This four-part collection of poems chronicles a tumultuous and intense phase in my life. Dashed into the throes of life – its ecstasies and its agonies – and a close witness (in my work as a medical doctor) to the human condition, I found solace in expressing the restless inferno raging within my psyche.
The poems were written as they ‘arrived’, sometimes after ward-rounds and frequently on public transport. Occasionally, they would arrive in the shower, forcing me to leap out and rapidly pen whatever words did ‘flash upon that inward eye’, before they vanished into nothingness. I wrote on inspiration and the objects of my reflection always proved a most wonderful muse.
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Words of a Feather
The Mystic Musings of a Medical Man
By JFW Ndikum
Trafford PublishingCopyright © 2016 Dr. JFW Ndikum
All rights reserved.
It begins as an effulgence of bliss; a showering of love that at first appears to come from without and is later recognised as emerging from within. The psyche - peeking through a new aperture - waltzes in the splendour of the 'divine-lit blaze'. Nothing can go wrong. Or so it seems. Although we do not yet realise it, this taste of the Light is our incentive to begin walking the ageless Inward Path.
The Poet in me
He dormant lay,
Lost in the midst of Life's bleak play.
Anon - His heart was stirred by a new Light
And boldly, He re-emerged with fervent new
What wondrous ferments do arise
When poets from their skilled pens write
Such splendid verses that ignite
Young hearts and make young lovers wise.
This talk of blessed divine oars
And spirit transformation lore,
Shall make meek youth so evermore
Thirsty to boat to other shores.
So enjoin now in fine array,
Let eager pens to paper meet;
Rejoice in moments ever sweet
And in your pastured verses, rested, lay.
THE MAKING OF A MUSE
That sets Poets' hearts alight.
A Natural beauty that leaves us in a daze,
For it does
When kindred souls together wind
Through supple fingers intertwin'd;
In sweet ambrosial currents lay
And to each other softly pray.
Do these young lovers rested near
Have slightest inkling, even here
That what does softly between them flow
Is the essence by which all things grow:
The seed of trees, and stars at night,
The force that sets the sun alight
And hailstorms falling, 'tis the hand
That brings them fore, from distant land.
The tune that does from fair lark play
To bring light to e'en the darkest day;
When all at once seemed ever bleak
Lifts you to fairest cloud brushed peak!
But man with his constricted mind
Does even now, seek out to find
A word that does this marvel explain,
And make the Infinite seem plain.
But how can we all reckon that
The Lord, donned in a glory hat
(Who does fine worlds with thinking sculpt
And by His wish, mountains erupt)
Should be so easy to conceive,
When we can't even here receive
His love into our feeble hearts -
And our wars, still, we think are arts.
When he but wishes we could surrender'd, stand
And take cherished time to understand
That He is Love, and Love is He
And He resides, in all of thee.
'Tis admiration's divinations
That give rise to sublime inspirations -
Give praise, I do now decree;
This is the way, we Poets shall be set free.
In an Ocean of Love -
And still we know it not.
On this Earth-ephemeral-string,
Where sure destruction seems our lot.
But amidst the waves
Men known as poets, oft do glimpse
Beyond the veil of the mortal shroud,
And their bounty
SONGS OF ECSTASY
My soul sings songs of ecstasy
And Nature echoes in glee;
This rapture-laden spirit entranced
In swoon - as if it'd never been free.
And high-basked in Her crimson sunsets
Whereupon my true-Mind doth rest.
This soul sings songs of ecstasy
'Til Nature echoes in glee!
Must this short life be so prosaic,
Nay! Let's make it all mosaic.
For though life's trials so nefarious
Seem, they seek only to prepare us
For a life divine, where immortals dine
On a fine ambrosial wine;
Enjoying heaven's fruitful symphony,
And its wondrous melody
You did just warm my heart enough for it
To melt the sun;
Causing me to frolic and bask,
When spiritual seekers' talents bloom
And Samadhi transformation looms,
Heaven gloss'd by sweetest Providence
Brought to fore - radiant effervescence
That does from waking third eye flow.
A secret the learned have yet to know,
Forever blinded in their high conceit,
'Tis wretched fate they soon shall meet
For denying Heaven's warnings
And insisting on their leanings
Towards materialistic doctrines' down here spate
They shall bring down an awful fate.
Knowing not man's bod' a Temple be
And a glorious future it shall see;
Earthly denizens shall soon jet
To Eden, once by sacred serpent set.
And 'Vakri', yes an unknown flow
They too, shall soon be wont to know
My words, high-horsed, yes they may seem
Do not this all so harshly deem.
For though to you it makes no sense,
I do provide sweet evidence
That kundalini transformation
Be reality - and do dream of a Nation
Where tended kin shall learn its teachings
And treasures here, learn all its meanings.
And though now fit victims for your scorn,
These god-men the world shall soon adorn
With beauties Earth has never seen
And wonders that have never been;
A human race, full grown - mature,
Guided by kind Nature's azure.
And now my work here has been done
To show I am not the only one
Who, when by secret fire gifted
Can be to sweet Jove's Kingom lifted
When those mystic petals by Light's flame unfold,
He doth whisper under bated breath what should
not be told;
For all thoughts of virtue did nigh from him depart
On a night that was truly, an Art.
I felt it today:
A love that never was, and shall never be,
But always Is.
Ecstatic streams of wisdom
Did serenely drip onto the lips of my intuition
As I contemplated this.
You - the serenity of my being.
What can compare to a love Eternal
That laughs - unabashedly -
Can there exist anything more wondrous
Even, perhaps, more precious.
And I daren't make a mockery of this
That is Love;
Woe to such Blasphemy.
And its treacherous ways.
To deny Love -
Would be to deny you
Do you not see me lost in contemplation
At a love that knows not
'Til swung into the throes of this Cosmic song,
I hear Eternity declare:
"She is the serenity of His being.
Is, Forever -
What untapped potential doth reside
Beyond Man's intellectual pride?
When I did that moment into your Psyche gaze,
I knew You
And all of your days.
THE DAY TWO PSYCHES KISSED
Just one soular gaze,
And you knew me
And I knew you.
And that, my dear,
A MID-MORNING MUSE
Ah, ye fair maidens, how I adore you so!
You feel as deeply, as any poet.
Know that when from my heart, sweet-rhyme does
'Tis, you my dears, that've inspired such sonnets.
Who does the poets' language speak
Can, into his very Spirit, peek.
The Black Poet in London's twilight
Reveals now what he by day conceals;
His Inner might,
Veiled from his compatriots' sight.
All the while,
By inner sensoria
He revels in Dionysian
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Table of Contents
Contents INITIATION, 1,
1. Phoenix, 5,
2. Love's Shore, 6,
3. The Making of A Muse, 7,
4. Love, 8,
5. Divinations, 10,
6. Fishes, 11,
7. Songs of Ecstasy, 12,
8. Blessed Misfortune, 13,
9. Blush, 14,
10. Done, 15,
11. Anahata, 17,
12. You Are, 18,
13. Fathomless, 20,
14. The Day Two Psyches Kissed, 21,
15. A Mid-Morning Muse, 22,
16. Voyeur, 23,
17. Poet's Delight, 24,
18. Hearts' Spar, 25,
19. Stunner, 28,
20. Beauty-Sweet, 29,
21. The Composer, 30,
22. Oh, Beauty!, 31,
23. Insatiable, 32,
24. You, 33,
25. Poet of Arabia, 34,
26. Adoration Arising, 35,
27. You My Deliverer, 36,
28. No Return, 37,
29. Oh, To Dream of thee, 38,
30. Match, 39,
31. My Sweet Rose, 40,
32. Remembering Amy Winehouse, 41,
33. Gezellig, 42,
34. The Middle Way, 43,
35. The Essence of Writ, 44,
36. The Fifth Kingdom, 45,
37. Sacred Awe, 46,
38. Ménage à Deux, 47,
39. Oh, Intuition, 48,
40. He Composes Writ; or, an Ode to Cosmic Intelligence, 49,
41. Wisdom's Land, 51,
42. Dust of the Ancients, 52,
43. Egypt's Rise, 53,
44. The Royal Art, 55,
45. Kundalini Tidings, 56,
46. Serpent Power, 57,
47. Aurum Potabile, 58,
48. It Consumeth Me: an Ode to Alchemy, 59,
49. Oh, Alchemy, 61,
50. The Dragon, 63,
51. Mystic's Biology, 65,
52. Buddha the Neuroscientist, 66,
53. Altruism True, 67,
54. Oh Man!, 68,
55. The Venus Project, 69,
56. Lincoln's Lantern, 70,
57. The Fourth Commandment, 72,
58. Why Wait, 74,
59. Gnothi Seauton, 75,
60. Oh, Capitalist, 76,
61. Lost, 77,
62. The Slave, 78,
63. We Blind Men, 79,
64. Oh, Woman!, 85,
65. Habibti, 87,
66. Goodbye My Lover, 89,
67. Why Big Boys Never Tell, 92,
68. Tell Me Friend, 93,
69. When, 94,
70. Bipolar, 96,
71. Badass, 98,
72. On Missing You, 99,
73. Shades of Black, 100,
74. Her Sin, 102,
75. Retrospectoscope, 103,
76. Dreams, 104,
77. Divine Discontent, 105,
78. My Pilgrimage, 106,
79. Patient's Son, 108,
80. Guardian Angel, 110,
81. Oh, Hospital, 111,
82. Medicine and Philosophy, 112,
83. Senior Be Kind; or, a Junior Doctor Speaks, 113,
84. Patients' Ache, 115,
85. 4am, 117,
86. Teardrop, 118,
87. Ambition's Sin, 119,
88. Delusionals, 120,
89. My Song, 121,
90. Of Heaven Dream, 122,
91. Golgotha, 123,
92. A Young Poet's Lament, 124,
93. Human Nature; or, My Most Painful Lesson Yet, 125,
94. Me, 126,
95. Pensive, 127,
96. The Modern Poet, 128,
97. The Poets' Fate, 129,
98. All is Fair, 130,
99. Naivety's Child, 131,
100. Russian Roulette, 132,
101. What is Life?, 133,
102. Little John, 134,
103. Tired, 135,
104. Undreaming, 136,
105. Nude, 137,
106. A Poet Spent, 138,
107. The Second Birth, 139,
108. My Atman, 145,
109. Spiritual Warrior, 146,
110. Where there's a Will, 147,
111. Beauty; Or, the Curse, 148,
112. Chrysalis, 150,
113. Illumination, 151,
114. Prodigal, 152,
115. Arena Terra, 153,
116. My Queen, 154,
117. Phoenix Rising, 155,
118. 4th Night, 156,
119. Follow Nature, 157,
120. Epiphany, 158,
121. Fortitudas, 159,
122. New Age, 160,
123. I Remember, 161,
124. Perseverantia1, 62,
125. He Visions this, 163,
126. Peg-Leg, 164,
127. The Duel, 165,
128. Sensei's Lesson, 166,
129. Recess À-La Ginsberg, 167,
130. Lothario, 168,
131. Inner Pain, 170,
132. Dreams, 171,
133. Think On these things, 172,
134. Neither Black Nor White, 173,
135. Freedom Won, 174,
136. That Lion-Force, 175,
137. An Ode to Maslow, 176,
138. Tat Tvam Asi, 177,
139. Beseeched, 179,
140. Dichotomy, 180,
141. The Day Heaven Spoke, 181,
142. An Ode to the Master Alchemist, 182,
143. That Girl, 183,
144. But a Dream, 184,
145. Sea of Diamonds, 186,
146. That Secret Strength, 187,
147. Immortal Deeds, 193,
148. Lessons of Hades, 194,
149. Tomorrow's Man, 195,
150. Know this, 196,
151. Hyperspace; or, the Music of the Spheres, 197,
152. Ambrosia, 198,
153. Apprenticed to thee, 199,
154. Sacred Duty, 200,
155. The Poet's Clover, 201,
156. SMALL 'p' pHILOSOPHY, 202,
157. J'espère, 203,
158. Unrooted, 204,
159. An Epiphany, 205,
160. Sweet Freedom, Ring!, 206,
161. Self-Compassion, 207,
162. My Nirvanas, 208,
163. Subterfuge, 209,
164. An Ode to Nature, 210,
165. Poets Arise!, 211,
166. Sun-Tuition, 212,
167. On True Marriage, 213,
168. A Prayer, 214,
169. Our Harvest, 215,
170. The Alchemist; or, Autobiography of a Poet, 216,