POET

Information on my  first limited edition
'I AWOKE' poem can be viewed here. My small book of selected poems 'TRIBUTE' is currently being completed. My dear friend and Alamandria colleague Mark kindly wrote the preface for me:

PREFACE | MARK GEARD

 

I first met Emily, then a design student at Massey University, when I worked there as a lecturer, many years ago. It did not take long for me to realise an intrinsic depth of character that lay within her, one that informed a striving perfectionism and desire to understand the deeper, more numinous aspects of life. In the company of others she reveals an effervescent vivaciousness that charms people through her intelligence and wonderful humour. However, in more private situations, there are times when a deep sadness and inner loneliness speak of the challenges that are faced on a spiritual path. Meditation is a foundation that nourishes and illumines her wide-ranging creative pursuits. Whether through painting, poetry or storytelling, they all serve a means to express her biographical transformation and awakening spiritual insight. The following poems offer fragments from her personal notebooks that may engender hope and courage for those who are also on a path of self-discovery and transpersonal awakening.

TEMPLE

There are no ancient ruins here

Only a landscape informed

By a more profane muse.

Mausoleums lay claim

To the road side.

I imagine a temple

On a hill top

Shining, brilliant gold

In the distance

Resplendant in the sun

After the storm.

A spire touching the sky

Where light streams upwards

Reminding me of home.

THIS IS THE WAY

 

I arrived here 

Intentions already made

Undone deeds lay before me

In a formidable expanse

A terrain of steep mountain passes

And desert lands burnt by the heat.

At first I did not see 

The lakeshore and the still turquoise waters.

I woke up slowly

Yet definitely

Undeniably

To that quiet, clear place, within.

Not flawlessly, mind you

Ignoble in my letting go

Yearnings lamented in a thousand grievous ways

Groping, ungraciously in the darkness

For what might have been.

I bared witness to this grasping,
And loneliness swelled, surged and inflamed my heart
Deep moaning like a thunder roll, vociferated in revolt;

Stop now

Enough now

Let me rest here!

Yet rest I cannot.

I remembered my solemn oath

My splendid, terrifying pledge

To you, to me, to them.

And I wept with the honour of it all

With my love for the world.

And when the tears had dried

And my body had straightened once more 

Answers came, through the stillness

Spoken clearly through my Spirit I

With the entreaty

Keep going,

This is the way!

So now I forge ahead, 

Like many have done before me.

Their mightiness forms a crest, on my breast,
Of indomitable courage. 

And you, my love, you are a figurehead on my grand ship,

Your steadfast gaze becomes a numinous talisman

For my journey bound.

And when the lightening strikes,

When the tempest flares and burns the sky

And the wind and rain whips my face

With a million bitter lashings

I will cry out, 

Unshakable, into the fury

Come to me

Come to me!

I am ready.

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