A Sparrow Who Ate the Universe: A Hundred Pounds of Poems in a One Pound Book
By Skip Maselli
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Andra Balt, Author, Founder and Editor in Chief of Rebelle Society
Masellis poetry is a reminder of the subtlest truths from the beyondlike the prophet Khalil Gibran, his verses are reminders presented in a different light... His couplets set the heart aflame with unquenchable longing until it is reduced to ashes He sings about love in beautiful versesbecause his soul itself has become a song of the beloved, a melody in harmony with and a strain of the music coming from the abode of the unseen. Maselli knows that he himself is not the author of all these verses, rather he is like the flute, [awaiting] the beloveds breath....
Dr. Ahmad Javid Sarwari Qaderi, Sufi teacher and writer
Books like this one, the rare gems in the tradition of Rumi and Hafiz, are not just forms of expression, but dialogues between the different facets of ones own self, travelogues through the terrains of the heart and soul, and the saga of stories woven within storiesReading Masellis poetry has the effect of being entranced by all the gates to an otherworldly wisdom, which lay hidden before un-trained eyes. The doors into the realm of love: where wandering is a gift and pain is a treasure.
Dr. Arshia Qassim, Neurologist, Columnist, Writer, Poet, Artist
Skip Maselli
Skip Maselli lives in northern Virginia, but resides somewhere between earth and heaven. Raised in the rural areas of southern New Jersey, far from the turnpike, he left for more remote parts of the earth, ending up in the most amazing places, from Korea to Europe, from Australia and the Pacific Rim to Turkey and southwest Asia, and points in between. Skip has been writing and reciting his poetry, prose, quips, and vignettes since he was 11 years old. The genre of his writing delves into various ontological explorations of mysticism, divine and human love, spiritual awakening, and socio-cultural and interpersonal musings. Indeed, you might find Sufi undertones in his writing. His first book, “Twenty-Five Words towards the Truth (#25wtT)” was published in March 2016. Skip received his bachelor’s degree from Dickinson College with a focus in geology and philosophy, a combination that at the time made perfect sense. After receiving his master’s in civil and environmental engineering from the University of Wisconsin Skip served in the military, which provided him yet another view of the world. As an offset to his current career in business development for a large corporation he remains an impassioned reader, thinker, and deep listener. Many of his views have been shaped as a competitive swimmer and triathlete and spiritual explorationist. He is still called “Daddy” by his highly creative and gifted daughter Camerin, fifteen, and her wisely inquisitive brother, Aidan, twelve who lost their mother three years ago. His work and play reflect a life of inward travels, long drives, short phrases, small disappointments, big lessons – all flavored by serendipity, loving partnerships, and God-sent children and friends.
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A Sparrow Who Ate the Universe - Skip Maselli
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Published by AuthorHouse 08/01/2016
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Contents
Preface
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1 There Is a Pearl Within You
The Waiting Rings of Time
Breakfast with a Writer
Sated Reflections
Parindey
Smithereens
Sisters of Darkness
The Pearl of Wisdom
Morning of the Madrugada
Wild Vine
Another Morning Awoken by Night
I Dreamt You Wrote a Poem
Pulsing Inkwell
Birds of a Song
Sibilant Skin
Everything
Poems That Will Get Me Killed
The Romance of Muse and Artist
My Magnificent Morning Malaise
Earthbound Elements in Repose
‘Tis Her Again
Love’s Fool and Fortunate One
We Lie at Night
Hibiscus Dreams
Unseen Heart
To Die for Love
Surrounded by Ourselves
Stillness in the Balance
Byzantine Kiss
Driftwood in Your Ocean
Rose Petals Falling in the Garden
The Passenger
Fashioner of Wind
And Finally We Sleep
The Kiss that Toppled the World
The Phoenix
I Like Everything About This
The Road
We Loved Once When We Were Young
Fractured Light
Autumn Left a Note
Resonance and Reticence of Words
Poetry Is a Mistress
Worthy to Love
Turning Out the Beasts
Sweetly as One
Thinking Back to Her
Star Stirrer
The Sentinel
All the Love
Bathing Angels
Gardens of Siam
Good-bye Greetings
It Just Hurts
Alone
The Light by Which You See You’re Found
Mysteries Need Not Be Mysterious
Rose Speak
The Question to Your Answer
Many a Season’s Harvest
The Messenger
Three Minutes and Thirty-Nine Seconds
In the Literal Zone
Lines in the Sand
Wounded Poetry
Seasoning
Love and the Itinerant Lover
Flesh
Tree Rings
The Ballerina
Love Is the Finest Form of Dying
Chapter 2 Whispers of a Silent Heart
Entered a Dervish
Oh, Icarus, What Have You Done?
Speaking Love into the Shadows
Crossing the Bosphorus
The Garden Road
Unfree Poem
I Followed a Writer Up a Tree
Sword and Dagger
Seamless with Light
Sans Words
Colors of Love
Seeking Love
Ishq, the Sun and the Moon
Words Form a Trail
Not to Be Withheld
Love with Nothing: Why Be a Prism?
Pawns of Pronouns
Falling Out of Love and Into Truth
Come Hither in the Silence
What Is Forgotten
Abandoned by Youth
Teach You to Fly
Iqra (Recite)
Writing the Way Home
Abandon Everything
In Vino Veritas
Damascene Sword
Love Is a Steady Wind
Broad-Shouldered Lions
Words Are Rolling Stones
Poison on the Arrow’s Point
Sparrow Eats the World
The Secret of the Heart (Qalb)
Go There
Written
An Empty Gift
Where My Beloved Waits
God, Truth, Love
The Elusive Garden
In an Instant
From Whence We Come: Morocco
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Everything Is Becoming
The Key within a Key
Parched Earth, Quenched Heart
What Is Not Reveals What Is
Clever Alchemist
Die Beautifully: Empty Heart, Full Heart
Niyat (Intention)
Map to Your Heart
Ruined Life, Enlivened Death
It Is
This Love Is Going to Kill Me
Teaspoons of Light
Sojourner
A Cove One’s Own
Fractured Light
Recipient Becomes Sender
Why It Rains
Paths Go By (adab)
Where the Beloved Resides
In-between-ities
Wisdom Beyond Logic
Signs
Death and Life Share the Same Door
A Fair Curve in a Slow Current
Vast Encounters
Let It Lie, Let It Fly
Sated Fierce Ones
Bleeding Hearts
Inspired Dusk
One and the Same, Respectively
Vertigo
The Baobab Tree
One Hundred Ways
Who Am I
Of Those Arrived
All We’ve Lost
Heart Becomes a Star
Inexplicable Certainty
Somnol-essence
Signs to Fly
A Heart Filled with Emptiness
Real Love in a Series of Affirmations
Chapter 3 Poems with Rounded Edges
Some Friends Are Like the Leaves in Fall
Blood Moon
My Highway’s Washed Away
Child’s Prayer
Boat Called Rock Bottom
Winding to a Point
The Empty Heart of the Poet
Composition in Completion
Gray Good-byes
Timeless Through the Ages
Waiting to Be Picked
So Jung and So Sang Freud
I Polish Mirrors
Life Is the Dancer
A Juxtaposition of Self
The Writing Hand Is Raised a Slave
Putting the Tea to Boil
Humans
What We Do, We Are
Wordness
A Seed Found Furrow in My Brow
The Noisy Ones
This Moment
I Remember a Time When
I Didn’t Have to Remember
Destiny Stifles a Question
Ode to a Roadrunner
Tear Streams in Renditional Evolutions
Two Red Rockers
Tears in the Thirsting Years
Time-Bitten Memories
Rain Interrupted
Don Quixote
Chapter 4 Poems with Sharper Edges
Ten-Pound Poem on an Ounce of Paper
Waiting for the Mulch to Arrive
Glowering Junkies
Men Entering Women
Todays Best Sell By
Date
Kissing Andromeda
Story of You
Social Media and Literary Dalliance
I Woke with Memory
#Hashtag Poetry
What the Dead May Pray
About the Author
Dedicated to those beloved sojourners
with whom I’ve journeyed, pondered, shape-shifted,
danced, or shared deep silences.
Without your everlasting light,
I’d be invisible.
All photos/graphics by the author, unless otherwise stated.
Preface
This is a book of poetry, a lifelong, ongoing labor of love. How do I gently lead you buy the hand and heart into the depths of its contents? There, I can maybe convey each poem’s transcendent meaning within you; meaning which is independent and perhaps more splendid than that which inspired me to write it.
I was eleven when I began writing poems in the margins of any piece of paper I could find. I never thought to ask for a pad of paper. Notebook computers were still a couple decades away. I remember calling writing my inner out.
I wrote, Most people don’t understand it, but its meaning it doth shout.
Yep, I wrote in those archaic terms back then too.
In ninth grade we were asked to submit a book of poetry as a class project, after which we would be given a grade. A grade?! I wrote on the last page of my delivered poetry assignment that I thought it wrong to grade poetry because it was grading someone’s feelings. Here I am, almost forty years later, publishing a book of poetry, and I have to explain within this preface why anyone should read it. And I wonder still: am I being graded? Where within the consciousness exchanged between writer and reader does a poem’s quality exist?
Poetry is how some engage with the world around them. I cannot understand a world if I do not stimulate my surroundings through an understanding of myself so I might gauge its reaction. Writing is my way of poking the sleeping giant of unconsciousness. Partly from the world’s reaction we learn more about about the subtlety of our life’s nature and intent.
Creativity is a temptress that lives in the shadows of our being. She often reveals herself when our attentions drift away from her. So when I should be doing other things, I create. And the relationship between my writing and me has been a tumultuous one. I have fought her at every turn and fallen under her spell. I have put my writing above the immediate needs of my job, family, and partners. My writing has held me at a distance from those worldly things I love the most. So lamenting and longing becomes something sublime in my poetry. We study what is distant the most closely, and once we get too close, we create distance.
I wonder if the act of writing is itself an ode to something beyond all that I’m able to love on this earth. Am I wrong to love one thing more than everything? Perhaps we love in spirit that which exceeds the capacity of the human body. Could Pablo Neruda have been under the spell of the divine when he wrote,
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.¹
My eyes water when we cannot turn our passions away from mystery’s expression; that blissful confusion - if we let it happen - when we cannot distinguish who is writer, who is reader, and what is inspiration. I’m drawn to Coleman Barks’ poetic translation of a poem by the beloved Mawlana Jalāl ad-Dīn Rumi’s poetry,
All day I think about it, then at night I say it …
[b]ut who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes?
This poetry, I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all. ²
I have toiled over this book’s purpose before I wrote it, as I compiled it, and in hindsight. This book’s completion is really the beginning of something new and so I toil over its release. Indeed, every exit is an entrance. And there are some interesting distinctions in how we understand purpose in the context of poetic literature and within that of writing, reading, and poetry itself.
Poetry has no purpose,
none at all.
It seems to be
some kind of involuntary emission
from a busy mind or
a broken heart,
a clouded memory,
a longed-for future.
It has no purpose
because it does not fulfill
any of these states,
for the busy mind still toils,
the heart crumbles,
memories fail,
and the future eludes us,
remaining one word ahead
of its expression.
Poetry is a rope dropped into a coil
at the bottom of a dark pit.
Its usefulness