A Transformational Journey Through Dante’s Trees
copyright 2005 Scott Michael PotterA tree represents far more than its physical embodiment. In Aion: […], C.G. Jung writes: “The tree stands for the development and phases of the transformation...
View ArticleLong overdue eulogistic post
News of my father’s death, which solidified his passing, filled me with odd mixtures of emotions and feelings some wrapped up securely in afterthoughts of long ago and others still feeling the glow of...
View ArticleSeeing Treeing Osiris
by Scott Michael PotterWhile Egyptian mythology is complex in its original vignette form, and offers no clear story lines to follow, many of the deities receive enough mention on tombs, in pyramids,...
View ArticleCave-Painting with the Shaman Einstein
Bison staring into history’s gaping mawSpear belt hitching posterior haunchLo, what legs are these spindly and humanThat you tread the rocky ground upon?Could it be that the gory bloody head—bespeckled...
View ArticlePoetry on Writing
Writing for the HaulAll this writing is nonsense…Just a fishingHoping to snagThe biggest catchOr the smallestOne that’ll make profundityUselessThat’ll set new records For inanityThat’ll perch upon a...
View ArticleAuthentic Revisioning
…if we even state that there is such a thing as the collective unconscious, or desire to discuss the dream world, then to say that any way is more or less authentic than another is simply ludicrous. It...
View Articlewhy authentic revisioning?
Authentic Revisioning represents a new attempt, some may deem foolhardy, at writing in snippets to try to achieve a jigsaw puzzle result that conveys more meaning than ordinary essays and essay writing...
View ArticleThe FourFold of Poetics
II stood on top Everest and painted heaven amongstnot past, not beyond, and not withinthe clouds, for I knew not many could find my heavensince the tendency is to seek literalto cultivate esoteric and...
View ArticleBreathing in and Breathing out Mythology
If ever you should by chance encounter some snakes copulatinglest like Tiresias androgyny you start advocating seek not the counsel of even the wisest of deitiesand instead breathing deeply into...
View ArticleHorus Forgave Prometheus
Driving into an area where the sun drapes darkened benches when the moon’s lost its light to campfires when I learn-see again…Underneath the sheen of the milky way herein fairies roam and dwell; for,...
View ArticleEating My Tail
Herein is the uroboric returnMove downward spiral withinGrooves etched echo the downturnBegin improving after the tailspin
View ArticleFrom Within the Without of Yggdrasil the World Tree
Fondly hang thee witless nine nights wee the dawn tickles the upmost boughs; hang thee well and upside down;see thee into inevitable breakdown;see thee into the eye that e’er floats below;read the...
View ArticleFrom the Mouths of Babes
Infants speaking in ancient tongues heft the weftLeft bereft on the loom of arcane weaversLeavers of the clothing of original onesWondrous fabrics of rainbowed huesHumors would not allow done garments...
View ArticleDisassembled Beingness
Once upon a time there were three no we’ll make it four, little bits of time running a race that actually paralleled that of an anaconda digesting its large prey; a grizzly hibernating on a bighorn; a...
View ArticleFanciful Imaginings…
In the beginning of light within the dark and dryness in the moisture,Four cougars craved solace and while crouching on lily padsThey suddenly were transformed into lotuses,Which many deities and their...
View ArticleExcerpted from I'M DEAD—Osiris
The cadaver horizon is a mountainscapethat spreads from my eyebrows across the worldspanning outward evermore,for death is everpresent within everpresent life,and so it is not purely chaoticto see in...
View ArticleSoothsaying Necromancer
Seeing shades of death wash over, all around are touched by its dank feathersRancid, the smell of rotting death, swooners'd sooner fair better than be necromancer;Yet none there is who has escaped this...
View ArticleSeeking Fresh Searching True
Seeking, ever seeking, who is this searcher I sometimes call me?Is this searcher more aptly called myself?Or perhaps the searcher would prefer self?What if the searcher should see its way to Self?Other...
View ArticleSoul Companion Whole Reunion
In the finding of the soulsA mixture of love and remembrance overwhelmsIt is the strangeness of being oneBefore one knows the otherBefore one sees the otherBut as one has been with the otherIt is a...
View ArticleSown Words Drown Swords
Moving through reeds on the edges of each cool poolwhat was carrion has risen anew with mewlThe leaved poetry on trees viewed as a maculespeaks passion only sweetly wafting past the foolwho instead of...
View ArticleWatery Creature
Changing skin for clothesand rending teeth for toothy smilesa wedding soon ensues to treasure.Skin secreted in hidden chest awhileswhere hearts beat much lessbut whose pounding for fear of...
View ArticleWeaving Becomingness
Clotho once wove a weave so fine, so exquisite, its rainbowed hues left none witnessing it without tears. The fabric entwined that thus clothed the heroes who donned it throughout the eons, protected...
View ArticleWhat
What is not how or why or when or even whereWhat finds itself distinctly separatefrom the above more temporalities and moralities, as attempting to define some element of truth in beingness in quality...
View ArticleUnconscious Love
I glimpse you peripherally and I yearn to hold you, to crush you nearer. I espy you across the courtyard, amidst the falling leaves; resplendently dressed in their last hurrah—your beauty outshines...
View ArticleThe Quest of Sir Valentine: The Real Origin of Valentine’s Day
The Quest of Sir Valentine: The Real Origin of Valentine’s DayMany times come and many go, but, the time that presents as very now seems the only one to matter then. So it was for Sir Valentine as he...
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