Sunday, February 20, 2011

Earth

http://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/images/imagerecords/0/885/modis_wonderglobe_lrg.jpg

http://www.bbc.co.uk/humanplanet/gallery/


This planet we dwell on is an engima that I think we take for granted.  I believe we are waking up about this fact.  She is a mystery.  There seems to be some special place in this galaxy where somehow this planet out of 12 or so has water and life.  It is not a simple equation.  The facts and science have not completed the story.  This little writing is dedicated to this place in which we dwell and the mystery that lives within us.  Until we wake up more let us not take her for granted anymore.  

Blue Planet

more ocean than land
more soul than mind
more sand than rock
more sky than clouds

home


third planet from a star
on the outer edge of an arm
galaxy spirals onward far from the center
expanding out into emptiness.
an enigma you are


more energy than form
more mystery than science
more giving than receiving

home


blue Gaia

Rapture's First Scar

Love implodes like an old star.
Space, being and particles of light
descend into the depths of time.


Born from a flame
a haunting pure desire
rises to consume all that you are.

The enigmatic union drowns your ego
and the rapture of the other
saves you from yourself.

A slow burn consumes
the fake and false pride
Mystery permeates,
gravity is the god between.


As the storm fades
and time begins again
the divine hunter is
betrayed,
altered,
lost,
found.

Sacred wind breathes against matter,
waves of radiant hunger break against
jagged desires.

Only a trickle of truth falls into her
Solitary spirit.
Splinters of bliss bury themselves inside
secret chasms of his soul.


Eros’ piercing arrow is marooned forever in the pulsing organ
Blood seeps into every avenue of their being
the scar of the first rapture
Is eternal.


The mind pushes, waiting for reasons
But the blissful ache sings a silent unending song


Passion crucifies
another willing zealous victim,

a torn soul resurrects
For first love never dies.


© 2009 Kori Fitch





Sunday, February 13, 2011

Winter's Pulse

A cold pulse echoes through the cosmos
the slumbering light
seeks only deep shadows


My pulsing soul slows
as light flickers within
it is only a faint silhouette
of a passion- filled flame.


The heat is lost
swallowed by the vacuum
of winter rhythms


The dark season beckons me
to fall
into the abyss
as I go under
waves of surrender
ripple outward
into the endless
sea of my soul.

A pulsing dream liberates
light and death.


The Sun steals faith from the
moon,
and resurrects once more.


he tide of darkness recedes
and all obscurity shatters
on the horizon
as Earth spins pass a star.

Listen to Winter's pulse for
it is truth hunting it's prey,
you and I,
who journey so far
to become who we are.
Kori, 2010





Saturday, February 12, 2011

Annihilation of Self

Appear, Appear, whatso thy shape or name,

O mountain Bull, Snake of the Hundred Heads,
Lion of the Burning Flame!
O God, Beast, Mystery Come!
                          - Bacchae, Euripides




“Amor fati” love of fate- love that fate is inevitably death, constitutes the experience of the tragic art: therein the joy of it, the redeeming ecstasy….
                                   Joseph Campbell






Annihilation of Self


Please annihilate my ever unsatisfied self
External obsessions live and breathe falsely in me
I want to surrender to the Other:
the god, the lover, the art


Let mystery consume me
So that all that is left is a silent flame
That once was my soul.



Time and space has yielded woe equally
My reckless pursuit of bliss
Never returned me to a mysterious rapture


Please erase me with Union
So I no longer feel the false betrayal of illusion
Flesh and bone are heavy with the material
My soul waits for a fire
A phoenix


I am a hunter of the Other
The one who will annihilate
And burn me pure.


Kori 2010

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sat Chit Ananda Being Consciousness Rapture





Now, I came to this idea of bliss because in Sanskrit, which is the great spiritual language of the world, there are three terms that represent the brink, the jumping-off place to the ocean of transcendence: sat-chit-ananda. The word "Sat" means being. "Chit" means consciousness. "Ananda" means bliss or rapture. I thought, "I don't know whether my consciousness is proper consciousness or not; I don't know whether what I know of my being is my proper being or not; but I do know where my rapture is. So let me hang on to rapture, and that will bring me both my consciousness and my being." I think it worked.


-- Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth, pp. 113, 120

Sat, Chit and Ananda are Sanskrit words that mean truth, consciousness, bliss. They are three ways to understand the absolute, Braham in Hindu Mythology. The great seers of the Hindu religion understood that these are limited words. They do not describe the real, they only point and guide you toward these experiences. Hindu Gods are all representations and limited idea of the absolute. When or if you decide to devote your life to the spiritual realm then these might be ways to experience the absolute.

Sat is understood as being pure or the truth of the individual existence. It is the part of you that comes from the source or absolute. It is not corrupted by the illusion of everyday existence. It is always present whether the individual knows it or not. It is beyond all names, forms or limitations of the physical and mental. It should not be a struggle or striving to become SAT- you already have it, but just need to let it come forth.

Chit is pure consciousness or transcendent consciousness. When the individual experiences this they are aware. To be aware of yourself is the first step. The second step is to be aware of each of characteristics. The more aware of your surroundings and inner realm the higher your consciousness becomes, i.e. you experience less drama and see things as they truly are.

Ananda is a state of bliss or joy. When you see or become more aware then you will enjoy more of everything. Bliss is experiencing a rapture in your work, being with another person, and in your art or creativity. It is not a superficial illusionary phase, but an inner understanding of what gives you joy. If you stop your attachment and mind what will happen is natural flow of joy that fills you up. It is your natural state because the absolute, Braham is Bliss.