Transgendered Poetry by Twocups part 2

Transgendered Poetry by Twocups Page 2

Laura's Playground presents the Transgendered Poetry of Twocups. See about the author below.

Look into the Mirror part 3

Look into a Mirror...
Two sides of a coin...turn...
These... see... as One.
A puzzle each inside the other spins..
See objects general form..
No part or bit to grab..
Look upon the whole..
And in stillness... wade...
Until sight turns again..
Dissolving all...
So remain. (1)
Yet.. not grasping for any view..
Let each... the other be... become
Of views... aware...
Watch each fade... and reappear.
No single dream, is wholly true..
Inside.. find Self..
While outside.. forms unfold
But both.... are only One.. reflections.
Two sides of the spinning coin.. (2)
In their movement, become as One....
Within the stillness... of the eye (3)
Folding in and folding out...
Does awareness start to fly..
So weave life's blessed path..
Become.. in this world..
But not, of its cast.

Twocups

(1) This is a form of practice that eventually is
carried throughout the day...it affects perception and
being.

2- What is being addressed is the balance of the dual
and non dual coexisting..part of the puzzle of
who/what we are.. creations of each other.. each using
the other to expand... this, because Bliss can not be
contained..and so, is expansive, without limit.. empty
on one side, full on the other... contradictions to
linear thought..and is why such experience is hard to
describe or grasp with a normal
conception...perhaps???
If you are two spirited, it may mean that you are
starting to enter into the realization of the balance
of the dual and non dual.. of apparently opposite
energies, which are in fact, two faces of the same
thing. That is perhaps one reason why being two
spirited is part of a spiritual path...transition into
another sort of "becoming"..of seeming "opposites"..
but will you recognize it as such???? And even more
importantly.. will you make the leap, or side
step?..The void is scary... it threatens what the
dream believes as true...back to Plato's cave analogy.

(3) Refers to both the use of the physical eye, as
discussed in the previous poems, but also to the
"Nous" in the Greek Orthodox reference... "the eye of
the soul"... which leads to understanding (wisdom) as
opposed to mere knowledge... and must be awakened.
Similar analogies exist in other cultures as well.
What matters, is that it is experienced, not talked
about so much. ( The term "soul" refers to core
nature, what character may become.. which is perhaps,
no-self .. transcendent .. unlimited.. not the usual
illusion of a separate intrinsic existence trying to
impress everyone, basically equating ego with core
nature...kind of a backwards logic..IE: It may be true
that "Thou art That", but the terms "Thou" and "you"
may not be of the same reference)

Sometimes

When sometimes words are fumbled...
And nothing seems to work.
When the long hours of the day..
Wear on and on...and overwhelm...
I catch my breath, in You...
And hold.. to a moments thought..
These times seem so hard...
And dissolute...
But these times... in their need...
Bring me.... to your Heart.
So when this day.... is finally done..
Take this whithered hand..
And lead it to another dance..
Upon the golden sands.*

Twocups
* sands = time

Spanky 1988 - 2005

Nothing that truly exists..
Can ever cease to be.
Nothing that.... truly Is...
Can ever be apart....... or undone.
And so remains... and invites..
A joyous day.
Which brings us home..
Where death, does fall away,
And we....... embrace.... again.

Branches

Not just people...
But that...we are a people.
And not just as feelings...
But that we are a bonding..
And so exist...
In levels beyond our sight...
We Are... the Love that holds us...
And we are more...
In all that is...
We are as Light...
And as the breaking of the Day.
And we are as the Moon...
And the stillness of the night.
In all that is...
The branches of a thousand trees... entwine..
And in the weavings..
Are we cast.
But in Compassion...
Do we become.

Perhaps, if we are fortunate in life, life will not
always treat us well, but may at times demand some
kind of stretch to grapple with ridicule or some other
misfortune? Perhaps such trials offer a space that we
can enter, and gain some ground or insight? Perhaps we
can use such unpleasant affairs to learn from, as a
mirror of instruction?
I enjoyed, the other day, listening to Sonia
Choquette's CD, "Your Psychic Pathway"...how we handle
energy, how it moves through us... and awareness...
seem important lessons. Biased in my thinking, I
believe that part of a good psychic's job.. or
shamen's job for that matter... is to help people
become aware of the ever present opportunity for
direct access that is open to them... to "remember"...
and awaken the eye of the soul. Who we are, and what
lives through us...may well be to find the answers
within, as a "still small voice".

Glances

Sometimes... when condescending glances
Drift my way..
With laughter meant to spit and sneer..
Or coldly demean..
I am reminded of the madness
Separation brings.
But when I turn to You....
And remember...
How Your kindness overflows..
With billowing locks of golden Sun...
And generous smiles of carefree play.
It is then that I Know...
How such goodness is the better way..
Whose warmth everlasting...
Does richly... bless...
The passing...... of the given day.