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A Love Note: Poetry on the Path
A Love Note: Poetry on the Path
A Love Note: Poetry on the Path
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A Love Note: Poetry on the Path

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A unique volume of spiritual slam poetry, inspired by rap as much as it is by the Tao Te Ching, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism and Kabbalah, and Sufism.

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Release dateMay 10, 2017
ISBN9781370554256
A Love Note: Poetry on the Path

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    A Love Note - Daniel Battigalli-Ansell

    My wonderful parents Phil and Silvia

    My best friend and brother David

    Netanel whose friendship 

    brought this project to fruition 

    Zvi whose primordial

    lessons ring through these poems 

    Miriam for donating her beautiful art for the cover 

    All my friends and family 

    who have loved and lived with me 

    All beings who are an inextricable facet of Reality

    Life itself

    And you the reader

    Foreword

    These poems are breadcrumbs I have dropped along the path. I hand them over now because I have them.

    I am just playing with words with concepts trying on hats; these words are just giraffes in tutus even when I am making some claim about Truth. This is a love note not a book of philosophy. 

    We live in a time where many people are opening up their awareness in profound ways, often outside of supportive structures. There’s lots of floofy esoteric jibber jabber and lots of people like me just trying to figure out how to live in alignment. 

    Our age and this expansion of awareness holds exciting possibilities and it is up to us to embrace the tides of our potential.  It is my hope that we will rise above the trappings of spiritual materialism and New Age bullshit to aid in the emergence of an unprecedented global epoch of human prosperity, peace, art, and spirituality.

    I must start with this because this book arises in a context. I don’t exist in a vacuum; I am deeply connected to communities that are reimagining reality in our world.

    These are windows into my journey, which has been marked by lots of love, struggle, expansion, and contraction. In these poems, I feel free to express this wide spectrum. My bias is that it is all included; it is all valid; it is all a part of the path. It is in the paradoxes, in the tension of everyday life, and the joys and pains of intimate connection that all the Love, Light, and Oneness hit the ground and become real. Spirituality is nothing if it doesn’t transform your life. 

    This is my drop in the ocean. I hope that these poems are food for your soul supporting your path and explorations in freedom. 

    A Note to the Reader

    These poems were written to be heard. 

    I’ve tried to lay them out how I read them personally, but play with them for yourself. There are ten thousand ways to say each one; read them how you feel them, but my hope is that you read them with swag. 

    A Love Note

    Confessions

    I come to you ready to share my pain

    but what could I share that would make sense?

    should I share a secret that’s made me repent?

    or what about the disease 

    that was running rampant?

    You wouldn’t even get it— damn it

    But the reader pushes:       Try me

    Should I tell you 

    about the countless churches

                  that I’ve been found in crying?

    I’m trying to share with you

    what’s been happening in my mind 

    but the angels and the demons 

    would make you roll your eyes

    …or call the loony bin

    This shit doesn’t even make sense to me

    I’ve had friends tell me: 

    You don’t got problems— your life is perfect

    and I just shake my head and smirk a bit     

    My ass was so blasted

    I wasn’t even on this planet

    stranger in a strange land shit

    ‘Cause I woke up

    And with my eyes opened 

    the horrors made me throw up

    I had my bowels in knots

    I’ve seen so much pain 

    it’s been like pissing out rocks

    like when you cry so hard

    you start to rock 

    and cry to God 

    to make it stop

    But nawwwwww

    I don’t know pain

    Matter of fact

    I don’t know no thang

    my skin could be purple 

    and my eyes could be pink

    adolescent teen 

    so confused I couldn’t think

    I’d think:

    Why’s everything so scary 

    if I’ve been a good kid?

    And what are these demons in my 

    eyes trying to devour me? 

    And who is it that they could even be devouring?

    Scouring at my skewed version of reality 

    ‘cause you know what’s crazy?

    I can see myself acting insanely

    Can the awareness of craziness really be crazy?

    Yes?         No?         Maybe

    On a good day I’ll say:

    "I’ve been feelin’ grounded lately

    everything’s comin’ into place

    and I’m makin’ progress daily"

    But still……

    Sometimes….

    I’m too scared to look into your eyes

    ‘cause I not only see your pain 

    but I feel it in my body

    and memories of astral attacks

    still haunt me

    These shadow realms have trained me 

    teaching me to constantly efface me 

    if only I could reimagine redefine my destiny

    In times of trouble 

    Mother Mary came to me

    held me–caressed me–said: "Let it be

    let these delusions fall away and be free"

    But I insisted on being in fear and feeling lonely

    I pushed my mother away when she tried to hold me

    I told my brother if only—

    I had a teacher to teach me

    maybe I could have avoided this whole thing

    And he

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