Hi I always take a pen and paper to bed with me,incase anything comes to me,only last night i got this and i am not sure why,but i wrote it down,and here it is.

The ghosts are walking in Tangled Woods saying"WOOOOOOh
The moon is shining from the ghostly sky,"WOOOOOOh say the ghosts.
There are two bright eyes upon there face,"WOOOOOOh say the ghosts.
They are white and glowing under the moonlight,"WOOOOOOh say the ghosts
A cat is coming,a cat is coming with a mysterious and angered prescense,"WOOOOOOh say the ghosts.
This cat is growling and snarling,its claws are opening.its back is up,to do battle with the ghosts,"WOOOOOOh say the ghosts.
The cat and the ghosts fall slient,"Shussh

I have not got a clue,why i wrote this,it just came to me.
Have you got any ideas,why i wrote this,views much apprieciated.

Love and God bless you all Juditha

I have not got a clue,why i wrote this,it just came to me.
Have you got any ideas,why i wrote this,views much apprieciated.



'Cause spirit has a sense of humor...(seriously)...

I think it's rather good, even if it's from someone/thing else.

Because (I believe) that this is what is happening right now, has been for awhile now.  I believe that the ghosts  represent us; I leave it to you ( whoever you may be)   to  determine what the cat represents.

I believe someone/something is giving us a wake up call.
Interesting (to me) that more and more people seem to be getting them…

Juditha,

I found your words intriguing so I looked up "tangled woods" and this is what I found.  I can find a "mystical" meaning in them, so I thought I'd share.

love, blink

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CRYSTAL COOL WATER

The poet is a hunter consciously and aggressively active in the hunting process of composition. The poetry is whatever is hunted down and transformed by that process in a wilderness of language...The poet is an intermediary hunting form beyond form, truth beyond theme through woods of words tangled and tremendous....through a forest of mystic meaning. -John Taggart, Songs of Degrees, Essays on Contemporary Poetry and Poetics, University of Alabama Press, London, 1994, p.174.


Myriads of mystic tongues find utterance
in one speech and myriads of hidden mysteries
are revealed in a single melody
and the poet hunts in forests of mystic meaning,
searching for the tongues of utterance,
pursued by hounds,
clawed by talons,
with pitiless ravens lieing in wait on the mountain side.
And while he hunts other hunters stalk
and assault him in the bright meadows of his search.
His head falls to the earth, even brims with blood,
but Peace comes at last and the dark night of tangled
trees is no more, only the tall independent pines,
so straight and tall and spacious, with the sun
falling though their intersticies on the book
of his own self, dead at last in a summit of glory,
left behind on the earth beside the crystal cool water
that the Cup-Bearer bringeth! In the journey unto
the Crimson Pillar on the snow-white path.


Ron Price
11 October 1995

I like your poetry, Juditha, and Blink has good taste as well!

I recall something of a woman (well known, but I forgot her name anyway - this "getting old" stuff is occasionally  a nuisance) - Anyway, she awakened in the morning to discover two lines of ultimately penetrating poetic insight ...

"Higamous hogamous, women are monogamous,
Hogamous higamous, men are polygamous."

If you think about it, poetry is like math - a symbolic technique for handling abstract concepts - except that with math it's easier to decode (sometimes). Aside from the trivial and superficial aspects, this is relatively important, because until we develop math, poetry is all we have to express the otherwise inexpressable.

Chant on. One day I hope to discover the world of which your heart sings-
dave

Very intriging sis well done love deanna

Hi cricket I agree with you,that spirit have a sense of humor,as i was told this by mediums at the church i go to. Glad you liked it.
Thanks for your reply,love and God bless you Juditha.

Hi So I agree that someone is trying to tell us something,as spirit work in many ways to put messages across.I am not to sure what the cat represents,but as i read the words from blink,they mention clawed talons.
Thanks for your reply,love and God bless you Juditha.

Hi Blink They are beautiful words,you have written and this also mentions the tangled trees which i thought was great and the clawed talons,a lot of it holds similarity to what ive written,which is great.
Thanks for your reply,love and God bless you Juditha.

Hi dave Those words you wrote of what that women received are filled with an inspiring message in there,they were very intriging words.That was a lovely thing to say,that you hope one day to discover the world in which my heart sings.I hope you do dave.
Thanks for your reply,love and God bless you Juditha.

Hi Deanna thanks for your words,love and God bless you Juditha

Hi Juditha-
We've got all types on this forum. I'm the grouchy old man type, I suspect, but you seem to be one of those types who expresses boundless love and light. Also, it seems to me that your posts seem to be moving from personal self to universal Self. So, given that observation, while you're interpreting your poem, you might recall that for a long time you had chosen a kitten as your icon.

Makes sense to me. Especially since experience supports the observation that to "lay the ghost" is best done through love and joy, which together create ultimate peace. So you live in a nice place, the place of love and joy. (In a few more years and maybe I'll come back and haunt you!) It's important to realize that this is more than platitudes and pointless praise. If you get into the mechanisms of metaphysical existence you find that we have three basic factors by which we operate: love and unity, joy and creativity, and insightful awareness. Since there's only three of these factors, and they are sufficient to describe everything, any two of them will lead to the third (in math, that's called two degrees of freedom), and you sem to be in a good place with them all.

Maybe that has something to do with the content of the poetry ... ?

dave

Hi juditha, I too think you wrote it down because it has style, rhythm. I see movement in it, as if written for a musical, and then at the end there is calmness.

Dave I must say I don't agree with your statement about maths and poetry. Math is a discipline where you have single well defined elements. Poetry in my opinion preserves a degree of entireness which cannot melted down to certain elements. If you attempt it, the characteristics of peotry would have been gone. I think human perception and therefore, our reality, is built on entirenesses where elements can be crystallized in what we call rational thinking, but not completely, so that a pool of elements is never the same as the entireness where it's abstracted from. It's a back and forth process, once you focus more on elements, at another time elements melt back in the entireness and can show new elements. Like remembering and forgetting, unfolding and infolding, stand out and melt back.

Spooky

Juditha..I love this.

When I think of "ghosts", I think of "old things, dead things and buried things".  As in the saying "your ghosts come back to haunt you" when things from your past come back to bite you in the butt, so to speak.

Or..in my case my "ghosts" are those beliefs and traditions I have let go of..those things that bind me to a system that is no longer viable.

In many forums, I am known as a type of cat..I use the name "Cheetah" in alot of places.

I'm not saying you wrote a poem to me..but, it speaks to me.  

Thinking of cats..when you sneak up on them, or do things that are against its nature (like say, try to give it a bath :D) it strikes out with growling and claws extended. But..when you simply let it be who it is...it will sit and nap and purr quietly in your lap.

I've been feeling my own hackles raise lately..and feeling the need to "growl" a bit..at the old "ghosts who go woowoo"..

Thank you for sharing this..

Actually, Spooky, I work with topological concepts about potential state spaces in the place we go when we are thinking with closed eyes etc - ain't nuthin' defined. Not much discipline either. Concepts go together in some kind of order, and then we play with different geometries. Poetry takes a "well defined language" and projects potential realities of the same kind. Dreams are another case, but without words, where we do it with abstract and not necessarily clear images. Music is another example of the same thing - Einstein played second violin in a string quartet, Feynman played bongos in the Carnival parades, I used to play flamenco in Spanish dance groups. The vector I see is from totally stochastic and improvisational, to well ordered and specified. I only agree with you at the "well ordered" end of the spectrum.
d

Lol ... It is also said Poet's are the gatherers of the wind  :D

That whole "higemous hogemous" thing sounds Parker-esk to me...must go search...

Hmmm...a mystery...I've found it attributes to both William James and Ogden Nash...neither female, though James got credited for the "waking up with it in his head" bit...curiouser and curiouser...

Hi again Dave,
if one describes something in a poetic way, the reader maybe has a strong sensation, a resonance, the reader is moved, and interestingly, despite of the intensity it has, the reader couldn't give a detailed description (I think of a long set of well defined elements) of what he/she is perceiving through the poem. The best description of it would be just that poetry. Now, is this only a lack or is it an inherent attribute of reality that something is clear and bright and impressing, but without much inner details to tell about? You seem to be the opinion (or better, you chose the approach), that indeed reality is consisting of well defined elements, may they be stochastic or in high order (meaning totally defined, maybe within a complex network of rules which are also well defined). So,the final result of the vector you talked about would be (possibly) very complex, but (necessarily) strictly defined. In my view there could be an entireness which has sharp boundaries, and in this hindsight it is defined, but in the inside it's not, in the sense that it is not to say if a possibly crystalizing element in the inside is identical with another or not. It's a bit like a person. The others around that person have an easier job seeing this person as an entireness, while the person's job looking at him/herself isn't that easy because of the diffuseness of aspects within.
I guess we have very different ways of approaching and/or theorizing the "world-stuff"- nevertheless I feel close to you.

Spooky

OK, Spooky - I agree, we have an infinitely complex world in which w also have some well defined places, and the rest (presumably also well defined if we could figure it out) is still out there.  I have more fun with the
"still out there part", but, as Augoeideian mentioned, some of us are prone to wind, and it my be that I simply am too undisciplined and too cantankeous to admit it.

Moving back on topic, I've been watching Juditha's posts as they evolved. I won't try to say that her poetry is "hypergeometrically defined" or any such, but it's doubtless true on some level. (That's the stuff I study.) What I sense is that she is developing an inner discipline that avoids creation of negative inner states, and through that, she seems to be going back closer to Godhead. At the same time, God is moving towards her, and always at a much faster rate. Thus, she is becoming open to spiritual inputs, and able to report them without forciing an arbitrary interpretation. This is definitely a discipline, and far more of one than my math-babble, although I'm tempted to describe it as awareness of the ultimate holomorphism in which everything collapses into One. Maybe a better term would be "evolving yogini". Jai devata.

And of course, you and I are just parts of that One, too. It's only our differences of perception of what we're playing with that prevents that from being totally obvious (and probably introspectively boring).
PUL
dave

hey Spooky and Dave. I just wanted to share something about rythym.
when I pick up a guitar I had to ask somebody was I doing a 3/2 beat or a 2/4 beat?  its all mathematical.
Juditha's poetry does have a beat to it, or a rythym in the number of times she returns to the downbeat or the repeat of the whooo line.

I liked the poem and especially the rythym of it, then I like the punch line the best.
I liked Dave's sense of dry humor I think its called. I like Spooky's affection for people.
I would be interested if Dave could teach me what holomorphism is exactly although I'm thinking it's morphing ones face into thousands in holographic proportion?

thanks for sharing your poetry Juditha. love, alysia

Hi Alysia -
Another musician! - Seems that almost all creative minds go in for some kind of music - pity it doesn't work the other direction, but maybe that's because I never fully got into sex, drugs and rock & roll - the first two seemed quite sufficient at the time, and I played flamencxo - multiple interwoven 12 count patterns- instead of the third option. And you're right, it was mathematical. Doggone - never thought of it that way before.

Holomorphism is like a hologram except including the entire structural system, (morphology is the shape of the embodiment) not just an image of it. I see it as the pragmatic basis for the Golden Rule in everyday life, and the essence of the "it's all one thing" (nirvastarka samadhi) experience in yoga. And that's why I view Juditha's poetry and insights as a developing discipline ... etc. Or, phrased more succintly, It's exactly what you described it to be - and in fewer words, too. Ha!  

Actually, interaction with you, Marilyn, Blink, Spooky and Matthew (among others) has greatly increased my own diiscipline and insight. I think that Bruce has done the world a great service with this forum. (Thanks, Bruce!) Looking around my world, this is one of the very few places in which it is possible to express love without getting in trouble. I recall Ambrose Bierce's suggestion, to never do a good deed without a bad reason - a way to escape persecution for exprsssing love, compassion and esteem for others. It's a strange world in which we persecute saints (true for many of the Old Prophets, Jesus, and Mohammed) while everyone seems to have time to pity some "poor devil" who is far from saintly. Hey- There's hope for me yet, maybe.

love you all-
dave

Hi alysia and Dave thanks for what you wrote,when i wrote about these ghosts and the cat ,i also before i wrote the words,put my pen on this paper and my pen was going all over this paper ,and i had drawn a picture,it was a load of tangled mess when i finished, but when i looked at it propaly,there were seven ghosts in this tangled mess and then i received these words ,which i wrote down on paper,and i wrote it on here,i wish i could show you the picture,but i dont know how to put it on here.

Love and God bless you Juditha