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The Wandering Poem

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Poetry wanders the world of lost continents, cordless babies, mystical roses and divine-human erotic union with no regard for transcendent morality or social convention, preferring to imagine reality as it dreams to us. Poems by Thomas R. Verny, Caroline Mardon, Jim McNamara, Lisa Cowen.

Caroline Mardon

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Caroline Mardon, BA (Hon, Eng), is Director of the Living Institute, President of the Canadian Humanistic and Transpersonal Association, and a psychotherapist in archetypal, somatic and existential experiential traditions, with training in Western mysticism, yoga, Vajrayana Buddhism, the shamanic tradition, and Grotowski theatre.

Who am I?

Who am I?
Desire and desire and desire.
A fasting bitch designed to lure demons.
Who is this skeleton in a flesh suit
awaiting my own demise?

Thomas Verny

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Thomas R. Verny, MD, (www.trvernymd.com) is a psychiatrist, writer, lecturer and academic, co-founder of the Pre and Perinatal Psychology tradition in the early 80’s. Verny is the author of seven books and over 44 scientific papers, a published poet, and the co-recipient of the 2009 Living Institute Cultural Innovator Award.

Cordless  

I.

Do you remember
when your blood was her blood,
when your feelings were her feelings,
when your thoughts were her thoughts,
when you were one?

Come on Down - Cosmogonic Seduction Poems

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I had asked the 2008-09 first year class in the Living Institute to write a seduction poem, calling the fiery, masculine Logos space consciousness down into earthy embodiment, as if they themselves were an Earth goddess. We had been studying divine-human union mysticism in the apophatic tradition in the 20th century, and Henri Corbin’s account of divine-human erotic yearning in the Sophianic Beloved theme in the Sufi theosophical tradition. JM

Jim McNamara

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To the God of Love

Come on down, the flesh is fine.
Yes,come hither.
No, not there,way over here.
This way. That’s it.

Lisa Cowen

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Within this Fathom Long Body

Come on down, the flesh is fine.

Sit at my table and drink my wine.

 

I will say,

“Within this fathom long body,

Subject though it is to death and decay,

I will show you the arising and

passing away of the Universe.”