Category Archives: Poem

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~ on the purpose of the sun ~

~ on the purpose of the sun ~

Oh, Sun, you ancient being of the solar centre.
Why do you exist, what motivates you to shine?
Is your purpose to imbue purpose within life?
In the development of consciousness?
or are you just an accidental ball of nuclear?

The sun, existing in material space and time,
No inherent purpose, it simply is; a natural object that exists;
In the universe, gravity, slowing down time;
Vital source to the existence of life on Earth.
Without the sun’s energy, no life, no consciousness.

I value you, oh Sun, for life and consiousness!
Activator of seasonal change in weather patterns
Power wheel of the water cycle,
Essential for plant growth and food production.
Established constant radiance of heat to make earth habitable for life.
Establishing the cycle of birth, growth and decay.
Light rays opens the spectrum of light for eyes to see
Ultraviolet radiation stimulate vitamin D, essential element for human health.
Don’t you also open the third eye of illumination?

I greet you ancient Wisdom of spiritual illumination,
Focus of worship for eons, in human imagination,
Oh, Sun, you spiritual being of great cosmic intelligence.
Bringer of light and warmth, essential for physical and spiritual life on Earth.
Source of the vital life force that animates all living things, hidden in breath.
Shaper of human consciousness to awaken a higher spiritual man.
Gateway to spiritual worlds, I acknowledge You!

Oh, Sun, your purpose is a mystery,
But your importance to life is clear.
You are the source of energy and light,
Essential for all that we hold dear.
Thank you, Sun, for all that you give
To mankind, equally to each without judgement.

© Jurgens Pieterse, 2023, All rights reserved.

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~ To take up the runes ~

With FA I master flames of energy.
I dip into the well of power,
My potential grows without bounds.
I draw from the rune realms,
Latent energy within my hands.

I am a knight of runes.

With UR I master universal power.
I am the cause of causes,
The origin, wild and untamed.
I draw from the creative source,
It fills me with power and flame.

I am a knight of runes.

With THORN I master truth with will.
I project my intent,
Wherever I need it to go.
I open up a path,
No barrier can stand against me.

I am a knight of runes.

With OS I master overall freedom.
I break the shackles,
Nothing can bind me now.
I break free from limitations,
I am the master of my own vow.

I am a knight of runes.

With RIT I master responsible order.
I know the power of ritual,
Everything in its place.
Every action calculated,
The vision is clear and right, a guiding plight.

I am a knight of runes.

With KA I master capability.
I develop my skills,
To master the runes each day.
My efficiency increases,
With every breath I take, I yield the runes with mastery.

I am a knight of runes.

With HAGAL I master hallowed space-time.
I stretch myself in all directions,
Nothing is beyond my reach.
There is no fear,
All and everything within my reach.

I am a knight of Thor.

With NOD I master the necessity of destiny.
I will no longer abide by past patterns,
I carve new paths today.
The patterns must change for good,
I learn from the past, I set in motion a new future.

I am a knight of Thor.

With IS I master my inner self,
I am ME, I AM, no more no less.
The ego left behind, more free than ever.
I am centered, I know myself,
Essence agile, I act with conscious intent.

I am a knight of Thor.

With AR I master artful awareness,
When I face ill wishing thoughts,
I yield a shield of virtue, blocking them out.
My mind is free from influence,
My thoughts are lawed from within.
I set safe boundaries where no harm can come.

I am a knight of Thor.

With SIG I master certain success,
When I seek courage and victory,
I draw power from the sacred sun.
I bring a creative spirit to kin and friend.
The battle and luck already won.

I am a knight of Thor.

With TYR I master transcendence,
Self-sacrifice, key to the rune realm,
Opens up my understanding.
Every rune manifests,
Do what must be done.
I grasp each rune and retain each one by name.

I am a rune master.

With BAR I master birth and life
I am reborn and nurtured,
Protected, no harm can come.
A new man emerge with vital longevity.
I nurture new growth in my use of the runes.

I am a rune master.

With LAF I master divine love
I sing praises to the divine,
I make spiritual law known to all men.
I grow each day, my compassion increases,
The vital life force flowing freely through me.

I am a rune master.

With MAN I master meaning and light,
The divine light is my eternal guide,
My divine right to reach out.
Honour and strength, protected from within,
The spirit soars.

I am a rune master.

With YR I master error and earthing,
I am rooted in the world,
In the world but not from the world.
I feel the pulse of love and beauty,
Rooted but not attached.
The world feeds me but can not imprison me.

I am a rune master.

With EH I master eternal unity,
Anima and animus united,
Wholeness created.
Union with wise law,
Resolved – all duality and conflict.

I am a rune master.

With GIBOR I master the gift of mystery,
I am the rune realm,
All the runes are within.
All the runes are without.
All is all, all is one, a new cycle begun.

I am a rune grand master.

© Jurgens Pieterse, 2023, All rights reserved.

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~Heimdallr~

Heimdall by StaryAI

~ Heimdallr ~

Heimdall faithful watcher on the wall.

Son of nine mothers in all,

Born where ocean waves rise and fall.

Rigr, you brought purpose to  Thrall and Karl.

Rigr, your the rune teacher of Kon and Earl.

Heimdall faithful watcher on the wall.

Adviser to Aesir, calamity to forestall.

Shape shifting seal seeking Freya’s blue jewel

Golden tooth, drinking mead in your mighty  hall,

Yet you answer duty’s mighty call.

Heimdall faithful watcher on the wall.

In all weather you stand patient and  tall

Your ears sharp to hear a feather fall.

You take responsibility for both big and small.

You will blow your horn to warn us all.

In the end with your foe you will fearlessly fall.

© Jurgens Pieterse 2022

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Ars Poetica

 

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What makes a good poem?
A poem is an expression of beauty lurking in mans soul. A poem crafts art through the use of words. A poem uses minimum words to express maximum meaning. A poem is a letter of which all frivolous words has been deleted to leave the essence of the message burning. A poem turns a man’s emotion towards the most noble ideas. A poem attach itself to the readers mind in wonder, contemplation and deep concentration….
And ultimately transform his paradigm by shock, expansion or attraction. A poem has a rhythm and rhyme that appeals to the listener even if the language is not understood. A poem is complete, it is whole and stand without explanation, yet allow different people to discover different interpretations within it. Layered a poem has a multiplicity of meaning and it excavated the full treasure trove of language, the new, the old and forgotten. It speaks its own truth and appeals to the imagination.
A poem is born from the passion of inspiration speaking images that adresses both heart and mind. A poem must be memorable to encode it firstly in the brain, then the mind and ultimately in the unconscious knowing. A poem knows its topic intimately like a lover his beloved. A poem makes man fly to heaven or drool in hell but never leaves man untouched in his soul. In a poem each word tells its story through the its meaning, placement and emphasis. A poem tells a writers truth irrespective of whether he speaks for himself or the collective.
In modern days a good poem arrests minds and goes viral… Yet it is not in an instant but will find its way into the archetypes of mankind to linger in man’s ever expanding collective memory. The beauty and meaning of a poem is extant….
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The Tower

The earth tremors as the castle falls.
Bricks and mortar crashing down,
years of defence and stronghold gone.
The pride of yesterday, only a ruin now.
Sorrow in present day.

Alone against the horde the defences failed.
Hungry eyes sought the gold with plunder
and thus a generous King died in vain;
his deeds forgotten in the dust of the fallen.
Lost for future generations.

Will a knight come by and see the vista
and bring the courage and persistence to rebuild?
To ignite the light that restores the vision,
else darkness will be the future condition.
Dull yesterday’s memories of glory.

The hope is for traces of the past to remain.
The annals hidden in the vault underneath the rubble
to reveal past victories and tell its tale.
The truth veiled in mystery of myth and legend.
Sparking the promise of a new dawn.