He moved with giant strides
16 March 2020
He thought that love was a battle
One to put as task
The chains and tools that he’d rattle
In the cage she’d bask
Envigored by resolution
He moved with giant strides
Yet it was the wrong solution
Strong the soul she rides
She beckoned to him taught him peace
Of leaves that mind did rake
Offered soul and heart to appease
The lady of the lake
Reading of the poem:
Agnes Obel – The Curse (Berlin Live Session)
Talking birds
15 March 2020
Springtime dew
Drops on daffodils
Grass that sprouts
All about
My mind running wild with bees
Larks that morning frees
Summer breeze
Seeping through winter
Blinded herds
Haughty nerds
Of the meanings that become
Lost messages hummed
Symphonies
Stretching in the sun
Talking birds
Swirling words
Of the moments that I sum
With my heart’s fingers
Reading of the poem :
Max Richter – Dream 3 (in the midst of my life)
The Human Experiment
14 March 2020
I was reading today a 2017 article about Quantum theory and the “observer effect”. I have always been convinced since early adulthood that we not only react to our surroundings but can interact with our surroundings in a deeper way than by just the physical touch. This conviction was held earlier in the form of a guesstimate that there was something out there reflecting what was inside and I used to be a very dreamy child convinced that I was not from “down here”. Thankfully my parents were not the type who were intent on making their child prosaic and aware of their circumstances so I was left to myself to think whatever I wanted.
I remember once when I was little my elder sister hanging from the iron bars outside the window, covered in insects and telling me she was going to die and I had a feeling this meant she was going to fly away to the stars like the butterfly my father had shown us once transforming from a caterpillar. I was so convinced that I was not from here that I kept to myself most of the time and had very little friends. It was as if I was waiting to leave at any moment in time and would therefore prefer not to be burdened by separations. The stories our father told us or that my elder sisters read out or gave me to read increased this level of dreaminess and expectations of great miracles of the mind on matter.
Starting from the year 2010, I became increasingly convinced that there was an intimate interaction between our hearts, our minds and not only Earth but the whole Universe out there. I started writing from that feeling and a lot of my poetry became infused with that thought or conviction. From that time onwards, I carried out a series of experiments on myself and my surroundings to see whether my moods, my beliefs and thoughts could indeed change my surroundings and the events in my life. It is difficult to say whether this happened or not as this could only be measured by experiencing the same life without this experimentation which is, today at least, virtually impossible. In 2016, however, I realized that the fact of wanting to carry out this experimentation had given rise within me of a sort of entity which remained aloof from everything felt or carried out and which I termed “inner observer” to which I dedicated the poem “Finding inner observer” which I am giving the link for here (https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2016/03/16/finding-inner-observer/).
I continue to carry out experimentation on myself using my feelings and thoughts to observe what is the outcome of those feelings and thoughts on my life and although I wish I were able in parallel to carry out a human experiment with different feelings and thoughts and have someone else observe the effects, I find it interesting to note that positive feelings and thoughts do indeed make my situation better while negative feelings and thoughts make my life spiral downwards. What was more interesting to note was that negative feelings and thoughts spiraled downwards much quicker and created life surroundings and circumstances which were much worse than on the positive scale upwards.
If any of you have carried out such human experiments, I would be glad to hear from you in the comments section. Meanwhile, please find below the link to the BBC article which while a bit old is quite interesting and I leave you with those thoughts and as usual with a link to a video on youtube I hope you will enjoy listening to while reading this or going on with your daily activities.
http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20170215-the-strange-link-between-the-human-mind-and-quantum-physics
Thomas Feiner – The Rainbow
The invisible thread
9 March 2020
She smiled at him. He was getting more interesting by the day. She always knew that her interest in men was more of the sapiosexual kind but had not realized until this day how much this was true. It was not that he was not handsome, far from that. In fact, she would classify him quite high on the handsome scale although his features might not be the classical handsome face. Yet it was not that which attracted her. What appealed to her most was the fact that he knew so much about a variety of matters and spoke like her several languages, some of which she did not speak herself.
He sensed her keener interest and was visibly flattered. He moved closer to her and she nudged towards him, her left flank now touching his right flank. She could feel the heat seep towards her from under his shirt. She felt all warm and cosy and it gave her a fuzzy feeling. He looked intently at her. Her eyes shone with that particular sheen which had captivated him right from the start. Unlike his green and gold speckled eyes, her eyes bore a dark liquid intensity that he had rarely seen in the eyes of the girls he had flirted with before.
This one was going to be trouble for his heart if she did not respond to his wishes in the way he wanted. He knew she wanted and celebrated her freedom. Would they be able to keep this feeling despite the both of them being so fiercely independent, he wondered? Yet he knew that every time he was away from her it was like something within him was missing. He simply had to come back to her or her to him, he was not sure which one of them wandered back to the other. Like drunken sailors they seemed to rift apart and then stumble into each other again.
It was as if an invisible thread with a spring-like quality was holding them and brought them back to each other when they wandered away too far. He had heard a saying once that people who were meant to meet were tied by an invisible thread. If the saying was true, then he and she were apparently glued together with several servings of invisible thread. He smiled to himself. He liked the idea of being strung up as long as it was with her…
Love – B-Tribe
Letting go of Time
16 May 2017
Dream selling
In storytelling
Heart welling
Soul swelling
Emotions in mind dwelling
Transforming the nerves
The thought swerves
Inventing the curves
Of future
Past perfect
Toppling idols they erect
Within shrines of page
Hear the sage
Letting go of Time
Instinctive
Act forget
There are blossoms in the fields
They rise when one yields
Reading of the poem:
Every day it’s the same – Bvdub
I would have waited – Bvdub
Two hours to Forever (Just ask me I’ll stay) – Bvdub
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Clarity of You
21 July 2016
Roaming mind
Connecting the dots
Infinite
Treasured lines
Projections of our tall selves
Erected the spines
Everywhere
Remnants of your prints
Stilted rhymes
Suffocate
Essence of your purity
Twined complexity
You are here
Within every breath
Like promise
Of white air
The shadows of inner light
Draw upon your sight
Withered Hearts
Replenished with Love
The white shrouds
Skies and clouds
The consistence of morrows
Alight in the Soul
People fade
Like candles in wind
Noise shadows
To rescind
Within the tunes of your song
Ode to sing along
Through the space
Folding unfolding
Twisting time
Haunting mime
Replicating twin suns sparks
Clarity of You
Reading of the poem:
Sinking inside yourself – Hammock
Cold Front – Hammock
One Another – Hammock
In mutual growth
3 August 2015
Roots grow spreading out
Blossoms reaching out to worlds
Feeling ways other
.
Touch ever so slight
Fertility’s miracles
Birth of new wonders
.
Expanding fibres
Connecting dilating spores
Life grows from union
.
Seeds rise above root
Rivers of discovery
Separation is
.
.
Boughs darkened lay bare
Life stilled at extremities
Lost nurturing touch
.
A spark connects ends
Green life sprouts again
In mutual growth
.
Symphonies sing loud
Promises of distilled births
As touch grows finer
.
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