Poetry by Irwin Goldman
Irwin Goldman, born and bred in New York follows a spiritual path having met Baba Muktananda, and has an interest in Perennial Philosophy, which draws on an array of faiths. Irwin's philosophy reflects in his poetry.
Watch the video reading of Anita Speaks of Heartache here -- the text of that poem as well as The World's a Stage appear below.
Anita Speaks of Heartache
Words and actions are leaves in the wind,
Going this way and that,
And the vast universe
Rushes before you
In a magical show
Without a stop,
Each moment initialed by you.
But you do not know the knower
Of this passing show.
She is pure delight.
He is closer than your shadow.
It is you.
With such a knowing
Heartache cannot live.
The World's a Stage
If I am already perfect, as you say,
Then why, I asked Anita,
Do I have to do spiritual practices?
Or try to be considerate? Or honest?
The person who wakes up in the middle of the night
Asking such a question, she said,
Is like Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark,
On the stage of a large theatre
Who is wondering whether
To end his stepfather's life;
I assure you Lawrence Olivier
Was not concerned about his stepfather -
For he had none -
Except when he became Hamlet
And then he understood it was a role
In a play
With great applause at the end
If he did it well.
I still don't see what Lawrence Olivier
Has to do with this, I replied.
Because, she said,
You don't see yourself as a role
In a play of your own creation,
Blending actor and role in all
That you think and do.
But the moment you mark the difference,
Your knowledge will be complete,
Your acting, unparalleled.