Shalumba

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© 2011 Elsa De Visser. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 07/6/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4567-1029-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-1030-9 (ebk)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-1033-0 (hc)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2010917764

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Contents

Shalumba

Part I

Part II

Chapter I

SOFTLY  TENDERLY

Chapter II

The Prophetess

Aisha

Chapter III

Midsummer Sunrise

AURA…

Grandfather

Perceptions

Lady

Little gods

Dreams

RAIN CREATURE

Horses

Chapter IV

The Wind

Awareness

Observations

The Dwelling

Chapter V

Observations

Northern Landscape

On Health and Youth

Night of a Soul

Perception

Impressions

Awareness

SECRETS OF WATER

Awareness

Printemps

Dreams

Chapter VI

Memories

Reflections

The Rose

Oriental Refuge

Lightpoints

Awareness

Dreams

Crocusses

Awareness

ONE CHILD

ONE CHILD

ONE CHILD

ONE CHILD

Wild Geese

Chapter VII

Hidden Treasuries

Meditation

Meditation

Meditation

Chapter VIII

Sound

Hidden Treasuries Of Sound

Color

Awareness Revealed

Hidden Treasuries

RAIN

December Sketch

Snow Queen

Snow Queen

Hunter

Baffen Island

Summation

Introduction to:

Shalumba

Shalumba, has lain dormant here since ages back whilst there was a knowing from the beginning it would be the title of a book someday.

I held this name dear while only sensing the connotation. It’s meaning seeming to reach back into antiquity unto an origin we could now only dream of.

As such, Shalumba instigates through creative endowment a drawing in of beauty: it conveys of sound in the wake of power – the sound of the golden Gong! Which in its envisioning is like a hidden Shangri-La, or the but vaguely remembered One True Home we all know from deep within us to exist, awaiting our return.

To come with joy

Vibrant on the

Rushing wing of

Enlightenment

Enveloping all

From that Sparkle

Creation enthralled

Had no defense

At such it is

Struck meek in Glory!

The Recorder

Part I

The children’s voices dwindle so that silence gradually envelopes again, salvaging these remaining attempts at concentration on a day so strangely full of remembrances.

Wherein impressions of sight and childhood return at any given moment with an agelessness and richness combined, as stemmed from an eternal renewing within, adding scope and release continually.

Until through the later periods overwhelming boosts of ecstasy hover close to surface like a blooming from a great joy and comprehension of being.  As of a treasure bestowed which with endurance would ever convey onward and outward unto further stamina and added strength.

When substance of being momentarily seems to hover near the surface of a great release, into an expanse of Allness on the surface of Allness.  Content in the serene Existence, with no further urge to press in and burst the bubble of expanded knowledge untimely. 

Remaining thus onward in un-requiring quiet joy, basking within the sun of the all knowing and absolute Providence.

It is here and of such then in further conveyance by word and in time, where the very bounds of time and limitation seem to dissolve into an expanse of being and buoyant ascend of lightness wherein is no offence.

To record of the Release from a base where earthy density is momentarily transcended, in emergence of the true existence as is.

By potent penetration and in dissolving even of thought to a pinpoint of concentration.

Till lastly it also will be rendered obsolete in the absolving of all but emanation of pure Being alone, the which revolved within the great vortex of the Universal Heart itself.

The selfsame living Word perceived as:

A  Presence which is

Music to the inner hearing!

A  Sound…and to

Perception a spiraling

Of Being undulating

From an inconceivable

Source!

The which frees and

Transforms all

Living atoms in a

Torrent a wake of

Undulating Splendor

And Harmony

For edification and again, in conveyance of the ever surrounding mystery in its manifold phases of being:

I am but a child on the path of a tremendous limitless expanse; searching, adjusting and ever redirecting to conform to the one Ray which pierces the whole of being and all existence with the direct penetration of its Splendor and enlightenment.

Because of a Source beyond the ordinary realities habitually known, and of the ever persistent urge within to attain unto the higher perception, which so often remain unrequited?

Thus it must be that:

Verily, of the Void

The emanations do arise

From of the recesses of being:

The human heart itself

To the which the I Am

Of all being records,

In wordless resoundings

From Reality to reality

As day uttered speech unto

Night from portion to its

Source returned;

The am of all being!

In depth of penetration a momentary pose, but for the incessant soul perceived to call yet further to onward exploration as all around the timeless flashings of the perception begin to surface…

Till the constriction of dense bodily encumbrances are left, in adaptation of an increasing expanse within a vibrational sphere of stillness.

A stillness whereof the impact of One only emerges within a vibrational sphere of stillness.

As the Recorder upon the soundless ether utters:

From peering deep within;

Into the recess of an ageless

Vortex of life and Being

That scaled height and

Depth with fullness and

Motion and an all pervading

Sound!  The which having formed

Supports all motion;

From Dawn immemorial

And of the timeless beginning…

As such, by prevalence and by power of the unspoken word this perspective was given…

But to define where first and if ever it dwindled to merge again into an expanse of differing adherence forthwith…

I cannot rightly conceive, for the whole of being was herein jointly partaken as it were in trance a mighty perspective was presented toward the gradual definement of a slow and painstaking ascent into time.  Regressing here in an outward flow, back unto the limitless remote beginnings.

And a knowledge begotten amid such states wherein often in a vague semi awake repose I slumbered or awakened alternatively to brief awareness, by an ever present Sound which remained.

Although at times seeming to recede in volume or in the circumference of it’s waning, only to return again.

I can say that it remained:  Piercing throughout now and again as living rays that shattered the empty expanse in an impact of life repeatedly.

Till lastly sense of time and consciousness itself slip away into oblivion.

Later, on gradually awakening the pervading sense remains of a past excursion, which though but vaguely retained in time revivified within a gained perspective.

As from depth of being the Voice in distinct formulation is again perceived upon the clarifying ether.  Reflecting out of the remote and timeless past, of such as it was then:

In the Beginning…

When earth was yet without form, void and inert without understanding and she brought forth of her stricken parts from of the barrenness of her own desolation.  Whereat retreating she rested awhile to await the coming of the Dawn.

In the glowering of that coming there arose then the first currents of impulse, alighting in spirals of sound and circulating melody.

Till the earth from the semi darkness of her doleful repose slowly awakened from the slumber of past eternities.

As the infusion gradually descends upon it, a light is seen and passes onward again.

Beings evolve, are incorporated and the silent earth yields the fruit of her great heaving bosom, releasing of that yield with each cosmic breath, like a giant oak the which fills expanse and universe alike.  While in the depths, anchored amid a vitality of roots, earth itself entwines the human heart to behold it, like a token in the Chalice of her own existence.

Proceeding upheavals and rumblings then followed one another throughout the earth, in the day that from her inmost she cast forth outlines of ochre red clay.  When Daystar shone and drew the arch of release like a suspended shell back upward.

Spirals of melody then descended from up on high that pervaded the atmosphere, alighting upon inert substance to gradually infuse through the patient eternities a degree of Spirit, endowing matter with impulse and life.

Thus God beheld the earth and His Spirit loved it and hovered over it. And God took the red clay of earth to form it and blew upon it the Divine breath of His Spirit.

So did man become a living soul, with memories receding far out in crystal transparency, even to the origin of the beginning?

From these memories then were certain aspirations surfacing from the desire that resided in his heart.

God the Creator, knowing all, perceived of this and that man should not be alone.  God put a deep sleep upon Adam, and man dreamed and his dream filled the expanse.

In that dreamlike repose, the Creator took from the mineral counterpart of man’s yearning a link of his body and thereof formed Woman.

And so it was in the Dawn of comprehending when both awakened – aware in the living clarity of that Presence.  Knowing from the remote beginning that all was perfect, as then when the illusion of Time was not and soul existed in innocence unmarred by free will.

Like a suspended pearl upon a half circle was soul, or like a drop of dew outlined in innocence and form of expanse.

Till the submerging gradually into material consciousness.  When Spirit found itself mingled therewith to the marrow of its being.

And man began to become entangled deeper and more, time and again because of the entwinement and the pull of earth unaware unto her own.

Instead of the clear knowledge of God exclusively, was the tendency in man to gravitate toward the earthly inclination repeatedly.

Until the center of another consciousness formed, amid the novelty of such residing.  So that as a result his measure of insight was lost and the vision of God escaped him altogether.

Man’s spirit now lay entangled and chained to earth.

Such was the interpretation as it passed before the inner sight and hearing:

Then, of the more immediate impact an outstanding occurrence among many!

A streak of darkness – and when its shadows lengthened how it struck as stealthily across the horizon it crept, like a threatening veil that would cover the created in the slender sinews of its own selfsame illusion.

Even while the Splendid Light shone – a covering of shadow now crept in a movement to bar increasingly with veilings of matter the One Source.

It was the dark cloud and magnitude of all self-will and presumption pressing in.

The restlessness in the created, moving in an exploitive urge.  To feel at once only but the ensnarement and the self created impact of such delusion in a dethroned separation that split the veil of matter and spirit asunder! So that man in the expanse of his own making found himself barren and alone, within an unrequited sense of yearning and with only the faint spark of origin to guide him onward forthwith upon an imponderable path it seemed to search throughout the density of eons.

                        With merely

                        A pinpoint of light to

                        Guide him;

                        Till a day without end

                        That bloomed where

                        It’s ray ever in piercing

                        Rejoined pasts of

                        Known and re-known!

                        Pasts of long lost splendor;

                        In the timeless balm

                        And healing,

                        Of a better actuality

                        As in sudden swift

                        Perspective of change

                        And kaleidoscopic expanse

                        Faith itself were drawing

                        A most delicate conformance

                        Of Outline in the

                        Shifting symmetry the skein of time

                        A semblance of the former;

                        The form of all conveyance subtly

                        And with profundity!

                        Till the Sound…

                        A sound of trumpet

                        Pierced all sense at once

                        With a great clarity;

                        To endow merely to

                        permeate all understanding

                        In an explicit subtlety of

                        Simplification extolling

                        Onward to regard;

                        To look forthwith upon

                        The outline!

                        Thus was in yielding to

                        attain…

                        A fluidity of being

                        In an unrestrained flow

                        To see!

                        An actual release in

                        boundlessness

                        I noted as if drawn

                        In an outflow of Universal

                        Motion by Charm of

                        Outline and such Form

Even so jointly of the enticing sound let us rise, earth and Spirit intertwined.

For, by whom but He knows of each the border or assigned pathway where it aligned or if and where again it should have parted.

But rather in unimposing fraction of the essence about; in being Lover and Beloved as one alighting.  To arise from the surrogate of outline, the content of shape:

                        I am, in the rosy glow

                        Of the waning sun

                        Am amid the rays that

                        Slowly filter and

                        Decrease away

                        In the stillness in every stance

                        Of tree existing bark and texture;

                        Throughout each breath in

                        Joy elated

                        Even so within the gliding

                        Translucence of one single tear

                        I am the beholder and in the

                        Mid thereof

                        Within sorrow and dewdrop

                        Flower and each exquisite

                        Petal alike!  I Am…

Creation in a glimmer of perception even so has begun to perceive with increasing awareness.

Because of a Form in existence, awaiting at the ever widening