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    A Glimpse to Open Pt. You [2]
    A Glimpse to Open Pt. You [2]
    A Glimpse to Open Pt. You [2]
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    A Glimpse to Open Pt. You [2]

    By Danielle Sainte-Marie

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    The poetry book A Glimpse to Open Part You [2] is the sequel to A Glimpse to Open Part Eye [I]. It is a highly confessional volume with many poems about transcendence, the kundalini, Yoga, Buddhism, surrealism, existentialism and quantum physics. It's a fascinating read!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateNov 8, 2014
    ISBN9781312660526
    A Glimpse to Open Pt. You [2]

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      A Glimpse to Open Pt. You [2] - Danielle Sainte-Marie

      A Glimpse to Open Pt. You [2]

      A GLIMPSE TO OPEN PT. YOU [II] DELUXE

      BY

      DANIELLE SAINTE-MARIE

      This book is dedicated to one individual and one entire population.

      First, to B: I love you, now and always;

      you gave me my work ethic,

      and my dreams thank you.

      We achieved symbiosis.

      Thank you for helping me.

      Second, to Everyone and Everything:

      You are all my sisters, brothers and animal-friends

      no exceptions.

      I love all of you;

      for you and I are all one and the same.

      All Rights Reserved. All poetry and quotes

      are by

      Danielle Sainte-Marie,

      unless otherwise indicated.

      Lilac Shadows Publishing, International ©

      ISBN: 978-1-312-66052-6

      Not an It, but…

      …a beginning to allow us to play across the Earth—let us see ourselves as One. I have no arm, but I am holding you nonetheless.’"

      Poetry can be one of the most complicated forms of art on the planet, but even the most fortunately constructed poem cannot work its full magic until the receptor is open.

      I’ve never thought of poetry to be only about meters, rhymes, grammar, academic descriptions and/or critical evaluations.

      My poetry is about the way the universe must live its life, and how it wishes to express and communicate its existence through me—to give a glimpse of the eternal transcendent mystery—so that all the world may join in with us on the search for meaningful experience. Faith is not necessary to those that have this experience, and in this way, poetry, like all art, is meant to supplant faith.

      No art and no deity, no understanding, no religion and no answers…just let go and enjoy the questions. If you can do this properly—and this is the real trick my friends…to put yourself fully in THIS MOMENT—then you just may discover that the ultimate question is really an answer, and that answer simply leads back to another question that is meant to transcend beyond all language.

      All you need to forget is all you need to know: I.

      ~Danielle Sainte-Marie

      January 10th, 2011, West Bountiful, Utah

      "In everyone and everything you encounter, seek to recognize them as another ‘thou,’ and never as an ‘it.’

      They are you, and you are them; from the tiniest grain of sand on the shore of any planet to the Cosmic Microwave Background that fills worlds like and unlike ours...from you and I, to all our differing illusory beliefs that seemingly seek to divide not unite, we are One.

      It is time to put away childish behavior that separates, and grow to wisdom. Embrace your supposed enemy, for they were you all along. Violence begets revenge. Compassion begets love.

      This is A Glimpse to Open Pt You (II)."

      ~Danielle Sainte-Marie

      ETERNAL POEMS

      "Art is the radiance of the goddess that gives forms and takes them away. It is meant to be transcendent beyond all such forms as well, but it can only work—much like magic—when the receptor is open. There has to be a readiness to receive, at least on some level, even if unbeknownst to the receiver.

      To fully experience art, you must be ready to kill what lies beyond the life of ‘I.’be ready to kill what lies beyond the life of I."

      The Path

      He wore a green hat while looking for a way,

      and he saw a sign pointing to The Path,

      so he made a slight shift of mind,

      and found he was at its entrance.

      And before him was a road,

      well-traveled and beguiling,

      with amazing views, dropping hints,

      of a mirror like sky and cantaloupe leaves.

      And as he stood there glimpsing,

      three more joined him:

      two men in hats brown and yellow

      —and one woman with no hat—

      and they all stood side by side.

      The man with the green hat said,

      "I am contemplating this path

      and I think I shall travel down it,

      even if I am not sure that I shall return."

      The man with the brown hat said,

      "I see no reason to travel the path.

      This view is already good enough for me,

      so I think I will just set up camp here,

      at the entrance."

      The man with the yellow hat said,

      "I don’t understand why there is a path.

      I reject it and want to go back to my life."

      Suddenly, he turned into a dog

      and went wagging happily away.

      The woman just remained silent,

      as though she were intent on listening.

      So, the man with the green hat

      started

      down

      the

      trail.

      The man with the brown hat set up camp.

      And, the man with the yellow hat,

      well, he barked somewhere

      far off in the distance.

      The man with the brown hat lived a long life

      and always enjoyed the views the path offered,

      but he never got to witness

      anymore than immediacy.

      And, one day he died, with a bit of regret

      for not following further.

      The man with the green hat enjoyed the views…

      and oh, what wondrous,

      prodigious sights he studied!

      Each day was a new, gratifying step on the path!

      The path spiraled on and on,

      and many years of solace and diversion had he—

      but one day the path began to change.

      He noticed it was less worn as he continued.

      Eventually, he was walking along in new soil,

      and the things he saw can never be described—

      or written about,

      for language does not do them justice.

      And he came to an end,

      and as he stepped through the other side—

      into blinding light,

      he saw he was back at the entrance.

      And there was the man with the brown hat,

      dead

      and he was lying next to the dog still

      in his yellow hat,

      also dead….

      And there stood the same woman,

      unaged.

      Aloud to her, Green Hat said,

      "I see now that no matter which road we choose

      we all end up the same.

      The difference though, is in the views along the way.

      For I have not had a dog’s life,

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