The OSMOSIS Poems: writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 4

By Scott Vanya

The work I was doing exploring Emptiness, as the holiness that projects out through us into this space The Earth, produced many, many poems of a similar nature: The OSMOSIS Poems.
The collected books, in four parts, spans, that period and encompasses large portions of 2012 and 2013.
No attempt is made to hide anything from the reader, rather like the archeoligist uncovering long buried treasures, I channeled what I found in that place into this place. Largely I was "moved" to write and these are how the works came.
They are all tinged with a sense of human compassion and "get alongness" that i am so fond of. Without that, this world just wouldn't make any sense at all.
I think you will see what I mean, and do suggest you read all four parts, as more often than not I was turning over a jewel in my hand and at each poem, a new light was caught.
Peace.
They are one man's blossoming understanding of what "Agape" means: not to be loved by God, rather to love as God, limitlessly, boundlessly, for all beings, sentient and non-.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Vanya
• Release date: Apr 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311444363

Scott Vanya

I've been writing for a very long time, what seems like my whole life, taking it seriously from the time I was about 11. Now, at 46, I think I may be starting to get the hang of it: Say what you feel, as passionately as you can, but always with an ear turned to those who are listening.Most of my more serious work is done at live performances, which i do totally extemporaneously, channeling the mood of the room as my fingers play on the guitar. You can see some of that if you go to "my" website. (Open Mics Austin is a platform I created to showcase the Spoken Word scene here in Austin, TX. Only a small role in which i play.)As far as I can tell what makes good writing is LOVE. Love ,plainly simply, and with no strings attached.I put these words/books before you, not so much because I want something back from it, because I think and feel like I feel my bones and my soul, if you were to see the world, experience it like it do, for even a brief moment, you would walk away from that happier, more alive, compassionate and in tune with all those around you.Peace, good will, and harmony. Let those be your guiding light.Agape forever,Scott VanyaPublication Credits:Stepping Stones Magazine, The Main Street Rag, www.carcinogenicpoetry.com, Texas Art Initiative, Phoenix New Life Poetry, Walt’s Corner, Manna, Perigee, Chicago Literary Review, Mobius, Cosmic Trend, Pitchfork, Romantics Quarterly, Artisan, Pegasus, The Neovictorian, Red Owl, The Story Teller, The Blind Man's Rainbow, Atlantic Pacific Press

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The OSMOSIS Poems - writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 4

Scott Vanya

Copyright Scott Vanya 2014

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

If I could but write one lineOn a day I heard the rain coming downI came into The WorldWhat I have learned from all thisCut all the kite stringsWrite what you knowHow my dialogues with God goPreconception,Life,AfterLifeBecause it takesBecauseI have no enemiesEverywhere machines...This is the seasonThe DebtSoul without the BonesHow do I tellRose Bush in Full BloomThere is only One REAL ThingToo much for me to containMy MastersIn media resOut of the Garden

If I could write but one line

If I could write but

  one line

  that would unlock the doors

  of a single man's heart

  it would all

  have not been

  for naught.

That single one

  is perhaps my own.

That:

  to reach out/

  to offer a way up

  to another

  is infinitely better

  than to reach out

  to find a hand

  that would pull one's self

  out from the gutter.

Underneath it all

  there like oblivion

  apathy (complete)

  or understanding

  the Answer:

  That to push onward,

  smoke, drink, toke

  what have you

  is better

  that to dwell in the

  Eternal Now

  where nothing Ever happens

  and all is only forgotten about

  but never made.

I would rather exist here,

  where everything is uncertain,

  and All is left to chance,

  than spend one moment

  in the forgetfulness of Outer Space.

I am awake.

I am aware.

I am dwelling internally

  in the All and Ever After.

And that is OK,

  for someone's hand

  needed mine

  to hold it.

And I did offer it

  with compassion and grace.

Now, spoken like the True Gentle Man,

  only exists

  if we share it with another,

  imaginary or real.

It is the differences between us

  that make us more or less the same.

And I love every single one of them.

Adieu. Until we meet again.

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On a day I head the rain coming down

Listen carefully

Let your body

  or what you

    thought was

    your body

Slip in to all the sounds

  that are made.

Lip-tingle

Word-nuzzle

Poetry that is

  Here-ing!

When all your

  self-conceptions

About what you are

  or what you were

    or will be...

Shoes into toes

Elbows into chair

Ease off your body

  And

HERE!

The sounds are all