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On this page we will share some of the
thoughts and words of the poets themselves
on the topic of PSI. Occasional brief expressions
or quotes will be included to ponder.
In this excerpted text, hear Walt Whitman
invite us to meet with him
across time and space...
Ralph Waldo Emerson requests a psychic
connection with his lover and protection
from the slings and arrows of love
with an amulet...






UNTITLED
By W.S. Merwin

Send me out into another life Lord
because this one is growing faint.
I do not think
it goes all the way.



CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY
(excerpted)
By Walt Whitman


I
Flood-Tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west-sun there half an hour high - I see you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me.
On the fery boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose.
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.

2
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours of the day,
The simple, compact, well-joined scheme, myself disintegrated, everyone disintegrated yet part of the scheme.
The similitudes of the past and those of the future.
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over the river
The current rushing so swiftly and swimming with me far away,
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and the, the certainty of others the life, love, sight, hearing of others.
Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore.
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide,
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights of Brooklyn to the south and east,
Others will see the islands large and small;
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross the sun half an hour high.
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others wil see them, Will enjoy the sunset,
the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the falling-back to the sea of the ebb-tide.

3
It avails not, time nor place - distance avails not.
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so i felt,
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd.
Just as you are refresh'd by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh'd.
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood yet was hurried.
Just as you look on the numberless

4
These and all else were to me the same as they are to you,
I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river,
The men and women I saw were all near to me,
Others the same - others who look back on me because I look'd forward to them,
(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)

5
What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores of hundreds of years between us?
Whatever it is, it avails not - distance avails not, and place avails not.
I too lived, Brooklyn of ample hills was mine,
I too walk'd the streets of Manhatten island, and bathed in the waters around it,
I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me,
In the days among crowds of people sometimes they came upon me,
In my walks home late at night or as I lay in my bed they came upon me,
I too had been struck from the float forever held in solution,
I too had receiv'd identity by my body, that I was I knew was of my body, and what I should be I know I should be of my body.

6
It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,
The dark threw its patches down upon me also,
The best I had done seemed to me bland and suspicious,
My great thoughts as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre?
Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil,
I too knotted the old knot of contrariety,
Blabb'd, blush'd, resented, lied, stole, grudg'd,
Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not speak,
Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignant,
The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me,
The cheating look, the frivolous, the adulterous wish, not wanting,
Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness, none of these wanting,
Was one with the rest, the days and haps of the rest.

7
Closer yet I approach you.
What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you - I laid in my stores in advance,
I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were born.
Who was to know what should come home to me?
Who knows but I am enjoyig this?
Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you cannot see me?

8
What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach?
What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you?
We understand then do we not?
What I promis'd without mentioning it, have you not accepted?
What the study could not teach - what the preaching could not accomplish is accomplish'd is it not?



THE AMULET
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Your picture smiles at first it smiled,
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came.

Give me an amulet
That keeps intelligence with you.
Red when you love, and rosier red.
And when you love not, pale and blue.

Alas, that neither bonds nor vows
Can certify possession;
Torments me still the fear that love
Died in its last expression.



WHAT IS GREAT PURPLE
(a few lines...)
by Naneo Sakaki

...The shadows of a star
visible only to birds...
The light of the last water
you drink...

(Suggested by another poetry lover)


Commentary
by Asha Ariel Aleia

And, in the end, it came to pass
As one great suffering
Betwixt the Anfold haras
and the blind Vanir

We are troubled
But not shaking
A divine concordance
Of benevolant calm

Fortitudinous awakenings of
Divine awareness
Among brothers of charm
Devout and sincere

For wherein for the one
Of great understanding
keeps a rememberance
of same.


KARMA
by Asha Ariel Aleia

Make to thine own power
to be of the many that
came and went but
left the many behind

Be it from the start
that conscious acts prevail
upon us.

Decisions we must rest upon
until such time as we are
free the bonds.

(...Of the making. and then
there were none.)
For blessings upon the one
brought from the same.


DIALOGUE
by Asha Ariel Aleia

Tell me the pillowing of my soul
That lies in the darkness of
Unforeseen events.
Taken from its seam of dissatisfaction.
The journey of a thousand years.

For when it came to pass
You have made it to be of
Unshadowed significance.
Foretold it.
Left it to be given to the princes
Of high innuendo.
Befallen in time.
Bestowed.

Left to travel the inroads of bourne
To let out the many cries of solitude
To torment the given allies.
To fortify the grains of love annoyed.

Having been given a shape
Yet seen as dungeon
ALLIED with the shadow
Of love as yet fulfilled


On The Sunny Side Of The Street
Song Lyrics
by J. McHugh/D. Fields

Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

Can't you hear the pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be complete
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
But I'm not afraid...this rover's crossed over

If I never had a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with them blues on parade
Now I'm not afraid...this rover has crossed over

Now if I never made one cent
I'll still be rich as Rockefeller
There will be gold dust at my feet
On the sunny
On the sunny, sunny side of the street



From MIDDLEMARCH
by George Eliott

A child forsaken waking suddenly,
Whose gaze afeard on all things round doth rove,
And seeth only that it cannot see
The meeting eyes of love


Excerpt
Quoted from Alexander Brome, C.1645

Something there is moves me to love, and I
Do know I love, but know not how, nor why.


BOAST OF QUIETNESS, an excerpt
byJose Luis Borges

My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away
he doesn't expect to arrive.



BRAHMA
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

If the red slayer thinks he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near,
Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear,
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.



A STAR WITH NO NAME
by Rumi

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse, it easily forgets her and
starts eating

solid food.  Seeds feed on ground awhile, then lift up into the sun. So you
should taste

filtered light and work toward what has no personal covering. That's how you
came here,

like a star with no name.  Move in the night sky with those
anonymous lights.



THE MOVING FINGER WRITES; AND, HAVING WRIT,
by Omar Khayyam

The Moving Finger Writes; and, Having Writ
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it



PERSEIDS
by Asha Ariel Aleia

Diamonds floating down...
God's gifts
Perfectly divined
Of wondrous light...
A beam to be proud of,...
Amazed at...
All the fetching as they gaze
At small wonders like us...
In the dust.


BEGINNING GUIDANCE SYSTEMS
By The Other Side

Rev up..we are going
eastward to the nearest star.
Guidance systems are set.
We are near it now. East.

The radius of it surprises me.
We are no distance.
We have it.
Guidance system alert to follow.
Travel east a distance to brigtest star.
Follow northward a bit...to camp.
Travel west alone on foot.
Tramp down.
Alignment fixed to root.
A team awaits you.


AT DEATH
By The Other Side

On leaving
The place we leave is
One of small dimensions...
Absorbed into the larger
For means transparent.
The substance below
Is fading fast.


DANCE
By The Other Side

The light of which flows so quickly
sustained
inevitability of the fruit
to swing lightly above the fray.

We elevate you... given chance of renewal...
We bend.
For take it to "dance."

Lightly... in the fray... amidst
Decay, darkness, the fonts of plenitude
Resplendant, dolor

Maddeningly - a fly... a canker on
the inside of life. Redundant in
praise. The flings of it, the arrows
of diversity. Alive

We pray, we lie awake, we make
assaults to senses.
Avenues descend... breathing us up

Beseaching us
to
d a n c e.


AS IF I FLY
By Asha Ariel Aleia

As if I fly...
I might, you see -
An angel flight -
Moreover, WELL,
Foresaking my
Only "me,"
In beauty, bright,
To soar and swell.


L O O K I N G
By The Other Side

Under a bridge in Poland?
On a train in Ukraine?
Can I take from Blake ... Albion?
Amiss with the Swiss?
Vessel from Sevastopol - Cairo sole?
Widen your networks, Scrollier.


GIFTS FOR ALL OCCASIONS
By Edward Espe Brown

Open anytime.
A generous, rib-widening breath,
let-go and everywhere all-pervading,
knot-softening, shoulder-dropping.

Open whenever you'd like.
There's more where it comes from.

Open anytime
A most-intimate breath
With nothing better to do
Then touch the saddest most
painful places with tenderness
and warmth, places so long neglected
and hungry for kind attention.

Use often.
Open anytime
A relaxed and settled breath,
with nothing better to do
than prepare lettuce and potatoes
to be food for breath.

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