"Egregori" An Anthology of Meditative Prose, by Tonvg Erged

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Prologue For The Eyes

To you who gazes into these pages,
Know that opening a book is only ever the first step.
As you open this book and look in,
Open your heart and look further,
Open your mind and let the words glow,
Open your soul and feel your depth,
And fill yourself with all that you find.
Ponder and wonder as you please
And make these words a part of yourself,
And reach out beyond the world within;
For the time is yours to open the doors.

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Our Nightgown

The eyes only met for a moment.
The ears heard but the single conversation.
It was a simple greeting, a heated argument, a life as friends.
See the threads we all have woven.
Over and under, around and beside.
The threads are tied, in present and future.
And as more treads enter our lives, they extend us all.
This is no web, no mess of tangles.
This large bolt of cloth, it folds out from the belt.
Our nightgown - countless threads woven tight.
And when we sleep, our dreams catch under the stitching, through present and future.
They, too, weave together.
In breathing threads, the nightgown is shared.

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The Way of All Things


Here upon this ship,

A mass of hand-me-downs

Traded between my forefathers,

I sail into the course I chose.

Other ships float by,

And we trade, And we battle.

I repair the decks,

I color the masts,

And my ship gains a new prideful form.

The sum of what I have built

Endures along the battering waves

Until the day the water pulses,

And the storm of destiny roars

To split my ship in half.

The heartful years sink down

And I tumble into a stray rock.

I climb to the low top

As the lonely air comes quietly,

And I watch as ships come by

To salvage my parts.

The tides are rising fast.

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Beginnings and Sequels

          A book, bound by fate
                                              A man, bound by love
                 A woman, bound by evil
                                                          A child, bound by a curse
A tree, bound by justice
                       A shadow, bound by love
         A pair of sisters, bound by duty
                                                    A blade, bound by flesh
                   A death, bound by dreams
                                           A truth, bound by grief
                          A prisoner, bound by life

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Verse of Galgaliel

Haze from the center melts away, the wheels burn in heat for the stone decisions; no more will the songbird wait atop-

Galgaliel, Arise

Vibrate the roots of the first step.

From the first pollen of the Black Flower

The rumbling and shaking did birth anew.

There in the Sea of What Never Will Be,

The insanities formed a shining shape.
Oh, how rapidly it did spin.

All things begin simply, and in simplicity begins all movement.

From the moment of birth, all actions are an agonizing struggle until movement pulls life toward growth.

Through routine and practice, by casual impulse or concentrated effort, the difficulty is overcome and made a part of life's path and past.

Galgaliel, a great wheel that flies toward what lies inert, is the initial motion and the simplest of motivation.

From its vibration comes the first breath of all goals and whims.

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    The simplest form of meditation is focused movement in exercise. Progressing from one destination to another is a natural event in all parts of life.
For an effective meditation, take advantage of any movement between two places, the longer routes of at least half an hour in time being ideal for results.
Let yourself fall into a steady pace as you walk, run, jog, swim, or climb. Be aware of the muscles you use as you progress.
After the first minute or two, center your focus on your breathing. Control your breathing so it comes and goes in a rhythm.
Focusing on your breathing should not be made to be something strenuous. Stop right away if you are injured at any time.
A successful meditative exercise consists of set lengths of constant motion and paced breathing, along with few changes in your rhythm.
Continue to focus on your breathing when you decide to stop travelling, and hold your focus until your body is calm.
Be sure to drink water before exercising and after calming down.

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Behind Blue Skies

    Tides pull in from the east
    I see the cerulean curtains closing
    Glimmers of screams flit into place
    Wayward and hidden thoughts burst forth from new azure.
    High tide brings with it no mercy.
    The unspoken waves crash against themselves.
    No purpose to aim for but self-satisfaction.
    No listeners but the inside.
    The sapphire rage calls out to the sky.
    Angels with the bodies of maces
    Whisper shivers into the cliffs.
    The rocks fall and punch into the azure
    Bringing foam at the mouth.
    The fury churns loudly in shadows,
    Until the westbound tides glow with ears.
    Back into hiding;
    Tuck the waves backstage.
    This storm is for no one else.

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Greatgaunt Symphony

Here is a cloud, upon the grim earth.

The edges are thin, but the border is resolute.

On the outside, many creatures buzz and spin.

They are spirals. They work for small dreams, they swirl against this cloud here.

They churn in circles; around, beneath,

Behind our eyes, in smooth silence.

Out there, they dance.

All is in rhythm.

It continues.

Within this cloud lies our starscape.
It quakes, I rise and fall with the noise of the peace.
Two stars, just as small as the rest of us, share their light and sparkle.
A spiral shows itself, diving in from outside.
Many stars come to quell it, and return to the peaceful quaking.
Some leave this cloud for a moment, to push the peace beyond.
The trails of stardust wax and wane.
The cloud bounces and sways.
And we all resonate.
All is in tune.
It continues.

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The Flower Prince

    "I wish to become stronger
    Because this garden is far too cruel.
    Naturally, the wilting shall be culled."
The flower pleads this to you,
From under the tall grass around.
You reach down to the frail thing,
You adopt it and raise it,
And you whisper your mind to it.
Yes, this garden is quite cruel;
It is tragic, but it is true.
Is the flower garden fair or false?
    "Yes, I am far stronger than ever,"
Laughs the flower to you.
    "I grow faster, I stand higher!
    So why do you look so troubled?"
You have no reason to reject truth,
And the wilted have been culled.
    "What do you want from me?
    Whether I wish for it or not,
    I must pursue the enemy;
    I must take the sun!"
Is the flower garden alive or dead?
The beastly flower bends down.
Yes, it is very strong now.
It crouches down to tell you:
    "I wove flower crowns for us,
    So why do you look so sad?"

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Verse of Zophiel

Shapes converge in wet paintings of parting fog, and lost dust collects as new spectrums for the sprouting of futures- 

Zophiel, Fulfill 

Make clear the possibilities born. 

As the second pollen spread, heat burst down upon the Sea. 

Imagination entered the waves, 

And the insanities set to work on coloring. 

From every new color given to the Sea, 

New lights led the insanities to glamour. 

All thoughts begin as small sparks of pure inspiration. 

Deep and shallow in the minds of all life, light paints all consciousness with ideas and insight. 

Clarity grants life a broad vision of the present, and life in turn builds thoughts, questions, and forms for light to shine upon. 

Zophiel, a constant burst of folding light, is the inspiration for all creativity and illumination in life. 

This illumination determines the many paths of imagination and its creations. 

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    A private and constructive form of meditation is meditative composition. The goal of this style is to help clear obstacles in the mind and let thoughts flow freely. Simply find a place where you can write comfortably and start writing everything that comes to mind. You may find it easy to build up a sort of "momentum" with your thoughts. When you write, let go of any grammar, structure, or sensibility in your words. This writing is mainly for your own mind, and showing it to others is completely optional. It doesn't matter if what you write doesn't make any sense, and it doesn't matter what sort of topics you chose to write about. Focus only on writing words down.
Write down every word that comes to your mind and heart, no matter how insignificant or painful. By putting these thoughts into written form, you establish trust with your own mind. Writing things down establishes some permanence to your thoughts, and allowing yourself to give that permanence to your thoughts can help you think clearly and confidently in any task. While this is mainly focused on writing in journals or poems, it can also include playing musical instruments. The basic principle is similar: Play music without bothering to adhere to meter or tune. It is not what you create, but the act of creating that allows this form of meditation to work the best.

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This Piece of Heart

                I hoped we could be,
                But I won't start over again.
        On midday street walks,
        Lights fell and sparkled in the air.
        Nobody stopped to see them fade.
    Your eyes seemed so innocent.
    Everything made sense to you
    But they didn't to me.
Deep inside my mind,
I didn't compromise for the love.
You just believe in your words:
"We were walking on the same road."
    Such a bright time...
    I'm locking it up,
    And I'm burying it where I can't see.
    I'll pull this box back out
    When you drift into my thoughts.
            Once I've locked it up
            You don't need to try to know,
            So leave this box where it should be.

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How Deep is the Foe?

Was I safe in my tree,
Perched upon the middle branches?
My tree was fine so long,
But now, beware that thing!
See it now, as it rips over the sky,
    A flicker of a shadow...

        The winds bite away the clouds,
        And the thundering roars echo across and within.
        The dragon flies again.
        In the corner of my eye,
        From the shadows I make up.
        The fires spout around from its evil voice,
        Incinerating the leaves above.
        The cursed lizard gnaws at the roots,
        And my perch sways erratically.
        I can't stand this dread here.
        The dragon is maddening!
    Kill it now, kill it now,
Kill it!

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In the Days Where Grandmother Strolled

In the morning gardens

Where the tired help the old and fresh

Gathering new gossip and smiles

As they dress for routines again...

In the midday rains

Where those hopeful trade stories

Flirting with the eager and flowering 

As they talk with bits of the future...

In the sunset gusts

Where the naive chase and play

Building dragons and castles together

As they race until dinnertime...

In the night bonfire

Where the aching huddle close

Trading passions in secret

As they share the heirloom dreams...

How many ribbons have you held onto?