mind, buried deep
Their singing eyes I’ll always keep.

©1987 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Birth

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:12:00 +0000

No older than before, I wait…
Hands sticky with longing
And potential… I have begun again.
There is a name for me now
Though I have forgotten it… I wait.

My face is young, my words unformed.
Embrace me Earth, I am your daughter
Come home once more. Whisper to
Me so that when my voice comes
I shall sing of you.

©2003 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Battle For A Soul

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:12:00 +0000

There was a wicked troll
Who tried to steal my soul.
Underneath the old oak tree
He tried to wrench it free.
“My soul you cannot have,” said I.
“Relinquish it at once or die!”
He growled as he drew his blade
To spill my blood upon the glade.
“My soul I will not give to you,
No matter what you say or do!”
He charged me with a running start,
His blade aimed straight at my heart,
But clumsy were his feet and slow,
As I stepped aside to avoid the blow.
Into the tree he pummeled hard,
He shook the leaves and his head he jarred.
I couldn’t let the opportunity pass,
I ran up quick and kicked him square in the ass.
As he fell his sword flew to the right,
And I swung my fist with all my might.
I hit him hard right in the head,
“You’ll never have my soul, “ I said.
I drew my dagger and stuck it in his eye.
Then slit his throat and left him there to die.

©1999 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Appearance Game

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:10:00 +0000

When people look
and don't like what they see
they don't really "look"
because they are afraid of me.
Afraid to see,
that we're really the same
they're always playing
this stupid appearance game.
The cover of my book
is not a conformed sight
so they're afraid to turn the page
and see my inner light.

©1985 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

A Child Of The Sun

noreply@blogger.com (Gloria Lynn Henry) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:08:00 +0000

The seed inside me has sprouted and grown
a new life waits in darkness alone.
Part of myself, a new creation,
and so I write this small dedication.
A new chapter in my life that has not begun
A tiny new person, A child of the sun.
So I give of myself, I give to you
The joy of life and love so true.

©2001 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy