November's Writings [by: D.L. Siluk] Part 4. Poems from Afar Part II
November’s Writings, 2006
[by: D. L. Siluk]
Part #4
Poems from Afar
Part II
Borobudur
I have touched the summit of Borobudur
And based in its splendor
Found peace and beauty
Wisdom and light—
There looking down was earth
And looking up heaven
And in-between man and nothingness
What God created it all from?
9/19/99 Written after seeing the 9th Century Buddhist Shrine in Java, it makes you think. Out of all the places I’ve been, Borobudur is one of the few that has given me Pease as I’ve walked its ground.
The Sphinx of Egypt
I touched each one of its paws
Felt along the sides of its inner parts
Its legs
Touched the stone plaque in the center
Then with a glow of the moon
Looking up upon its ancient face
As if—it had wings upon its ears
It seemed indifferent to me
Almost arrogant
I knelt and thanked my God
For this opportunity
I knew then
These stones as old as they maybe
Were haunted with the invisible past
They didn’t breath, I said,
And that was when I saw its arrogance—
They begged for breath
As I climbed its breast…
Written while in Cairo, 12/2/98; only a few people are allowed to go to the Sphinx, after Midnight, if you have $1400-dollars to pay off the guards (and you know the right people), and then you might be allowed to do what I did. The sphinx I do believe is close to 13,500 years old. There is a stela in the middle of the Sphinx, between its legs, King Thuthmosis IV recorded on it, that he fell to sleep in the shadow of the Sphinx. It told him to remove the sand that covered it, and he world be rewarded. He then became King of Egypt. The Greeks believe that the Great Sphinx was Evil, and perhaps it is, it does have a haunting to it. It is said that Oedipus answered its riddle and killed himself.
The Stones
(At Stonehenge)
I stood in front of its three-monumental windows
[Tons of stone] its faces got into the moment
(They have faces you know).
The dark clouds above:
Likened to a canopy, a mystic crown:
It all got into my bones…
Chilled them.
I felt as if I was in the halls of Westminster Abbey,
I could see the countenance of their faces—
On these aged old stones…that chilled my bones.
They even whispered to my soul: with wisdom
And arrogance, “I will you…” they started to say,
And I quickly left, they tried to pull me back…!
Note: written 3/24/99 [3:30pm] after visiting the site, wrote the poem out here hours later in Bath, England.
[by: D. L. Siluk]
Part #4
Poems from Afar
Part II
Borobudur
I have touched the summit of Borobudur
And based in its splendor
Found peace and beauty
Wisdom and light—
There looking down was earth
And looking up heaven
And in-between man and nothingness
What God created it all from?
9/19/99 Written after seeing the 9th Century Buddhist Shrine in Java, it makes you think. Out of all the places I’ve been, Borobudur is one of the few that has given me Pease as I’ve walked its ground.
The Sphinx of Egypt
I touched each one of its paws
Felt along the sides of its inner parts
Its legs
Touched the stone plaque in the center
Then with a glow of the moon
Looking up upon its ancient face
As if—it had wings upon its ears
It seemed indifferent to me
Almost arrogant
I knelt and thanked my God
For this opportunity
I knew then
These stones as old as they maybe
Were haunted with the invisible past
They didn’t breath, I said,
And that was when I saw its arrogance—
They begged for breath
As I climbed its breast…
Written while in Cairo, 12/2/98; only a few people are allowed to go to the Sphinx, after Midnight, if you have $1400-dollars to pay off the guards (and you know the right people), and then you might be allowed to do what I did. The sphinx I do believe is close to 13,500 years old. There is a stela in the middle of the Sphinx, between its legs, King Thuthmosis IV recorded on it, that he fell to sleep in the shadow of the Sphinx. It told him to remove the sand that covered it, and he world be rewarded. He then became King of Egypt. The Greeks believe that the Great Sphinx was Evil, and perhaps it is, it does have a haunting to it. It is said that Oedipus answered its riddle and killed himself.
The Stones
(At Stonehenge)
I stood in front of its three-monumental windows
[Tons of stone] its faces got into the moment
(They have faces you know).
The dark clouds above:
Likened to a canopy, a mystic crown:
It all got into my bones…
Chilled them.
I felt as if I was in the halls of Westminster Abbey,
I could see the countenance of their faces—
On these aged old stones…that chilled my bones.
They even whispered to my soul: with wisdom
And arrogance, “I will you…” they started to say,
And I quickly left, they tried to pull me back…!
Note: written 3/24/99 [3:30pm] after visiting the site, wrote the poem out here hours later in Bath, England.
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