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[sid] => 131751
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Son of a Carpenter
[time] => 2007-02-15 00:01:48
[hometext] => Derived from a vision heard in a dead language.
[bodytext] =>
Chen & Singh met
while a great storm raged
since their villages were
separated by a border
and only 6 days,
they traveled and traded silk
in tandem.
Many successful years and
near their last trip,
they came upon a
Bodhisattva,
in front of a small fire
that did not die, illuminating,
a circle of deep meditation.
As a matter of etiquette
they did not disturb
the radiating presence.
After many hours
and half the night
the young master
stirred. He was gaunt
but hale of flesh
full of color
and did not appear
to want for anything.
Chen was first to speak
'Greetings' he offered
in the signs of the journey
as the sounds of flora
and fauna ripple to breezes.
Joy returned through
eyes that gesture
with a wave of hand
that welcomed and
made the small blaze
grow bright and warm.
Clearly this One is in a vow
of silence
that we must honor.
Singh especially had met
many who are holy sadhu's.
Some with useless limbs
arms bent over their
heads with fingernails
grown through their hands
from vows made
to deities without
questions or expectations.
This one was not of that caste
and though he appears a saint,
he is not Hindu for he makes
fire and carries possessions.
The radiant One winked and
reached behind and opened
a sack from which he
drew a piece of carved wood.
He smiled with rich practice
of silence undeterred
and pressed on the corner of
what appeared to be
a dark flat rectangular box,
with no latch or markings
and strange as it began to grow
unfolding as outstretched
layer after layer
till it assembled into a horse.
Of one piece,
with muscles defined, rippling
and nostrils round and flared,
every detail running alive.
Singh was enthralled
this is like the treasures
of the most high
never had he seen the like.
Chen was frozen
locked on
this young master,
a Buddha's smile,
lips only slightly upturned.
Visions of majesty
wrapped around a bubble
that popped and
unfurled about him,
the green grasses and bamboo
trees of home,
framed around his heart
and he could smell the
end of summer
in his own exhale.
Singh looked upon
Chen's being and realized
had just become Enlightened.
Then he spoke out of need:
"It seem as though
you are from around here?"
Singh, said nervously questioning.
"We passed a village 8 days
in the nation of priests unto
the One G*D,
on the edge of the great erg
that leads to the mountains.
May I ask do you worship YHWH?"
No answer
just beams of awe
through Singh's veneer
dimly he continued.
"Well you might be
as the Nazir you
would not dare
utter the word.
Scrambling he followed
"Let me pause and remember
my father"
Singh said in tears flowing,
he wants to be realized,
more then he can set him self free.
"Brushing off imaginary crawlers
amid the magic of the deserts half-light.
"This is where Brahma's blessings begin,
Vishnu preserve me as I am
but his belonging,
lest Shiva destroys me."
Said between heaves.
Still bright & silent.
yet emerging from a deep sea
with depth as the sky is wide,
The Holy One tilts his head
toward my shivering
beyond comprehension.
His eyes speak as the Sun,
a voice as old
never knowing a throat,
pointing to his heart then mine
on upward,
my ears spread,
stretch passed a yawn,
in a instant I cringe and break,
warmly into Unity."
Without uttering a word
everything was said.
The spirit fire wavered,
I nod bowing,
an ache deep within
abates,
lids drop to dream
awake and
breathe the sunrise.
AJPIII
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[ratings] => 7
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)
Son of a Carpenter
Contributed by
yangdantien
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Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 12:01:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Chen & Singh met
while a great storm raged
since their villages were
separated by a border
and only 6 days,
they traveled and traded silk
in tandem.
Many successful years and
near their last trip,
they came upon a
Bodhisattva,
in front of a small fire
that did not die, illuminating,
a circle of deep meditation.
As a matter of etiquette
they did not disturb
the radiating presence.
After many hours
and half the night
the young master
stirred. He was gaunt
but hale of flesh
full of color
and did not appear
to want for anything.
Chen was first to speak
'Greetings' he offered
in the signs of the journey
as the sounds of flora
and fauna ripple to breezes.
Joy returned through
eyes that gesture
with a wave of hand
that welcomed and
made the small blaze
grow bright and warm.
Clearly this One is in a vow
of silence
that we must honor.
Singh especially had met
many who are holy sadhu's.
Some with useless limbs
arms bent over their
heads with fingernails
grown through their hands
from vows made
to deities without
questions or expectations.
This one was not of that caste
and though he appears a saint,
he is not Hindu for he makes
fire and carries possessions.
The radiant One winked and
reached behind and opened
a sack from which he
drew a piece of carved wood.
He smiled with rich practice
of silence undeterred
and pressed on the corner of
what appeared to be
a dark flat rectangular box,
with no latch or markings
and strange as it began to grow
unfolding as outstretched
layer after layer
till it assembled into a horse.
Of one piece,
with muscles defined, rippling
and nostrils round and flared,
every detail running alive.
Singh was enthralled
this is like the treasures
of the most high
never had he seen the like.
Chen was frozen
locked on
this young master,
a Buddha's smile,
lips only slightly upturned.
Visions of majesty
wrapped around a bubble
that popped and
unfurled about him,
the green grasses and bamboo
trees of home,
framed around his heart
and he could smell the
end of summer
in his own exhale.
Singh looked upon
Chen's being and realized
had just become Enlightened.
Then he spoke out of need:
"It seem as though
you are from around here?"
Singh, said nervously questioning.
"We passed a village 8 days
in the nation of priests unto
the One G*D,
on the edge of the great erg
that leads to the mountains.
May I ask do you worship YHWH?"
No answer
just beams of awe
through Singh's veneer
dimly he continued.
"Well you might be
as the Nazir you
would not dare
utter the word.
Scrambling he followed
"Let me pause and remember
my father"
Singh said in tears flowing,
he wants to be realized,
more then he can set him self free.
"Brushing off imaginary crawlers
amid the magic of the deserts half-light.
"This is where Brahma's blessings begin,
Vishnu preserve me as I am
but his belonging,
lest Shiva destroys me."
Said between heaves.
Still bright & silent.
yet emerging from a deep sea
with depth as the sky is wide,
The Holy One tilts his head
toward my shivering
beyond comprehension.
His eyes speak as the Sun,
a voice as old
never knowing a throat,
pointing to his heart then mine
on upward,
my ears spread,
stretch passed a yawn,
in a instant I cringe and break,
warmly into Unity."
Without uttering a word
everything was said.
The spirit fire wavered,
I nod bowing,
an ache deep within
abates,
lids drop to dream
awake and
breathe the sunrise.
AJPIII
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by Ratwick on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 12:48:31 AM AEST
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I really liked this one as I do all of your work yang, such intense imagery (with the words, though the pics are great too!). I'm just curious if you have wrote this yourself or if you meant that you translated it yourself?
Either way, I thouroughly enjoyed this and thanks for posting it! BTW, Im a little confused as to what a Bodhisattva is now, I thought it was a some sort of a Budhist holy man but now I am not sure if its Hindi, or maybe Indian Budhism. Anyways, great job and thankls again!
Write On!
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by MisfitMe on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 12:50:07 AM AEST
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WOW! What a journey you take us on again...
Your title alone takes me here...
"How a little baby boy
Could bring the people so much joy
Son of a carpenter
Mary carried the light..." ~ The Band
& then beyond...
Masterful lead, willingly followed...~me |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by MickeyPigKnuckles on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 10:00:11 AM AEST
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yangdantien, Man, you be the master of words and may your words of choice always be heard. I will always enjoy reading your creative art yang as its such a pleasure to have this chance to be amongst so many wonderful creative people. Once again, I thank you for sharing yourself and especially your awesome words of art with all of us.
Always looking forward and enjoying your comments.
Your Friend
Mickey Pig Knuckles
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by myheartsvoice on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 11:48:03 AM AEST
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A heart warming soul touching masterpeice.
Truly in a realm by itself yet alone, it is not.
Thank you kindly also for your comment and readership.
myheartsvoice |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by PhantomVampyress on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 12:07:31 PM AEST
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beautiful story and well done imagery.. a masterpiece of excellence here..
vampyress Jenni |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by feralpen on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 04:14:45 PM AEST
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| Your set up, character development, and continuity are marvelous. I also appreciate your attention to detail in the laying out each scene. Your style and structure reads cleanly and clearly. You have a definite gift for these wonderful historically based writes. |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 05:50:26 PM AEST
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Well goodness gracious me! What an impact!
A hugely insightful tale and told in such an artistic way.
I adore this line
"and he could smell the
end of summer
in his own exhale"
oh my, my, MY!! How perfectly poetic. The whole of this
(along with those completely spectacular images), is
incredible. It was exciting and peaceful altogether--
like I was on the edge of my seat with anticipation, but
in complete serenity all at once.
Wonderful write AJ. Gorgeous ~
[The last stanza is my favourite ]
~Breezy |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by emystar on
Friday, 16th February 2007 @ 12:33:49 AM AEST
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Incredible graphics here.
Awesome writing too.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by Vampirequeen on
Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 12:05:19 AM AEST
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i agree what a beautiful story
The spirit fire wavered,
I nod bowing,
an ache deep within
abates,
lids drop to dream
awake and
breathe the sunrise
nice very nice |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by franciswolf on
Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 02:20:36 AM AEST
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I don't do the whole comment ratio thing, I only write when I feel I should,
And you should know,
this is wonderful |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by franciswolf on
Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 02:20:40 AM AEST
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I don't do the whole comment ratio thing, I only write when I feel I should,
And you should know,
this is wonderful |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by hauntedscorp on
Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 10:10:04 PM AEST
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Wow !
*Applauds*
I am so glad I stumbled onto your account page...this was a mesmerizing read; much more than a simple poem, or emotions on a page. You certainly picked an adequate topic, for it really does tell a story, and an admirable one at that!
Great job.
~Scorp. |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 03:58:56 PM AEST
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Enlightenment...I envy them. Mayhaps one day I too will stumble across that campfire.
A very well presented piece and meaningful story! |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by shelby on
Saturday, 24th February 2007 @ 01:19:03 AM AEST
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Very inpressive work my friend as I am never disappointed with your fever for the pen and your talent beyond my words. Lovely as always and very inspiring as well,
huge hugs
~Michelle~ |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by CuriousitysCat on
Saturday, 24th February 2007 @ 04:55:37 PM AEST
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This was simply felt through my heart as a meaningful song would be. I almost wish there was music to compliment this piece for then I could see myself dancing forever.
"Singh said in tears flowing,
he wants to be realized,
more then he can set him self free."
I really had to read this part a couple times to decided what it meant to me because I knew once my eyes had scrolled through it the first time that it had something for me to find. And I found the meaning to be laying in the comparative verse of two different wave lengths. I'm on board for this journey with you all the way.
Oh and as another smalle side note, I REALLY enjoyed the mention of the Buddhist culture if you will because though i am not that well versed in it's ways I do fancy myself a bit in the know about it. I always enjoy something related to that side of the spiritual spectrum.
[Respect to Siddartha Guatama on of many Buddhas said to have existed]
And thanx for the new knowledge I have acquired through this poem of "Bodhisattva"[s].
;]
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 7th March 2007 @ 11:06:08 AM AEST
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OMFG can you tell a story. I so would love to delve in your mind, my dear friend. You are history, you are future. So in love with your writing.
Peace, Laura |
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Re: Son of a Carpenter
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by venkat on
Friday, 23rd March 2007 @ 01:26:29 AM AEST
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Wonderful and very beautiful work..
I love to read such excellent works.
God bless..
a friend and fellow dreamer..:-)
venkat |
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