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Pebbles of Sound

by Gabriel Ezutah

136 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0125; ISBN 1-55395-762-8; US$16.00, C$18.50, EUR13.50, £9.50

Spicy and sonorous poetry to set the soul on divine fire.

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About the Book Pebbles of Sound is the fulfillment of the poet's countless-lifetime-search for the true meaning of life, the nature of Soul, our relationship with Spirit, the Light and Sound of God, as heard and seen by old Moses, that blinded St. Paul, but still seen and heard today by countless devotees, including the author. Karma and reincarnation, dreams and visions, the need for and place of the true Master, in the life of a sincere seeker of Truth. Who really is the true Master? The Godman! The Wayshower! And how to recognize him. The Spiritual Laws, the Spiritual Exercises and their proper applications to achieve desired results. The correct use of the imagination and much more. There are 252 poems in all, plus Foreword and Afterword. Written in a unique style of regular nine lines each, with corresponding nine metres and triplet rhyming, the poems fly on the high wavelength of the sacred number 9, and through countless voices of familiar and unfamiliar images, pelt the reader with painless pebbles of sounds of divinity, dazzle with the blinding light of spirit, to galvanize the truly adventurous soul, to dare beyond the dark veil and grasp truth and freedom like a brave eagle clutching a swift gazelle. Be warned, some of the poems may appear to insult, outrage, or demystify, but they uplift and inspire, nonetheless, because the poet speaks directly to soul, hardly to the rigid mind, and never to the brief body. Visit the author's website at: www.gezutah.com.

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About the Author Gabriel Ezutah was born in the eastern town of Ohafia, Nigeria, on the 11th of February, 1965. His father was a petty trader and his mother a small subsistent farmer. He was only two years when the Nigerian civil war broke out. Three years later, and being on the seceding side of Biafra, his parents fled with him and his four brothers into the bush where they lived for several months as the war raged on. Having witnessed many offensive scenes of exposed corpses and blood as a child, he had this question carved on his young but forced-to-mature- early mind: what is the meaning of life. His father, Nna-Dick Ezutah though poor, had a great influence on his future career as a writer, in that he told him countless stories about life, past life and reincarnation, which Gabriel is forever grateful for. His family's poverty, coupled with perennial extended family's squabbles which sometimes turned dangerously violent made him an eternal restless individual. Much of a rebel. Nevertheless, he dragged through primary school; thanks to the Universal Primary Free Education that was in place then in Nigeria. His parents struggled to see him through secondary education. And that was it. But he had already fallen in love with books and reading which according to him saved and restored his sanity. "I read thousands of books in a few years. Sometimes I made girlfriends just so I could read books from their rich family libraries," he reminisces. Gabriel never had a room to call his own until he was thirty six. " I was always on the road," he says. In 1985, Gabriel moved to the oil-rich city of Port Harcourt to live with his elder brothers. Finding it difficult to get a job, he stayed at home for years reading and writing poetry. Later he worked in all areas of the catering industry for over seven years, which even took him to work in an oil rig. He has also worked as a gardener, salesman, smalltime businessman, housekeeper and a builder's hand. He also co-edited a spiritual magazine for about five years. In the early 1980s, he came in contact with the Teachings of Eckankar, the Religion of The Light and Sound of God, whose headquarters is based in Minneapolis, Minnesota U.S.A. According to Gabriel, my life completely changed for the better. My one billion nagging questions about life were answered in one night. My life changed from loathing to loving and living. I moved from passive protests to active and creative participation in life. For the first time I knew the true meaning of happiness. His master, Harold Klemp, whom he claims descended from the same spiritual brotherhood as Shamus-I- Tabriz, Who was Rumi's own master, is the greatest influence in his life and writing. "Life is a mystery until we realize that we alone create our own world!" He fondly quotes Klemp. Gabriel now lives in Kinsale, the republic of Ireland. He works as a production manager in a craft factory.

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Reviews

"Pebbles of Sound...is full of loving feelings, informed by a powerful sense of the numinous, a joyous sense that (the author) has come through years of spiritual confusion into clarity and certainty...rich in memorable phrases."

Editor, THE SHOp
A Magazine of Poetry

"Gabriel Ezutah...is in tune with the music of the spheres, his title comes through W.B. Yeats and he is a modern transcendentalist.

Books Ireland

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Sample Excerpts

        1
When songbirds siren-loud their love songs,
They attach no strings to their sweet tongues,
Nor do they recall, long-gone old wrongs.
Yet the violin wants to be the lark,
And the guitar longs to take a crack,
When cheap fame and wealth is their mean mark.
If you want to give, give like the rain!
Smile like the sun to the point of pain,
For in giving is soul's greatest gain!

        2
Enveloped in a circle of sound,
Drums and bees in divine mortar pound,
Soul-rocket fires to lift off mud-ground.
A spiral swirl of sound and white light,
A spear-pierce of black dome for soul-flight,
Sharp claws perch on blue-eyed-eagle's height.
A ride on light and sound white saucer,
Like daily drives on train or sport car,
Melts life's chilly glacier to water.

When songbirds
siren-loud their
love songs,
They attach no
strings to their
sweet tongues.

        11
As babies tremble and smile in sleep
And silent cats twitch, shake from the deep,
So do we punch, curse and make to leap.
When the shell cracks and the chick appears,
The farmer smiles and laughs in sweet tears,
How the new mother fights with weird fears!
If our daylight is others' darkness,
Why then do we cry in dire distress,
When soul goes home to true happiness?

        12
If Harold says it, it must be Truth!
Sacred sound-word liberate besieged youth,
Divine salve wash stumpy leper smooth.
To behold radiant form of Harold,
Lotus-petals of wonders unfold;
Drumming, humming voice of God untold!
To witness and to hear Harold talk,
Is God in blue suit amongst men walk:
To free souls his keen eyes of wild hawk.

To witness and to
hear Harold talk,
Is God in blue suit
amongst men
walk:

        27
A pint of Harold's well of wisdom
Sparkles a blue-eyed-eagle's freedom
And wings rocks to fly to God's kingdom!
A pinch of Harold's divine humour
Fires weaver birds great chatter ardour
To grease the wheel of life's hard labour.
A gaze from Harold's glassy deep eyes,
Melts glacier and mountains of rock ice
To save a trapped soul from deep hell cries.

        28
The wild wind went with the robin's nest,
I did not laugh but knew mine was next,
As fierce floods came and fled with the rest.
If you feel pain, then harm not the rat!
Do not maltreat or starve the poor cat!
God loves not man more than the blind bat!
The soul that croaks in the ugly toad
Is the singing cricket by the road;
God has them in ITS warm wide fold!

The soul that
croaks in the ugly
toad
Is the singing
cricket by the
road;

        59
When pushed to sharp edge of reality,
Dance naked like a celebrity,
Prove worthy of a divine duty.
Avoid truths coated with chocolate,
Duck from the dry hand of the prelate,
Go direct to God in your raw state!
That you may fall a robin and lost?
But a planned crash in the shameful dust
Is worst! Living by begging for crust!

        60
Sweet wine which befuddles not the mind,
From divine tavern one of its kind,
Flows from God's pitcher for souls to find.
To drink is to swim in divine bliss,
And to hear God speak in a snake's hiss,
Is a soul-plane ship never to miss.
To get drunk on harmless divine wine,
Is mystery fertile womb cotton-fine,
To clone Whitman, Jesus or Einstein!

To get drunk on
harmless divine
wine...is
To clone Jesus,
Whitman or
Einstein!

        133
I deserve the best. God knows I do!
No matter what test, I must go through.
I shall never rest! God see me through!
So I'll go for the best antelope,
As a cheetah, chasing down the slope;
Stretching, straining, breathing hard to cope.
Soon the rugged stag goes out of steam,
As tough Arabs meet a surprise stream;
And I wake up to my boldest dream.

        134
If you must go beyond the dark void,
All the deep snares and pitfalls avoid;
The key is surrender, unalloyed!
True surrender to whatever force;
The faceless being on a white flying horse,
Who has shepherd-guided you on course.
A grain of doubt, a slippery relapse,
And a crash from harmless thunder claps,
Off the sharp spiritual mountain caps.

So I'll go for the
best antelope,
As a cheetah,
chasing down the
slope;
Stretching,
straining...

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