Monday, April 6, 2015

Ninety-Nine Names of Goddess

My two wives: Philippa and Betsy Rose
NINETY-NINE NAMES OF GODDESS
(Many thanks to my treasured teachers:
animal, human, vegetable and molecular.)

She is the Beginning and the End
She is Galaxy and Garden
She is the Sun and the Moon
She is Atom and the Void
She is Wisdom personified:
She is Sophia.

She is Adrianne, Annie, Alison, Athena and August
She is Beverly, Betsy, Brenda, Bella and Beth.

She is the Earth and the Sea
She is Fire and Ice
She is Energy and Time
She is Root and Bloom
She is Beauty embodied:
She is Aphrodite.

She is Carla, Carol, Cindy, Christine and Kate
She is Donna, Diana, Denby, Dorcas and Dannie.

She is Pain and Pleasure
She is Bear, Butterfly, Octopus and Eel
She is Prairie Grass and Marijuana
She is Sound and Sight
She is Smell, Taste and Touch
She is Life on the loose:
She is Daphne.

She is Marilyn, Margie, Marsha, Mary, Marie, Magdalena
She is Laura, Louise, Liane, Lena, Lise and Lorraine.

She is Darkness and Light
She is Consciousness and Slumber
She is Silver and Gold
She is Carbon, Argon, Niobium and Starlight
She is the Space between the Stars
She is the Angel of Death:
She is Kali.

She is Sheila, Sherry, Sharma, Stephanie, Stella & Sarah
She is Salima, Shasta, Gypsy, Lila, Ceci and Mollie
She is Andra, Patty, Elaine, Elizabeth, Philippa, Gabrielle
She is Debbie, Isabel, Ida, Nancy, Janice and Joy.

She is Unnamable, Unspeakable
She is Terror and Bliss
She is Nourishment and Intoxication
She is the Ocean and the Source
She is the Mother of Animals
She is the Juice in Things:
She is Shakti.

She is Illusion and Reality
White and Black
Male and Female
Birth and Death
She is the Wild Muse that inspires us
She is the Mystery that surrouds us
She is Everything and Nothingness
She is the Beginning and the End.




Wednesday, April 1, 2015

His High Superfluousness

Robinson Jeffers, Carmel, California poet  (1887-1962)

HIS HIGH SUPERFLUOUSNESS 
(Some excerpts from Jeffers)

The beauty of things
Is in the beholder's brain --
The human mind's translation
Of their transhuman intrinsic value.

As mathematics, a human invention
That parallels but never touches reality
Gives the astronomer metaphors 
Through which he may comprehend
The powers and the flow of things: 
So the human sense of beauty 
Is our metaphor for their excellence, 
Their divine reality -- like dust in a whirlwind, 
Making the wild world visible.

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain.

And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea shells.
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom
Nor the birds without music.

Look how beautiful 
Are all the things that He does.

His signature
Is the beauty of things.