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મનવા , ખોલ તિમિર નાં તાળાં : મનુભાઈ ત્રિવેદી ( સરોદ ) : ગાર્ગી વોરા : રાસબિહારી દેસાઇ : ( ૧ ) : : કાજળ ના અંધકારે .. . કાજળ ના લેખ અમે વાંચ્યાં : ( ૨ ) : : હેપ્પી ન્યૂ યર ( સને ૨૦૨૪ ) : :

The Creation of Light by Gustave Doré : : Artists use darkness to emphasize and contrast the presence of light. Darkness can be used as a counterpoint to areas of lightness to create leading lines and voids. Such shapes draw the eye around areas of the painting. Shadows add depth and perspective to a painting.

**Separation of light and darkness on the first day of creation, from the Sistine Chapel ceiling by Michelangelo. : :**
Darkness can encompass a primitive chaos, and the powers of that chaos; it is not essentially evil, yet it is largely associated with death and destruction, captivity and spiritual darkness. Darkness can also be linked to the time spent in the womb and seed germination, both of wich take place in the dark. It is the “complementary opposite of light in a fundamental duality” (Biederman, 90). In the Book of Revelation, darkness indicates that the end of the world is forthcoming. Can be an emblem of bad judgment, misfortune and ignorance. The Prince of Darkness is the devil. ( umich.edu Michigan University Website ) :

Caravaggio’s The Calling of St Matthew uses darkness for its chiaroscuro effects.Color paints are mixed together to create darkness, because each color absorbs certain frequencies of light. Theoretically, mixing together the three primary colors, or the three secondary colors, will absorb all visible light and create black. In practice, it is difficult to prevent the mixture from taking on a brown tint.

**અંધાર ખુશ્બો ભર્યો : અનહધ્ય અનહદ ના અજવાળાં**

Photo by Elti Meshau : :Pointing out things hidden or suppressed within ourselves or society. Darkness can represent new beginnings or revelations . Being in the dark is often seen as a way to come closer to truth and understanding, leading people toward enlightenment and greater insight . : : On our spiritual path, it can be easy to get lost in the darkness and forget who we truly are. : : In Buddhism speaks of darkness as a symbol, representing the human ignorance between us and enlightenment. : : In Christianity, darkness can be seen as a symbol of judgment and damnation. : : In Hinduism, darkness denotes mortality, death, fear, and chaos. It is seen as a representation of ignorance, evil, and suffering. Hindu Goddess Kali, the goddess of death, destruction, and dissolution, is often associated with darkness. Her dark acts were believed to purify the soul from the imperfections of this world. : અંધારે થી અજવાળાં સાકાર કરવા નો સાક્ષાત્કાર : અંતરધ્વનિ અને અંતઃ સ્ફૂર્તિ ના અનહદનાદ

**This photo of jasmine flowers has only soft shadows cast by diffused light**

Tree shadow against the backdrop of daylight. In Greek mythology, Hades was the dark lord of the underworld who controlled all aspects of death, including the passing from life to death. He was often depicted as a mysterious figure who dwelled in the shadows and was feared by many.

Photo by Irina Iriser : : White Flower field under darkened twigs waiting for the enlightened lights : “નિમિલિત નેણાં કેમ નિરખશે ખીલ્યાં ફૂલ રૂપાળાં ? મનવા ! ખોલ તિમિર નાં તાળાં.” મનુભાઈ ત્રિવેદી સરોદ

Use darkness to explore their innermost thoughts or feelings to gain insight. exposing unknown truths that lie beneath the surface,delve deeply into what is real. : : Beauty can only be found in the shadows of uncertainty.

**મનવા ! ખોલ તિમિર નાં તાળાં: તારી આંખો માં ડોકાતા અનહદ નાં અજવાળાં**

અહીં ક્લિક કરો અને સાંભળો : : https://youtu.be/OiaiRW5LP0k?si=lj9fC2ldWgWhETNa મનવા , ખોલ તિમિર ના તાળાં : કવિ શ્રી મનુભાઈ ત્રિવેદી (સરોદ ) : સ્વર : ગાર્ગી વોરા : સ્વરાંકન : રાસબિહારી દેસાઇ : આલ્બમ : ભક્તિ ભાવ : : આસ્વાદ , કાવ્યાર્થ , વિચાર : વિ જયરાજ : : : : : : : : : : : : રોશની ના અભાવની કે દેખીતું અજવાળું સપાટીએ બાહ્ય રૂપ માં શોષી લેતાં અનુભૂતિ થાય, તેવી સ્થિતિ ને અંધકાર કહે ; તિમિર કહ્યું છે. ક્ષિતિજ પર ૧૮ * અંશ નીચે ગબડી જતો ⛅ સૂર્ય તિમિરાવૃત્ત નાં આવરણો ને અનુસરવા સર્જેલી રાત્રી દરમિયાન, મનુષ્ય અને પ્રાણી માત્ર ને આરામ /નિદ્રા ની ફરજ પાડે કે નિશાચર તથા પિશાચ ની ગતિ ને પણ પ્રવૃત્ત કરે. ખ્રીસ્તી માન્યતા મુજબ પ્રભુ જિસસે અંધકાર અને પ્રકાશ ને છૂટાં મેલ્યાં અને ઓળાં – પડછાયાં , પાપ – અનિષ્ટ , અપશુકન ના અણસાર કે ભાવી ના ભણકાર તરીકે સમજાવ્યાં. સૂર્ય ☀️ અને ચંદ્ર 🌒 સર્જન ના ચોથા દિવસે નિર્માણ પામ્યાં. આધુનિક સંદર્ભે, તિમિર પથરાવો એટલે શુષ્ક ગમગીન ફેલાવ ; ઉગ્ર – કડક તો વળી, ક્યાંક બિહામણું અને ક્યારેક પીડા ભર્યું કે ગ્લાનિ થી ભગ્નોત્સાહ ઉપજાવનારી કાલ મર્યાદા નું ભોગવણું . જૈન ધર્મમાં એને “બાંધેલ કર્મ નો સ્થિતિ બંધ” સ્વભાવ કહ્યો છે. darkness was considered “the second to last plague” (Exodus 10:21), and the location of “weeping and gnashing of teeth”: ભીંસ્યા દાંતે રોવાની જગાએ (Matthew 8:12) : : કાવ્ય રચનામાં, શેક્સપિયર કિંગ લિયર ( ૩ / ૪ ) નાટકમાં “prince of darkness” તિમિર કુમાર ! નું સર્જન કરે , તો દાંતે “ડિવાઇન કોમેડી” માં solid stain’d ‌darkness સંગીન કલંકિત દૂષણ નું અંધારું કહે. : : ગર્ભિત રૂપક / શિલ્પ થકી સાહિત્યકાર , વ્યાપ્ત અંધાર ને પાપ , ઉદાસીનતા , અજાણ્યું ગૂઢ રહસ્ય વિ. અનિષ્ટ ની રજૂઆત અન્વયે જોડી શકે છે. આમ , જ્યોત નું કહેણ , વિષણ્ણ અંધેર હાલત દૂર રાખીને, સૃષ્ટિ ગત પ્રસન્નતા ના ભક્તિ ભાવ ની વધામણી લાવી આપનાર નીવડે. જેને માટે તિમિર નાં / તૃષ્ણા ( લાલસા )નાં તાળાં ખોલીને , નવા વર્ષની આંખો માં ડોકિયું કરતા અનહદ ના અપાર બેશુમાર અજવાળાં ના પ્રસાર કરવા માટેની ચિત્ત ને / મનને , અનહધ્ય ( સતત વહેતા ) ઉપલબ્ધ પ્રકાશ ને આધિન અંતરધ્વનિ સાંભળી સમજને પ્રાપ્ત કરવા માટે પ્રેરણાદાયી આજ્ઞા કરતા કવિશ્રી સરોદ લિખિત “મનવા” ભક્તિ ગાન ના આસ્વાદ કાવ્યાર્થ વિચાર કરીશું. : : : :

રીતુ વસંત મીઠી વેણુ વગાડતી આવશે જ્યારે કોયલ સુહાગી એટલે કે સુભાગી હોય સૌભાગ્ય આપનારા સુંદર બોલતાન ( creation calling ) ના ટહુકાર કરશે ; જેને મીઠો ટેકો 🌮 આપવાના સરસંધાન તાકવા પડે. મીઠી ટાપસી પૂરવી પડે . એક તરફ રૂપાળાં ફૂલો ખીલ્યાં હશે ત્યારે નિમિલિત નેણાં કેમ કરીને એ તરફ નિરખશે !? જ્યારે , ચિત્ત – મન પર તાળાં વાસ્યા હોય !?!? (સં)મિલિત એટલે, જોડાયેલ , સંધાયેલ : People in gathering / assembly : : નીરખી રહ્યાં “નિમિલિત નેણાં” ‘સ્થિતિ બંધ સ્વભાવ’ ને લીધે કોણ જાણે શે’ સમજી ને કેવાં કેવાં નકૂચા વાસી ને , તાળાં ભીડી ને , આંખો મીંચીને , એકલાં અટુલા બેસી રહે અને ભેગા થવાથી ભાગે. : they remain unassembled and refuse to come together : અને નિમિલિત રહેશે. માટે આજ્ઞા હજો ! મનવા , ખોલ તિમિર નાં તાળાં. : : : :

” સાચવણું ” એટલે મકાન વિગેરે સચવાય રહે એ માટે નું તાળું. મકાનની માયા – મૂડી નો ખજાનો અખૂટ રહે. છાબમાં મળેલાં લગ્ન 💒 ના લૂગડાં અને પોશાક, તથા શણગાર શોભા ના ભપકા ને સંઘરી રાખવાની જરી પુરાણી રીતોથી , તાળાં વાસી ને ક્યાં લગી જતન કરશો !? વેણી બૂહાં ના પાટીયા જોડેલા કમાડ ને મિજાગરા થી ચોકઠાં પર ચઢાવી લોખંડી હાથા , આગળિયા , સાંકળ , કડીઓ વાસી ને , નકૂચા પર તાળાં વાસી ને , સંઘરો કરીને ” સાચવણું ” કરતાં રહેશો તો એમાંથી નરી વેદના મળવાની છે. વેણી ની વરણી ( પસંદગીઓ ) ના કોઈ ટાપસી – બોલ નથી કે કહીએ. : : મધરાતે મનડાને મળતાં ( “ઝડ ઝરડા” ) /કપડાં માં પડતા નાના ચીરા અને ( “જાળાં” ) એટલે કે પડદા ચીરાતા , નીકળ્યા અવાજ ચોંટયા ચિત્ત – મન ને આ સિવાય શું મળશે !? માટે , આજ્ઞા હજો ! મનવા ખોલ તિમિર નાં તાળાં. : : : :

અજાણ રહ્યાં , નિમિલિત રહ્યાં , મળ્યું જ્ઞાન સમજાયું નહીં. એ સમજાવનાર કારીગર નો / જ્ઞાની ગુરુ નો સાથ કરી લો. એની પાસે થી ચાલાક ચાવીરૂપ હોશિયારી મેળવી લો. કુશળ કાર્ય-શિલ્પ , કળા-કૌશલ પ્રાપ્ત કરી લો. સંસારી મનસા લાલસા / તૃષ્ણા નાં તાળાં ખોલવાની ચાવી હાથમાં આવવાથી ચાવીરૂપ ભૂમિકા અદા કરનાર બની જશો. નિયામક સ્થાને , મુખ્ય સ્થિતિ પર પહોંચવા નો એ જ સાચો , સમુચિત માર્ગ છે. “તૃષ્ણા નાં તાળાં ખોલતાં માં” જિંદગીમાં અનહદ “અજવાળું જ અજવાળું” ઝગમગી ઉઠ્યું સમજો. માટે આજ્ઞા હજો ! મનવા ખોલ તિમિર નાં તાળાં. : : : :

પ્રકાશ માનત્વ અને અંધકાર નાં વૈવિધ્ય તાલબદ્ધ રીતે સ્થિર થયા છે . પરંતુ તે શરતી કે પ્રાસંગિક એટલે કે અનિશ્ર્ચિત મનની સ્થિતિ તરીકે રહે. સૂર્યના ડૂબવાથી અંધાર આવે . માટે તેમાં ગૂઢ રહસ્ય લાગે . પ્રકાશ સર્જન સાથે સંકળાયેલ રહીને સંચાલન નિયમન કરે. હૂંફ આપી શકે , બૌદ્ધિક અને આધ્યાત્મિક રૂપથી અજવાળું ફેલાવે. અંધાર આવે તો સર્જક તરીકે નિષ્ફળતા મળે . જીવ ને હર્ષ કેમ ન મળે !? વિકાસકર્તા બનો છો ત્યાં પ્રકાશ માનત્વ ની દીપ્તિ અને સિદ્ધિ , જેનું સતત થનાર નવીકરણ અંધારને પણ ખુશબો ભર્યો રાખે. અંતર પ્રેરણા અને અંતઃસ્ફૂર્તિ / મનમાં આપમેળે થતી સમજ ઉક્ત પ્રકાશ-જન્ય હોય ; સમજોપલબ્ધિ , જેની સાથે અંધારે છતુંપાટ / સુપ્ત રહેવાની મોજીલી ટેવ માંથી બહાર નીકળી ને પ્રકાશ ધારા / તેજ ના પ્રવાહ ને આધિન થતાં , છતું થતું આધ્યાત્મ નું જ્ઞાન એ ઈશ્વર ના સાક્ષાત્કાર જેવી જ દૈવિક દેન છે જેનો સીધો સંબંધ , ભારતીય ઉપનિષદ પ્રમાણે પ્રકાશિત સભાનતાની હોશિયારી થી કરેલા કાર્યો છે. . . મનવા – બ્રાહ્મણ નું ચિત્ત મન જે અજ્ઞાનના સર્વ તાળાં ખોલીને , આધ્યાત્મિકતાના અજવાળાં સાકાર કરે. મીણ ની બત્તીઓ અને દીપ પ્રાગટ્ય , મંદિર કે મજાર પર , ઉંબરે ઉંબરે , દિવાલે દિવાલે , દેવ દેવી સમક્ષ, વરઘોડે – સરઘસો માં , આતશબાજીના સ્વરૂપે દીપાવલીના / ક્રિસમસ ના / હનુક્કાહ ના તહેવારોમાં અજવાળાં ને સજાવે અને સમજાવે : જેની ચાવી હાથમાં આવી જવાથી ભક્તિ ભાવ ના બોલ આધ્યાત્મિક સફળતાની ટોચે પહોંચવા મનવા ને , એવાં ને તેવાં જાળાં ચીરીને , અને તાળાં ખોલીને , તિમિરાવલિ / અંધકારના સમૂહ પર જીત અપાવશે. : આ છે , તિમિરાવલિ થી દીપાવલી સુધી પહોંચવા નો માર્ગ ; જેના પર સવાર થઈ આવી છે ૨૦૨૪ ના નવા ખ્રીસ્તી વર્ષ ની વધામણી ; સાથે હેપ્પી ન્યૂ યર : : અહીં નીચે ક્લિક કરીને સાંભળીએ: : : : https://drive.google.com/file/d/1kOzZH5i62CYfhlv99JYpf65g04nV6ERj/view?usp=drivesdk

“મનવા ખોલ તિમિર ના તાળાં” : કવિ શ્રી મનુભાઈ ત્રિવેદી ( સરોદ ) : સ્વર : ગાર્ગી વોરા : સ્વરાંકન : રાસબિહારી દેસાઇ : આલ્બમ : ભક્તિ ભાવ : : આસ્વાદ , કાવ્યાર્થ , વિચાર : વિ જયરાજ પૂણે ઈન્ડિયા : : તા. ૧ જાન્યુઆરી , ૨૦૨૪ : : : : : : : :

કાજળના અંધકારે કાજળની કીકી થકી
કાજળનાં લેખ અમે વાંચ્યા.
ધરતીની ભોંયે નહીં ઝાંઝર ઝમકાર નહીં
અમે પાની વિનાનાં એવા નાચ્યાં
કાજળના અંધકારે…

પાણીનું કોડિયું ને પાણીની વાટ લહી
પાણીની જ્યોત દીપ ફૂટયો
પાણીનાં મહેલમાં પાણીનાં તેજ અને
પાણી પવનથી બૂઝયો
સૂરજના કંઠ સોહે એવો એક હાર રચ્યો
બુદ બુદનાં મોતી અમે ગાંઠયાં
કાજળનાં અંધકારે…

આકાશી વાદળાંની આકાશી ધાર અમે
આકાશી ભોમ પરે ઝીલી
આગળ ને પાછળ પાછળ ને આગળ
આકાશી હરિયાળી ખીલી
મૃગલાં ને ડૂબવે ચારે કોર ઘૂઘવે
એ મૃગજળનાં પૂરને
કંઈ નહીં ના હાથ થકી નાથ્યાં
કાજળના અંધકારે…

— પ્રિયકાન્ત મણિયાર

સ્વર : વિરાજ ઉપાધ્યાય અને બિજલ ઉપાધ્યાય
સ્વરાંકન : ક્ષેમુ દિવેટિયા : : આલ્બમ : સંગીત સુધા : યુ ટ્યુબ રિલીઝ ૪ / ૪ / ૨૦૨૧ : : અહીં નીચે ક્લિક કરીને સાંભળીએ : : : :

https://youtu.be/58OHNtktWXU?si=R7rNv66630FNkNPd

A Necklace Of Wrens : Michael Hartnett : : Bird Poems : :

A Necklace of Wrens
For Mícheál Ó Ciarmhaic, file
When I was very young
I found a nest
Its chirping young
were fully fledged.

They rose and re-alighted
around my neck,
Made in the wet meadow
a feather necklet.

To them I was not human
but a stone or tree:
I felt a sharp wonder
they could not feel.

That was when the craft came
which demands respect.
Their talons left on me
scars not healed yet. *The Gloaming:A Necklace of Wrens.In Irish An Muince Dreoilíní
Do Mhícheál Ó Ciarmhaic, file
I mo bhuachaill óg, fadó fadó,
d’aimsíos nead.
Bhí na gearrcaigh clúmhtha, fásta,
is iad ag scread.

D’éirigh siad – is thuirling
arís ar m’ucht
Ormsa bhí muince clúimh
sa mhóinéar fliuch.

Níor dhuine mé ach géag crainn
nó carn cloch
ach bhí iontas crua nár bhraith said
ag bualadh faoi m’ucht.

B’in an lá ar thuirling ceird
a éilíonn ómós:
is d’fhág a n-ingne forba orm
nár leigheasadh fós.

The Gloaming — “A Necklace Of Wrens”A Bird Poem By Irish Poet Michael Hartnwtt is About Mystic invitation into the Poet’s life and the mysterious paradox.In Ireland, St. Stephen’s Day is also known as Wren’s Day – a tradition descending either from Celtic or Nordic mythology, where boys would hunt for a wren and then take the captured bird around town singing and asking for coins.

A wren betrayed Irish soldiers to invading Vikings, by beating its wings upon their shields, earning the moniker, ‘traitor-birds’.

Notes for each of the lines Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India December 31, 2023 : : : :

A Wren’s Nest : William Wordsworth : : Bird Poems : :

**“Just sharing this perfect little nest of moss amongst the ivy in our lean-to shed right down the other end of the garden where we keep the lawnmower, the empty pots, saucers and garden wire.**

**We’ve seen the little wren hopping in and out but I don’t want to disturb her too much.**

**I hope it will be safe from the cats.” : ( thetialys.wordpress.com**

A Wren’s Nest
AMONG the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the little Wren’s
In snugness may compare.

No door the tenement requires,
And seldom needs a laboured roof;
Yet is it to the fiercest sun
Impervious, and storm-proof.

So warm, so beautiful withal,
In perfect fitness for its aim,
That to the Kind by special grace
Their instinct surely came.

And when for their abodes they seek
An opportune recess,
The hermit has no finer eye
For shadowy quietness.

These find, ‘mid ivied abbey-walls,
A canopy in some still nook;
Others are pent-housed by a brae
That overhangs a brook.

There to the brooding bird her mate
Warbles by fits his low clear song;
And by the busy streamlet both
Are sung to all day long.

Or in sequestered lanes they build,
Where, till the flitting bird’s return,
Her eggs within the nest repose,
Like relics in an urn.

But still, where general choice is good,
There is a better and a best;
And, among fairest objects, some
Are fairer than the rest;

This, one of those small builders proved
In a green covert, where, from out
The forehead of a pollard oak,
The leafy antlers sprout;

For She who planned the mossy lodge,
Mistrusting her evasive skill,
Had to a Primrose looked for aid
Her wishes to fulfill.

High on the trunk’s projecting brow,
And fixed an infant’s span above
The budding flowers, peeped forth the nest
The prettiest of the grove!

The treasure proudly did I show
To some whose minds without disdain
Can turn to little things; but once
Looked up for it in vain
‘Tis gone—-a ruthless spoiler’s prey,
Who heeds not beauty, love, or song,
‘Tis gone! (so seemed it) and we grieved
Indignant at the wrong.

Just three days after, passing by
In clearer light the moss-built cell
I saw, espied its shaded mouth;
And felt that all was well.

The Primrose for a veil had spread
The largest of her upright leaves;
And thus, for purposes benign,
A simple flower deceives.

Concealed from friends who might disturb
Thy quiet with no ill intent,
Secure from evil eyes and hands
On barbarous plunder bent,

Rest, Mother-bird! and when thy young
Take flight, and thou art free to roam,
When withered is the guardian Flower,
And empty thy late home,

Think how ye prospered, thou and thine,
Amid the unviolated grove
Housed near the growing Primrose-tuft
In foresight, or in love.
— William Wordsworth

“A Wren’s Nest”, A Bird Poem By William Wordsworth is an Appreciation About the beauty and an enfoldment of nature shown in the cosy dwelling of warm comfort framed by the little Wren Bird. The wren’s nest in a snugness is comparable with other nice nests of care built in the fields and forest by other birds. It is “small, round mossy nest.. . made of “fibres from the ivy, cotton, and the moss” and is “bound with cobwebs light and thin.”, that is, “hidden near a waterfall.”: : It is “lined with feathers, warm and soft” and thus, it is “built with magic art” created in Nature. : : “What a world of wonder and delight / Is opened to the view!”, Wordsworth values it’s apprize in his account of the Poetry of Birds. : Nature is “brimming o’er with life and joy” and how it is “a world of happiness and love.”The brief nature of life, its brevity reminds us of human’s mortality . The essence of Wordsworth ‘s Poem on A Wren’s Nest can be learnt in knowing the poet’s gratitude for nature and enrichment of life. :

Notes for each of the Stanzas Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India December 30 , 2023 : : : :

Cardinal Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :

**“As I Sit In Heaven” & The Video Song : Link Given HERE In BELOW**

* As I Sit In Heaven ” : : Hazel Birdsall : Written in 2008 for her Sister. The Poem’s words from a deceased person are the heartfelt wishes to send a message to those who have stayed back . The poem can ease the pain of the people who lose their loved ones. The people who have gone want to send a sign that they are always here, caring and watching for what is left of those who are still alive.. : Feel like , There has never been a separation ; No boundary between heaven and the mortal world. : Normally people go in to the denial , Anger, Depression even Assuming bargain, etc. Apart from Acceptance. Afterwards, some indulge in memorials , prayers, gathering the left over by a departed soul , donations after such memories , and face the emotions. Talking with someone sharing , etc. Happens which might be helpful. Cardinals, or Hummingbirds or Butterfly or Family photos in Canvas / printables or in beautiful frames would be a great and good. : : : :

“As I Sit In Heaven And watch you everyday, I try to let you know with signs I never went away. I hear you when you’re laughing, And watch you as you sleep. I even place my arms around you To calm you as you weep. I see you wish the days away, Begging to have me home.. . “: : The aforesaid poem Written By Hazel Birdsall has been used to comfort people all over the world, It is used for the sacred services , in Church , during the funerals commemoration and memorials and for remembering at home gathering :: : : CLICK HERE In BELOW to listen to the You Tube Video Song By Terry Moris https://youtu.be/evRAWqi2Isg?si=NW-ct79_psxKWcPs

* * I Made it Home : :

“**As long as they come,**
**To brighten up my day**
**And bring me some joy,**
**To continue on my way” ( “The Cardinals’ Song” by Emily G. Seberger ) ; : : : : : : : : : : : : “All I do to the bird is smile on this Sunday,**
**Because I see that my daughter is not flying away.” ( “Red Cardinal” by Madeleine C. Jones ) : : “****The Cardinal sits upon the branch.**
**He does not know which way to glance.**
**He only knows that God above**
**Is looking down in deepest love.**
**I look to you dear God above**
**And pray for your redeeming love,**
**To guide me through my nights and days,**
**And flight my fleeting fears away!** **“( “The Cardinal” by Pam Waters Carson ) : : : : : ; : : : : “I saw a cardinal in my tree,**
**the bright red color**
**so beautiful to see.**
**thoughts of loved ones**
**brought a smile to my face,**
**as I watched it flitter**
**about with grace.**
**Visitors from Heaven**
**they are said to be,**
**I feel blessed that**
**you came to see me.” ( Unknown ) : : : :**

* * * “December Notes” : : by Nancy McCleery
The backyard is one white sheet
Where we read in the bird tracks

The songs we hear. Delicate
Sparrow, heavier cardinal,

Filigree threads of chickadee.
And wing patterns where one flew
(Excerpt from “December Notes”)

* V : : Pending .. .

I Will Try : Mary Oliver : : Bird Poems : :

**Trying to Come Over the Dark Places and Awaiting For God’s Watch, His Angelic Guidance and Instructions and Development. MARY CHRISTMAS And** **HAPPY NEW YEAR’s Spiritual Lights**

**“I Will Try”, By Mary Oliver : : “Staring at the light in the tree With a Rich lense of Attention” ( From Mary Oliver’s Quote )**

I will try.
I will step from the house to see what I see
and hear and I will praise it.
I did not come into this world
to be comforted.
I came, like red bird, to sing.
But I’m not red bird, with his head-mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much, of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.
But this too, I believe, is a place
where God is keeping watch
until we rise, and step forth again and –
but wait. Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird? Or something
inside myself, singing?

–Mary Oliver

“I Will Try”, A Bird Poem By Mary Oliver is About The Red -Bird, The cardinal who or something similar for him which The Poet Speaker has identified, as being “existent inside her “self” is singing, and About the impelling urge to rise ahead, to step forth of the house, for a praiseworthy living in the natural world to sing like a Red -Bird. She is determined to “try to see” the beauty through the darkness inspite of her ( “now vanished” ) , that is, non – existent 💕 love. ( In the state of 💔 broken-hearted sadness ), she believes that she is in a place where God is keeping watch over the dark until she succeeds to rise, and step forth again. Because, she “did not come into this World to be comforted.”: The Red Bird lays bare a grief over one beloved person who has been”vanished”: Yet, The red Bird signals with his head-mop of flame and the red triangle of his mouth full of tongue and whistles , calling all living beings to come over ( even in winter ❄️ to life ). : : The Poet Speaker too hears it. Although she knows that she is not red -Bird She has determination inside herself to be like a red -Bird to sing. Her “roots , thinking , living in dark places , and everything is holding on “: Meaning, stops her and she has to wait as if awaiting further “watch” of God, His guidance or instruction and development.::::

In the midst of the aforesaid spiritual contemplations, The Poet Speaker awaiting with stillness, asks us to listen ! So as her conscience listens !! ” Is it Red -Bird ? Or something inside 💠 myself”, ( herself / yourself ) singing ? 💠 Holly 😇 💠 😇 💠 😇 Angel / Spirit / Red -Bird, The Cardinal ♥️♥️

“I Will Try”, A Bird Poem By Mary Oliver Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India December 28, 2023 : : ; ; ; : : :

The Old Meeting House : Alfred Noyes : : Bird Poems : :

Hum Historical / Alamy Stock Photo : : Alfred Noyes 1880 – 1958 ) Noyes most often exhibited a style infused with Romanticism and ballad-like simplicity, and his subject matter was usually optimistic and inspired by the natural beauties of the world. Noyes revered the polite formality of traditional English verse and despised the haphazardness and comparative literary disrespect of the modernist movement of the 20th century—especially the work of James Joyce— Noyes secured a place at Oxford University in 1898, though he left before earning his degree. Nonetheless, his first collection of poetry, The Loom of Years (1902), was published when he was only 21 years old, and received compliments from esteemed poets such as George Meredith and William Butler Yeats. Noyes married Garnett Daniels in 1907, and the couple lived off his royalty checks. That same year they visited the United States for the first time, and were entertained by such impressive company as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s daughters and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s sons. Noyes enjoyed notable relationships throughout his life, apparently drinking tea with Theodore Roosevelt in 1919 just hours before his death and meeting privately with premier Benito Mussolini in 1939, just before the start of World War II. : : By the age of 30, Noyes had firmly established himself as the most commercially popular poet of his time. According to Margaret B. McDowell in the Dictionary of Literary Biography, he had “produced his first biography, William Morris (1908), and had collected his poems in eight full-length books. in both Britain and the United States. … Thousands of readers bought Noyes’s books of poems, cherished them, and even memorized parts of them. : ; **His** Three most noticeable works were : The First one Drake: An English Epic (1906–08), the second, “The Highwayman,” The third most-frequently cited work is a three-volume work called The Torch-Bearers (1922, 1925, and 1930), which was inspired after a visit in 1917 to a new telescope being installed at Mount Wilson, California. ( This trilogy was Noyes’s attempt to reconcile science and religion, as it pays homage to progress in astronomy, biology, and other scientific advancements, as well as the theological and philosophical development of the human race. the third volume, The Last Voyage, as reflecting “the intensity of Noyes’s theological search for one’s destiny after life on earth and his increased preoccupation with religion ) : ; William Lyon Phelps, writing in The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth Century, referred to Noyes as “one of the most melodious of modern writers, with a witchery in words that at its best is irresistible. … [H]e has the imagination of the inspired poet, giving him creative power to reveal anew the majesty of the untamed sea, and the mystery of the stars.” : ; Noyes’s autobiography, Two Worlds for Memory, was published in 1953. He died on the Isle of Wight on June 25, 1958.

The Old Meeting House : : By Alfred Noyes
(new jersey, 1918)

Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn.
Those wise old elms could hear no cry
Of all that distant agony—
Only the red-winged blackbird, and the rustle of thick ripe corn.

The blue jay, perched upon that bronze, with bright unweeting eye
Could never read the names that signed
The noblest charter of mankind;
But all of them were names we knew beneath our English skies.

And on the low gray headstones, with their crumbling weather-stains,
—Though cardinal birds, like drops of blood,
Flickered across the haunted wood,—
The names you’d see were names that woke like flowers in English lanes

John Applegate was fast asleep; and Temperance Olden, too.
And David Worth had quite forgot
If Hannah’s lips were red or not;
And Prudence veiled her eyes at last, as Prudence ought to do.

And when, across that patch of heaven, that small blue leaf-edged space
At times, a droning airplane went,
No flicker of astonishment
Could lift the heavy eyelids on one gossip’s upturned face.

For William Speakman could not tell—so thick the grasses grow—
If that strange humming in the sky
Meant that the Judgment Day were nigh,
Or if ’twere but the summer bees that blundered to and fro.

And then, across the breathless wood, a Bell began to sound,
The only Bell that wakes the dead,
And Stockton Signer raised his head,
And called to all the deacons in the ancient burial-ground.

“The Bell, the Bell is ringing! Give me back my rusty sword.
Though I thought the wars were done,
Though I thought our peace was won,
Yet I signed the Declaration, and the dead must keep their word.

“There’s only one great ghost I know could make that ’larum ring.
It’s the captain that we knew
In the ancient buff and blue,
It’s our Englishman, George Washington, who fought the German king!”

So the sunset saw them mustering beneath their brooding boughs,
Ancient shadows of our sires,
Kindling with the ancient fires,
While the old cracked Bell to southward shook the shadowy meeting house.

— Alfred Noyes
Source: Collected Poems (1947)

” The Old Meeting House”,A Bird Poem By Alfred Noyes ( 1880 – 1958 ) is About the mysterious nature among the birds. . The red caps on this Red Bird resemble the garments of the Roman Catholic Bishops. Hence they were named The Cardinal. The Europeans who settled first in Northern America believed that ,“Cardinals appear when Angels are near” : Although this poem doesn’t present the birds as the gentle reminder of those who have passed away , it does link the cardinal to the spirit world. Whether the cardinal is a messenger from the spirit world or not , they are State Bird of 7 States Of United States. Theydeserve a special place and respectful care. : : : :

Notes for each of the Stanzas Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India December 27, 2023 : : : :

Cardinals : John Jackson : : Bird Poems : :

**” Cardinals” By John Jackson : Source : From poetryfoundation.org**

“Cardinals “, Published in Poetry Magazine Of Verse , October , 1993 issue, A Bird Poem By John Jackson is About A ‘pair of cardinals’, perhaps a couple in the same nest. He denotes the male cardinal’s beauty and strength and the female cardinal’s long patience , gentleness ( somberness ) and practical nature. Here the cardinals are symbols of patience, love, strength, beauty, and gentleness. He is a unconcealed roaring boy ; whereas she is “love’s discipline”. : : : :

Stanza 1 : : “She is brown and rose, like pears in October; 1
He is red as any ribbon on a wreath. 2
She provides, is practical and sober; 3
He is ceremony without belief”4: :lines 1 To 4 : : : :

About difference between male and female Cardinal Viz. Colour ( brown / rose , like pears in October for female against male’s red “as any ribbon on wreath” / circular band on ornamental flowers ) and Approach prefered distinctly by them. The female is a provider , practical and sober in approach ; whereas the male observes proper and conventional performance in manner of keeping commitment “without belief”: without impressions or fanciful notion. : : : :

Stanza 2 : : ” Where she stays she vanishes, so when she sings 5
It comes at once from nowhere and all sides. 6
He is the source and center of everything 7
(The one bird all of us can recognize).” 8 : : lines 5 To 8 : : : :

About Singing by the Pair of Cardinals. The female sings from nowhere and all sides as one may not notice her because she definitely sings when she stays , most of the time in her brooding / nest or at places around it.. By singing as part of her nesting behaviour, she protects her eggs from any intruder or while nourishing young ones. Say , it is for defending her territory. The observation here is, “Where she stays she vanishes, so when she sings ” 5 : Hence The female Cardinal is unnoticeable ; whereas male Cardinal is the “source and center of everything”7 : Hence , recognizable. : : : :

Stanza 3 : : ” Suppose you had to describe her; a song addressed 9
From out of the ground or middle of a tree; 10
Feathers several colors in one breath 11
(More subtle than her mate could ever be)” 12 : : lines 9 To 12 : : :

About The female Cardinal’s song that is “addressed more subtly than her mate” , that is, more artful and perceptive in the sense more penetrative and piercing , perhaps requiring sharp understanding. : : : :

Stanzas 4 & 5 : : ”

About The Pair of Cardinals , their common songs as “clean” ( that is, pure, thorough and sporty ) and “quick” ( warm, ready/fast and responsive ) / “As a blade that makes a pile of shavings” ( here , large number of tuneful songs ) : The Poet Speaker has explained the aforesaid “shavings”, “several” , that is, in large numbers “leaping from the stick” ( lines 13 To 15 ) Meaning , their several songs which are continuously tuned and hence readily available at “the sticks”/ at their broods/ nests bounce to remain visiting. The Poet Speaker thinks that “It is hard to imagine how these two ( pairs of Cardinals ) behaving”( line 16 ) / “As they do, could make their common cause,” ( line 17 ), that is, not easy to comprehend how the pair of Cardinals , the male and female so different from one another associate together to cause the happening in / “Agree(ment) to one song as their epithet”,( line 18 ) / expression ( not in words ) of musical passage , that is, the tuneful song. : :

It is not easy to believe that they would be intimate in agreeing to / “sleep with one another’s flaws,:”( line 19 ) : These flaws are in terms of their weaknesses or marks ❣️‼️ that could spoil the appearance of what he or she wants intuitively of their combined creations. The Speaker has named these flaws : “He ( is ) the blatant / unconcealed roaring boy ( very lively and prosperous ( marked by peace , success and prosperity ) in scarlet” red Bird ( line 20 ) / The hale-fellow ( Hale and hearty : healthy and vigorous / flying high ) no season can deter ( can’t be prevented or discouraged in any time ) ; ( line 21 ) / ( But ) She ( is ) an emblem ( representative of quality ) of the feminine ( befitting a mature woman of quality ) ; ( line 22 ) / Because to see all that there is in her / takes long patience and / Which is love’s discipline ( lines 23 & 24 ) : : The female cardinal is an emblem / quality symbol of a mature woman ♀️ 👠 having long patience , gentleness ( somberness ) and practical nature. Her routine conduct or behaviour and practice of living is what can be called 💕 “love’s discipline.” : : : :

“Cardinals”, A Bird Poem By John Jackson Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India December 26 , 2023 : : : : : ; : :

Colors Passing Through Us : Marge Piercy : : Bird Poems : :

Colors Passing Through Us
by Marge Piercy
Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.

Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk.
Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.

Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.

Orange as the perfumed fruit
hanging their globes on the glossy tree,
orange as pumpkins in the field,
orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs
who come to eat it, orange as my
cat running lithe through the high grass.

Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour.

Here is my bouquet, here is a sing
song of all the things you make
me think of, here is oblique
praise for the height and depth
of you and the width too.

Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.

Green as mint jelly, green
as a frog on a lily pad twanging,
the green of cos lettuce upright
about to bolt into opulent towers,
green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear
glass, green as wine bottles.

Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,
bachelors’ buttons.
Blue as Roquefort,
blue as Saga.
Blue as still water.

Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.

Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.

Cobalt as the midnight sky
when day has gone without a trace
and we lie in each other’s arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
— Marge Piercy

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I Never Left You ( Cardinal Poems ) : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :

* I Never Left You Poem John F Connor
I watch you every day, I am always very near.
I know deep in your heart, you realize I am here.
I watch you while you sleep, in your bed at home.
I hear you when you speak to me, when you are on your own.
You cannot understand the reason why I’ve gone.
But I will never leave you I am there to keep you strong.
Talk to me, I hear you, though you may not see.
We share an unbroken bond that will always be.
Death will not keep us apart, for our love is forever.
Just remember me in your heart, and one day we will be together.
Live your life and live it fully, don’t waste a single day.
Remember I am always with you every step of the way.

by John F Connor

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**Always With You** **Every Step Of The Way**

* * * I Never Left You By Sandra Smith

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The First Red-Bird: Evaleen Stein : : Bird Poems : :

**The Red Bird : The Cardinal on the branch of a Poplar tree**

**Red – Bird : The Cardinal on the top most branch of A Tree , Singing against the backdrop of blue Sky.**

**“The First Red- Bird”, By Evaleen Stein**

“The First Red- Bird”, A Bird Poem By Evaleen Stein is About A Cheerful Honey-sweet Song of The Red -Bird, The Northern Cardinal that was clearly heard by The Poet Speaker in the Frosty Daybreak. : : The searching attempt with strong desire of The Poet to look for an amazingly “joyous thing mingling” or combined “in the cheerful song” could not be located. This was because “all (around ) was “wrapped in violet tinted haze” or fog. “All ( was ) “slumber bound”, that is, all was asleep / in a quiescent state. : : He saw a “little singer” “clad” / clothed in red , in “bright scarlet”plumage / covering “feathers at the topmost height of the Poplar tree.” : : He heard the same honied trill once again when a “sunbeam suddenly” sent forth tilted “over the hill.” The red – bird rocked and shone / reflecting sunbeam, like a “breeze – swept poppy flower” as if effortless sailing downwind / With the Wind , were “blowing lightly with a quivered / ( rapid alternating motion of ) branches of a Poplar tree.” : :

“The golden light” was flashing in which the ( red ) plumage or the red feathers of the Red – Bird was glowing against the backdrop of “the blue sky.. . It was so sweet a sight !” Before The Poet Speaker whose “heart was thrilled with rapture“, that is, entirely carried away by an overwhelming emotions of ecstasy / in an elated bliss. : : : :

“The First Red- Bird”, A Bird Poem By Evaleen Stein , Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India December 23, 2023 : : : : : : : :