IV SWEDENBORG, YEATS & RILKE (PART I)
Buddha of the North
You were kind, you were a kind man
Drinking coffee black with sugar all the time
At your Summer House, taking influences
To give others, and learn from everyone
Foreseeing the fire(s), angelic brightness
Or demonic embers, in holy Erik’s land
But then stoking the flame of approval
With knowledge, a sign for men of Truth
And faith in Light and Warmth divine
”When someone else had been here,
When something else had been thought”
Researching and studying the Revelation
The principle of the Soul’s kingdom
Never lost in sorrow, in the House of Nobles
While serving the crown (Ulrika Eleonora)
With your name, oh your name changed
And no regal mining company found this
For our teacher, what should be said
Of the Spiritual World’s Sun
Where is the seat of the soul
The question of consciousness
For these men who are as they think
(Descartes, Locke, Spinoza, Kant etc)
To come and go, travelling with journals
Dreams and spirits, for you to tell them
Of the meaning(s) hidden in the Script.
And of marriage, a quest for lovers
Buddha of the North
You were kind, you were a kind man
Drinking coffee black with sugar all the time
At your Summer House, taking influences
To give others, and learn from everyone
Foreseeing the fire(s), angelic brightness
Or demonic embers, in holy Erik’s land
But then stoking the flame of approval
With knowledge, a sign for men of Truth
And faith in Light and Warmth divine
”When someone else had been here,
When something else had been thought”
Researching and studying the Revelation
The principle of the Soul’s kingdom
Never lost in sorrow, in the House of Nobles
While serving the crown (Ulrika Eleonora)
With your name, oh your name changed
And no regal mining company found this
For our teacher, what should be said
Of the Spiritual World’s Sun
Where is the seat of the soul
The question of consciousness
For these men who are as they think
(Descartes, Locke, Spinoza, Kant etc)
To come and go, travelling with journals
Dreams and spirits, for you to tell them
Of the meaning(s) hidden in the Script.
And of marriage, a quest for lovers
The Magus of Stockholm
You were kind, you were a kind man
Of Renaissance in the age of Enlightenment
Good like the coffee, unlike the damned times
Forgotten to mention your name in this….
All those who read your books and could not
Appreciate enough the work before them
”How they will take the world coming”
The mission (in 1744-5), London Bridge
Alchemy, an insight near the crossroads
Where the scientific and the religious meet
Reason and knowledge would rely on faith
With sincere feeling, the (in)finite comes
An Emanation of the Divine
Breathing and praying to medi(t)ate
Even young Goethe had praised you,
Though anonymously, unnaming
On the cover of a book
The Gardener has been taking care
Of things, pouring water from a vase
With temperantia, grids of algebra
The series of degrees corresponding
Strange methods, quite attractive
Corridors and paths on the estate
And a house of mirrors, too
Of Renaissance in the age of Enlightenment
Good like the coffee, unlike the damned times
Forgotten to mention your name in this….
All those who read your books and could not
Appreciate enough the work before them
”How they will take the world coming”
The mission (in 1744-5), London Bridge
Alchemy, an insight near the crossroads
Where the scientific and the religious meet
Reason and knowledge would rely on faith
With sincere feeling, the (in)finite comes
An Emanation of the Divine
Breathing and praying to medi(t)ate
Even young Goethe had praised you,
Though anonymously, unnaming
On the cover of a book
The Gardener has been taking care
Of things, pouring water from a vase
With temperantia, grids of algebra
The series of degrees corresponding
Strange methods, quite attractive
Corridors and paths on the estate
And a house of mirrors, too
Compassion, porn in the eyes watching you
”Our Great Chain of Being and Man”
The reason in this era would be irony
If charity's gone, repetition after another
No state for im mater I al righteousness
The art of conjugial love, the spouses
Meet in Heaven and are joined together
Those who were meant to be, the union of two
In selfish or unselfish way to serve no less
For the difference between Heaven and Hell
Written somewhere around
The reason in this era would be irony
If charity's gone, repetition after another
No state for im mater I al righteousness
The art of conjugial love, the spouses
Meet in Heaven and are joined together
Those who were meant to be, the union of two
In selfish or unselfish way to serve no less
For the difference between Heaven and Hell
Written somewhere around
30th of June, 2017
There is just as much warmth and light in the spiritual world as there is in the physical world, but the warmth there is spiritual and so is the light. Spiritual warmth is the good that thoughtfulness does and spiritual light is the truth that faith perceives. Now, since the only possible source of warmth and light is a sun, it stands to reason that there is a different sun in the spiritual world than there is in the physical world. It also stands to reason that because of the essential nature of the spiritual world's sun, spiritual warmth and light can come forth from it, while because of the essential nature of the physical world's sun, physical warmth [and light] can come forth from it. The only possible source of anything spiritual - that is, anything that has to do with what is good and true - is divine love and wisdom. Everything good is a result of love and everything true is a result of wisdom. Any wise individual can see that this is their only possible source. People have not realized before that there is another sun besides the sun of our physical world. This is because our spiritual nature has become so deeply involved in our physical nature that people do not know what the word "spiritual" means.
-Emanuel Swedenborg /
There is just as much warmth and light in the spiritual world as there is in the physical world, but the warmth there is spiritual and so is the light. Spiritual warmth is the good that thoughtfulness does and spiritual light is the truth that faith perceives. Now, since the only possible source of warmth and light is a sun, it stands to reason that there is a different sun in the spiritual world than there is in the physical world. It also stands to reason that because of the essential nature of the spiritual world's sun, spiritual warmth and light can come forth from it, while because of the essential nature of the physical world's sun, physical warmth [and light] can come forth from it. The only possible source of anything spiritual - that is, anything that has to do with what is good and true - is divine love and wisdom. Everything good is a result of love and everything true is a result of wisdom. Any wise individual can see that this is their only possible source. People have not realized before that there is another sun besides the sun of our physical world. This is because our spiritual nature has become so deeply involved in our physical nature that people do not know what the word "spiritual" means.
-Emanuel Swedenborg /
Sapientia angelica de divino amore
(English translation by George F. Dole)
(English translation by George F. Dole)
V SWEDENBORG, YEATS & RILKE (PART II)
(November 2016)
Abbey Theatre hall in a distant eerie land
So relatively close to ours, a national version
Of Leda, and the other wild ones at Coole
With living memories, (un)conscious
And still unique, how to shoot the swan
At last not least to see Lucifer and Adam
Both forgiven, guilt and redemption
Sailing to Ireland
No, I’ve never been there
But I have seen Byzantium
The dreams and unreality
Or what’s left of them
In the history today
Thoor Ballylee, tower
Like the creed of Yeats
Another place to visit, rent
The museum has been closed
No winding stairs, due to flooding
The museum is still closed
For the savings of God-Man
Would someone open it again
Rooms just for you, to let….
Abbey Theatre hall in a distant eerie land
So relatively close to ours, a national version
Of Leda, and the other wild ones at Coole
With living memories, (un)conscious
And still unique, how to shoot the swan
At last not least to see Lucifer and Adam
Both forgiven, guilt and redemption
Sailing to Ireland
No, I’ve never been there
But I have seen Byzantium
The dreams and unreality
Or what’s left of them
In the history today
Thoor Ballylee, tower
Like the creed of Yeats
Another place to visit, rent
The museum has been closed
No winding stairs, due to flooding
The museum is still closed
For the savings of God-Man
Would someone open it again
Rooms just for you, to let….
Now there is an actor singing off stage
”With the religious play the part of a devil
And with the devils, when lost among them,
Please act like a man, like a man of faith”
With old song titles to express human being
Travel to Italy, there’ll be mosaics to admire
Byzantine artworks and the (in)significance
Of a responsible poet, to brood upon
”With the religious play the part of a devil
And with the devils, when lost among them,
Please act like a man, like a man of faith”
With old song titles to express human being
Travel to Italy, there’ll be mosaics to admire
Byzantine artworks and the (in)significance
Of a responsible poet, to brood upon
And now, what is the human form
When everything in the world is a part
Of ourselves, and if there is nothing
That could not be expressed
Through this being of (wo)man
What it takes to embody truth,
Or to know it, angry and disappointed
Hearts would be broken again
Near the island of Poseidon, the golden city
More best of Celtic tales
And stories of the flood
If these hearts were not broken,
How they should be, how they should be,
Who were angry and disappointed
Without these hearts broken already,
Without the hearts broken again (in this)
How they would be, how they would be
Chorus:
Now there is an actor singing off stage
”With the religious play the part of a devil
And with the devils, when lost among them,
Please act like a man, like a man of faith”
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.
-William Butler Yeats / The Everlasting Voices
VI SWEDENBORG, YEATS & RILKE (PART III)
(February 2017)
By the Adriatic sea, the castle Duino
Near the city of Trieste, with fine rhythm
You could still weave sonnets and elegies
But times changed, they’ve changed a lot
Since then, mails became reserved electrically
And posting has derailed in a terrible way
Completely different from the calendar(s)
Used by pen pals talking to each other
The Intelligence of the Sun
Where is the beginning of beauty
How to translate, and not to miss
The point, or something else
Like the face and the scales
Oh not to become a traitor
In English or in Finnish [ ┬ ]
No, see the boat and the healing
A tradition, our working men ready
For the higher waves to come
”And every angel is terrific”
Why the fear went in / on
With the wings of a bird
I missed the bus, dear friend(s)
And laid with my open-letter-wife
I would go with our little girl baby
To heed the Word, forgetting lyrics
If it was ”not so good, not so well”
Forgive me, that I didn’t make it
To your tower full of angels….
Instead, I went to the bar and cried
Feeling sorry for not getting it done
And there, beyond the veil of tears
From all the(se) times I’ve lost yeah
So it is, a message came through
If the wine is red and magic white
Like their wine is red, their magic white
”For the wine is red and magic white…”
Your wine is red, and your magic white
And if every angel is terrific
Like a mosaic on the church wall
And their whole life is praising
And their thinking not discursive
Seeing everything, to look or touch
Then real humility is like a bridge
Over the abyss and troubled water
”And real humility is like a bridge
Over the abyss and troubled water”
Like their wine is red, their magic white
”For the wine is red and magic white…”
Your wine is red, and your magic white
And if every angel is terrific
Like a mosaic on the church wall
And their whole life is praising
And their thinking not discursive
Seeing everything, to look or touch
Then real humility is like a bridge
Over the abyss and troubled water
”And real humility is like a bridge
Over the abyss and troubled water”
For my friend, teacher R.W. (1929-2018)
He sang Origins in depth
And spells in order
How by their Creator’s leave
At the Almighty’s command
Of itself the sky was born
From the sky water parted
From the water land stretched forth
On the land all growing things;
He sang of the moon’s shaping
The sun’s placing, the fixing
Of the sky’s pillars
Heaven being filled with stars.
-Kalevala
(English translation by Keith Bosley)
And spells in order
How by their Creator’s leave
At the Almighty’s command
Of itself the sky was born
From the sky water parted
From the water land stretched forth
On the land all growing things;
He sang of the moon’s shaping
The sun’s placing, the fixing
Of the sky’s pillars
Heaven being filled with stars.
-Kalevala
(English translation by Keith Bosley)