TO MY TEACHER OMAR KHAYYAM.

[S-word]

When we were young I merged with thee
The blood of youth still flowing free
The bread the wine the poetry
Beneath the old forbidden tree

How sweet the fruit that we have shared
Across the gulf of time we dared
To stand before each other bared
And free of guilt embraced and paired

Our love beyond earth’s great desire
A love that burns more fierce than fire
I lay me down on broken briar
Your son upon the funeral pyre

Like rings of onions you have peeled
The mysteries that the atom sealed
God’s heavenly tablets once concealed
To me, through you the Lord revealed

May he in me with love’s desires
Wash your body ere it dies
With fragrance sweet that ne’er expires
To snare the righteous passer-byes

The spark of life leaps ever higher
Spiraling up from fire to fire
To He, with who we did conspire
To grasp this scheme of things entire.

The crystal there beside your seat
The written formula—incomplete
My brothers now lay at your feet
Their offerings that you might eat

Awake my Lord, for now’s the time
To offer to the world your wine
Reveal on every written line
Your secrets, through these words of mine.

May you, when for your morning sup
Of heavenly vintage from the soil look up
Through wine that drips down drop by drop
Know he who holds—the inverted cup...............S-word.

 

[stonesoffire]

I love your gift of poetry S-Word..

Thank you for sharing.

 

[oldethennew]

hopefully you outgrew his nonsense, like the rest of us...

 

[S-word]

hopefully you outgrew his nonsense, like the rest of us...

Outgrow the secret of the great Alchemist, Omar Khayyam, who reveals the secret of the seven sided philosophers stone, that concealed stone of many colours, the mystic seed of transcendental life, which invades, tinges, and wholly transmutes the imperfect self into spiritual gold. I think not my friend. The Stone as revealed in Zechariah 3.

Through swirling waters deep and fast
Towards the birth of day
Through fleeting shadows of the past
My spirit fled away
Ever inward we were born
Upon the streams of time
Receding back toward the dawn
WHO I AM and me, to find
Somewhere in the distant past
My old friends hallowed grave
And there we stopped and sat at last
Beneath the perfumed shade

Where we talked of this and talked of that
And shared our time spanned love
Then drank with him the living wine
‘Neath the waning moon above
And we listened to the nightingale
As she sang her age old song
Of summers bright and winters pale
Of Sultans long since gone

Then we watered with our tears of love
The blossoms--- round his sacred urn
And onward through the mists above
Through time our souls did journ’
One more has been awoken
One more now lives again
One more has joined the gathering
One more came through the flame

One more now joins our singing
As we hurtle on through time
To introduce who we will be
To he from who we came
Now death where is your victory
Now death where is your sting
Rejoice you sons of glory
To who you were and will be, sing!..........S-word.

 

[S-word]

Outgrow the secret of the great Alchemist, Omar Khayyam, who reveals the secret of the seven sided philosophers stone, that concealed stone of many colours, the mystic seed of transcendental life, which invades, tinges, and wholly transmutes the imperfect self into spiritual gold. I think not my friend. The Stone as revealed in Zechariah 3.

Through swirling waters deep and fast
Towards the birth of day
Through fleeting shadows of the past
My spirit fled away
Ever inward we were born
Upon the streams of time
Receding back toward the dawn
WHO I AM and me, to find
Somewhere in the distant past
My old friends hallowed grave
And there we stopped and sat at last
Beneath the perfumed shade

Where we talked of this and talked of that
And shared our time spanned love
Then drank with him the living wine
‘Neath the waning moon above
And we listened to the nightingale
As she sang her age old song
Of summers bright and winters pale
Of Sultans long since gone

Then we watered with our tears of love
The blossoms--- round his sacred urn
And onward through the mists above
Through time our souls did journ’
One more has been awoken
One more now lives again
One more has joined the gathering
One more came through the flame

One more now joins our singing
As we hurtle on through time
To introduce who we will be
To he from who we came
Now death where is your victory
Now death where is your sting
Rejoice you sons of glory
To who you were and will be, sing!..........S-word.

I picked up a fossil and lord what a buzz
For I held in my hand----who I once was........S-word.

 

[MorningFlower]

Very well expressed both of your poems, as well as your last short poem.