Centuries of gifts
13 June 2020
Walk with me
in meadows of green
I am witch
of the land
The time is but creeping sand
passing through fingers
Death lingers
on the land’s outskirts
Body hurts
as it breeds
swallows fears that it yet feeds
Dichotomy’s stance
The shining
Magic awoken
from my heart
to my hands
They give and don’t make demands
Centuries of gifts
Reading of the poem:
Antaeus – Kyrie
Of Love’s wilderness
16 May 2020
Green foliage
Covering the ground
Seeking eye
Now spellbound
I breathe in the summer’s dew
Seasons brought anew
Clouds gather
High above in skies
They rumble
With the seed
Of water mingling with salt
Life breeds a new creed
Falling rain
Shimmering raindrops
On my head
They sparkle
They point to a new cycle
Of Love’s wilderness
Reading of the poem:
Sam Smith – Fire on Fire
Solid ground denied
12 May 2020
North and South battle
Irreconcilable straits
Conflict in bosom
Flourishing in reed
Graceful attire of heart
Swaying to the rhythm
Solid ground denied
My soul like a wild gypsy
Yearning for travel
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 305 using conflict and gypsy. Rules and pingback here
Reading of the poem:
Sam Myers – I Got The Blues
The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation
8 May 2020
The spell seemed to have worked. It was sent out in the collective consciousness as she knew it needed to be sent out in the open. It was more effective with being read and she knew that she had to inspire herself three years ago from then. She had slid into the timeloop during her altered state of consciousness and inspired herself back in 2017. She had then watched as she created the poem that would provoke the onslaught of what was happening just now. She knew it had to be done. The flu had to be released into the world because the end effect was the mutation that needed to happen. This was the only way that they could resist what GAIA had in store for them. Their lungs needed to mutate into one lung, breathing in a completely different way than how it had breathed up to now.
As with every time she projected herself into the past with the altered consciousness, everything went haywire for her in the present. Devoid of her consciousness, the brain alone was not able to function normally and was clouded by the overwhelming synapse points where the memories were being mixed into the present state of being. The past, the present and the future seemed to all merge into one apocalyptic moment and she could see the waters engulf the land as well as see the ice age that was to follow the overheating of the planet. All those thoughts raced into her head like realities that presented themselves to her. She could see all of it happening as if it were happening in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, her consciousness was inspiring her in the past to create the worded intention and put out the magic spell into the collective consciousness.
Her consciousness saw the words and at the same time saw them manifesting. It was a flu alright, but it was a flu that needed to fundamentally change the human body. Like every time there was a significant shift in the Earth requiring a shift in consciousness and in the bodies, it was always done through a flu or some other pandemic. Her consciousness was then satisfied by what was released and came back to her in the present, right in the nick of time before her mind would go into overdrive with all the stimuli and shut itself out forever. The flu was not as deadly as the Spanish flu before it but they seemed to be afraid of it even more. They called it covid-19 and treated it like it was an enemy. Little did they know that they had to go through the process of catching it in order to mutate. If they did not mutate, they would not be able to survive the shift that GAIA was preparing for them. It had had to be done despite the thousands of deaths. They must all catch the flu to avoid humanity becoming extinct on the planet once GAIA’s program had come into place…
Dead Can Dance “Yulunga” 2005
Life’s everlasting flower
23 April 2020
Inside me
The memories spill
They spell slow
Overkill
Of words gathered in neat stacks
Unfolding in racks
The soothing
Blindness that covers
What I read
Once in time
Now concealed the very rhyme
Of breath that hovers
Outside me
Circles concentric
They twine low
Into skill
Life’s everlasting flower
Intricate power
Reading of the poem:
Alone with the Alone (verses by Ibn’ Arabi) – Henry Corbin
My feet are weary
8 April 2020
Catch my breath
It escapes in lakes
As I whirl
Remember!
Essence of life is hidden
Between tree and bark
Remind me
Of jewels in chest
Studded pearls
Hold moonshine
Revelry began with wine
Ending in my salt
Fill me words
My head is tired
Lay them down
Near bosom
Fly me to castles in sky
My feet are weary
Reading of the poem:
Jon Bryant – “At Home” [Official Audio]
The souls spared
4 April 2020
Smother not
The wilful intent
It breathes low
Remedies
For the dark venture to cease
The mind none to tease
Pursue Art
Within mighty heart
The power
To harness
Kingdoms beyond the darkness
Where brave stand duress
Look beyond
Written in the skies
The hearts paired
The souls spared
The breach a keen reminder
When the mind despaired
Reading of the poem:
The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor (Official Video)
I am gone
30 March 2020
Did you see ?
The ripple-clad lake
In shining
Replicates
The wonders that we can be
When we’re pacified
Speak to me
The birds have lost songs
Their beaks blue
Like my soul
My mind relinquished control
The lack in your words
Hone me slow
Caress my feathers
I am gone
In song shrill
Birds calling on window sill
They follow shadows
Reading of the poem:
Within – Winter Aid
Ocean greets me kin
24 March 2020
This is not a play
Tragedy nor comedy
This is a life’s toil
I splatter the drops
The waters in rivulets
Aspire for bay
Ocean greets me kin
Movement of waves like my skin
A body of clay
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku 298 using the words bay and play. For rules and more poems follow this link.
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 12: Prière Pour La Miséricorde, Alain Kremski
The slow mist covered soft
10 March 2020
The chest gathered arrows
A sacrifice thrown at its feet
Of the archer it shows
Upturned splendor of his defeat
Mind to heart made appeal
No prison for want of warden
A kiss of love to seal
A pact made in yonder garden
The slow mist covered soft
Flowers in the garden blooming
The heart yet kept aloft
Silken threads to the mind grooming
Reading of the poem:
B-Tribe – Agua azul
B-Tribe – Spiritual Spiritual
B – TRIBE – Suave Suave
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