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Phoenix | A Video Reading by Jay Landar

From Jay Landar & Family.

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An Update

Dear Light on The Page followers,

This is not Landar, but his son, Nathanael. You must all be aware of the complete absence of posts within the past 5 and a half months. Well, it is with great sadness that I have to inform you of the reason for this.

Last Summer, beginning of August, my father went to hospital to later discover he has a brain tumour. A malignant, and aggressive tumour. It has been a whirlwind of emotions since it’s happened, for each member of the family, friends, and especially Jay. It is a delicate matter, but I must inform you that aggressive treatment has been undertaken, which is now complete. Jay is safe in his hometown of Kilkenny, but due to problems the tumour has on his memory, speech,  and ability to read and write, he is unable to continue this blog at this point in time.

With saying that, Light on The Page will not disappear. I am always monitoring feedback, comments and news and report these back to Jay. It is my mission to bring Light on the Page to a wider audience. To the world.

This is where I must ask you a question. I need your help. I am undergoing a project, to create a book from Landar’s work on this blog, to also be called ‘Light on the Page’. This project involves a lot of work and thought, and in our home I have piles upon piles of printed sheets containing each piece Jay has ever written for Light on the Page. So much work, that I could create a lot more than just one book. So here is how you can help me.

 

If you can, please compile a list of what you believe to be is Landar’s best work on this blog. A list of what may be your favourite work of his. A list of what you think should be included in this book.

Email your list to landar@lightonthepage.com.

I will look at each one and compile together a list of my own through seeing what comes out most.

 

Again, email to landar@lightonthepage.com

 

Thank you, and best wishes, today,

 

Nathanael Macdonald.

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Phoenix

The Phoenix is a reality. It is possible for the human being to be that. We can rise above the ordinary, worldly self which struggles so hard to make sense..

The Rising Phoenix

The Phoenix is a reality. It is possible for the human being to be that. We can rise above the ordinary, worldly self which struggles so hard to make sense of life. To rise like that is an act of grace. We cannot make it happen. That is why it is mythological. It is a truth – but it cannot be. These truths go so far beyond the realistic, the intellectual, the factual that people find it difficult to conceive of them. But those colors are there, of the Phoenix. When the smoke clears their truth is revealed. It is remarkable to grasp something in reality which should not be.

 

Phoenix

There was a flame, which was also a wing, and a thought –
it craved life, it craved space in me. I could
walk on the ground it lit for me, where my feet
had never touched ground before. I could think,
with that pinion behind my head, and the thought
would spread and spread and spread. Pure
Phoenix, I can hear your turmoil, your amazing colours
defying the chemical stillness, because
you should not be.

 

Best wishes, today,
Jay Landar

©Jay Landar 2013. All rights reserved
You are welcome to quote from Light on the Page on the condition that you cite the author and the source: Author: Jay Landar. Source: www.lightonthepage.com. For other permissions please contact the author.

 

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The Call to Purity

the call to purity

The call to purity. What a strange idea! When life is so vast – so full of rights and wrongs, desires, mistakes, unpleasantness, struggles for love – how can a call to purity be anything? How can it be a calling?

On my poetry-gathering trip to the park yesterday I saw a mother with two small twin daughters – identical twins no more than four. One of them turned and looked at me. In all my born days I’ve never seen such a look of wonder and purity on another human being’s face.

Why was the world created? Why does it continue and remain? Answer: because it heard the laughter of that little four year old child.

This is a fact. Now it’s also a fact that we have that pure being inside us as well. It makes a calling. It hears one. It pulls the earth into incarnation – or at least keeps it there. What would the earth do if there was only impurity? It would cease to exist – it would go away.

The pure being inside us knows all the facts of life. It knows the desire for love, the mistaken efforts, the failures. These things are also there within the four year old child’s eyes. And yet the calling is real. The pure self will have life, will have incarnation.

The very thing that makes the earth come into existence, and remain, is the same thing that brings us back into incarnation ourselves.

I struggle for these ideas and truths – and get them wrong – but the impulse to purity is still there. It creates all the world’s light and shadow, all the astonishing richness of animal instincts – and puts them through human beings. No wonder artists want to paint.

 

Best wishes, today,
Jay Landar

©Jay Landar 2013. All rights reserved
You are welcome to quote from Light on the Page on the condition that you cite the author and the source: Author: Jay Landar. Source: www.lightonthepage.com. For other permissions please contact the author.

 

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A Gate Set in a Wall

gate in a wall

These little poems are like summer snapshots, or snapthoughts, taken in my local area. They owe their existence entirely to the particular place and moment of their origin. They are not competitive or assertive – they are just expressions of something coming into being.

 

A river is always a living thing.
This little dog, a terrier, steps in.
He sips, climbs out, and rolls in a dust bank.
The river has passed and is passing still.
*
Look. A gate set in a wall, three swallows
and four oaks away, across a deep lawn.
It’s open, open and open again.
It calls my name. How did it learn my name?
*
A cat with a bell in an ancient church
will be hungry. The mice are ancient too.
Foundations go so deep. Who nibbles there
will be a second in a long, thin year.
*
This that is eternal and unchanging
will never cease its flow through human lives.
But who, in all this crowded July day,
has paused to leave the motion in their mind?
*
But human beings are giants in their way -
vast with feelings and yearnings and secrets.
No synonym can entertain their lives.
And almost no love can hold them. Almost.
*
This little bridge strewn with buttercups
considers the truth that nothing changes.
‘Am I alone then in vaulting the world?
Do I soar on my own between two sides?’
*
A yellow football thinks, between two kicks,
‘My life is what these boys have given me -
nothing is above me, nothing below,
except their lives make it so. They are gods.’
*
An orchard garden, laid out in a cross,
pulls down the sun to swell its green apples.
Part of this creation is eternal -
it’s outside trees and fruit, yet in a cross.

 

Best wishes, today,
Jay Landar

©Jay Landar 2013. All rights reserved
You are welcome to quote from Light on the Page on the condition that you cite the author and the source: Author: Jay Landar. Source: www.lightonthepage.com. For other permissions please contact the author.

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