Sometimes a Wild God

Poignant mystical poem by Tom Hirons…here’s a taste…

The wild god reaches into a bag
Made of moles and nightingale-skin.
He pulls out a two-reeded pipe,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the birds begin to sing.

I saw this at dawn this morning, loved it, and thought, wow, he’s writing about Rudra-Shiva too! Just as I did with Whip of the Wild God: A Novel of Tantra in Ancient India — only he hints at Pan, wild wonderful paradoxical Pan…and to me these ancient archetypal divinities are all the same thing….of the same essence….and that essence is the mysterious underpinning of our own soul/s….anyway, enough gushing….would love to know how YOU react to Tom’s gorgeous outpouring….

Coyopa : words by Tom Hirons

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.

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17 thoughts on “Sometimes a Wild God

  1. HariOm Mira… THAT IS a ‘wild poem!’ I have been in spaces like the author describes; mentally at least… I can connect in my own way to such a revelry; if I might call it that. Images come pouring out from Tom’s work that are irresistible and chaotic at the same time. If I might get personal for a moment, I can certainly relate to his images through the mania that sometimes grips my mind. I was diagnosed with “manic-depression” some years ago, and I’m sure, that was a factor in the demise of my marriage.. It created a ‘divide’ between me and my ex-wife. That may be too much information, but the work seems to emanate from a ‘madcap’ place in the author’s consciousness. That is what I see through my perception, anyway..
    Love and Light, Dave

    • No worries about too much information, Dave — I very much appreciate stark honesty in a world given to obfuscation and deceit…and yes, I am sure when the levels of consciousness shift between friends or partners or whatever, the equation can be damaged…always great to hear from you — you bring enthusiasm participation to this blog….love, Mira

      • Hi again, Mira… I will be kicking off my own blog of my “Epic Journey” around the U.S. and parts of Canada soon. The goal is re-connecting with family and friends. I leave at the beginning of May, but will continue following your site. It is deeply thought-provoking! Om Shanthi, Dave

  2. Hey Meena, thought you would like that! All well here – except for the searing heat — doggies wilting too — they come to life in the evenings, when i take them up on the roof — last night the cosmos was providing us with some great natural aircon — winds rushing at us from all directions and Kali & Aghori were thrilled…much love!

  3. That is a wonderful poem, Mira, I loved reading it. It expresses a deep truth which can be uncomfortable to, especially to modern consciousnesses. We want the shops open, all the time.

    • That it certainly does, Caroline — the truth of our deeper existence is hard for many to confront as we both know…nevertheless we must all take that journey at some point or the other…..will write a personal email to you….do you have a blog now?

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  5. Nrpin, I hope you realize I am reblogging this poem — I did not write it — just wanted to share it with everyone I could….thanks for all your appreciative comments!

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