Sad sighs in between

Sad sighs in between

October 1, 2018

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From your bosom’s share

You gave me a piece of sun

Dazzling in bright frame

 

In free gift of self

Willingly you gave me light

Through dark winter night

 

Nights and days relayed

Sensations everlasting

Heart at the center

 

Head preoccupied

Thoughts roaming free now unwind

Windmills in the mind

 

From my toil and care

I gave you a piece of moon

Reflected in eyes

 

In poet’s retort

Unknowingly I gave spleen

Sad sighs in between

 

Reading of the poem: 

Anamorphic – Lights & Motion

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ldo4jsHmC4w

Sums of nothingness

Sums of nothingness

26 August 2018

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They flew in bosom

Starry eyed children from home

Otherworldly trace

 

Mother stilled my heart

Creepers exhaled wilderness

Petals hung in air

 

Old garlands crumbled

Yesterday’s gods lived no more

Peace an outsider

 

Carved doors stayed ajar

Valleys and hills relayed height

Journeys dispelled fear

 

Moonbeams carried sight

Into the night I rode lone

Withered traces swept

 

Retracing mindscape

Counting footsteps I gathered

Sums of nothingness

 

Reading of the poem: 

Here without You – 3 Doors Down

 

 

Stormy weather stains

Stormy weather stains

23 February 2018

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Lightning strikes on plains

The dark one losing his gains

Expunged all our pains

 

Desert landscapes sigh

Behold the thundering sky

Truth is born from lie

 

Haughty mares shake manes

Dragons’ blood courses through veins

Sun and moon in lanes

 

Spirits soaring high

Eagles and falcons now fly

Nature to comply

 

The gleaming moon wanes

Willing the skies as it rains

Stormy weather stains

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song

Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits

Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5r95066RjM

Gathering the clouds

Gathering the clouds

21 February 2018

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Dream catcher

Weaving in moonlight

Steadfast light

Strange the night

The bride clad in eerie white

In the dark watcher

 

No regrets

Water roars in streams

Rivulets

In my dreams

Twenty three undone in seams

Twirling violets

 

Baleful looks

In between the books

She watches

Through the crowds

Sprinkled garlands of white shrouds

Gathering the clouds

 

Reading of the poem: 

Water shaman – Shaman Drum Journey & Koshi bells – Tantra Music | Calm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPbU-phJrPc

The dark side of the new moon

The dark side of the new moon

6 February 2018

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Wistful look

Relics of the past

Remind me

Of your face

Before descent in disgrace

From cross underground

 

Gone too soon

Stars moon and the hook

In one glance

Chasing key

Eyes tightly shut for the dance

Narrow fields witness

 

Shapeless space

Forming my fingers

Across you

As we sway

Relentlessly we twirl on

The dark side of the new moon

 

Reading of the poem: 

Can’t take my eyes off you – Muse

Neutron Star Collision (Love is Forever) – Muse

I belong to You – Muse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHs5sYN7Ovg

Moon Petals

Moon Petals

15 November 2017

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Grey dawns pearl

Pushing back the night

It subsides

In circles

The Sun picking up the strides

Invades horizons

 

New day born

From womb that was torn

Miracles

Pulsating

Within mind’s webs creating

Remnants of her Art

 

The Mother

She anointed me

Moon Petals

Whispering

The moment when prayers ring

To temples in heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Shoot the Moon – Norah Jones

Nightingale – Norah Jones

LoneStar – Norah Jones

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elKwdbL3A9Q

Through impossibility

Through impossibility

9 September 2017

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Talking birds

Flying through monsoon

Quick to swoon

Under moon

Her pallor accentuates

As the heart dilates

 

Wayward herds

They speak survival

Revival

Of rival

Plan simple black against white

Inclination fight

 

Unknown nerds

Working for planet

No regret

None to fret

Through impossibility

Align humans free

 

Reading of the poem:  

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From Yesterday – Thirty Seconds to Mars

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpG7FzXrNSs

In the gold of alchemist

In the gold of alchemist

8 August 2017

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Shining lines

Covet lightened shrines

Come hither

We cloak selves

In the gold of alchemist

Leaving copper trail

 

Trade my faith

Thousand bolts under

Thunder’s call

Tall to wraith

The subdued versions recall

Memories of the fall

 

September

Will bring me ember

Of moon’s death

Slow sun’s breath

A tale to remake amber

Jaded tiger’s eyes

 

Reading of poem: 

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In search – Manish Vyas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeCbfofF6G4

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

7 July 2017

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Mama Jain felt a momentary rush of repulsion and excitement go through her frame as she felt the smooth coldness of the touch of the preternatural being she was touching and that she knew intuitively was actually her. She pondered upon the fact that every new discovery, even of what the mind tricked into believing it was new while it was old, always seemed to lead to a brief intermingling of two antagonistic impulsions within one’s being, each of them inspired by a diametrically opposed set of emotions. While reflecting on this and slowly relaxing against the coldness of the palm in front of her, she could feel it subtly warm against her own outstretched palm and she could feel the tingling of the nerves in the palm facing her while she slowly felt herself travelling up a chain of constricted vessels that seemed to be a bloodstream. On she journeyed, into the red that swayed up until the end of the upward waterfall where she could see a throbbing blue red door suspended between streaks of light that glistened with crystalline dewdrops.

As Mama Jain had journeyed through the channels that sometimes dilated and sometimes constricted but always in a winding motion whether round or squared, she then fully realised that the solution to the age-old squared circle problem was by essence multidimensional, a quantum concept like the flowing of time was in reality, a chaos model in the multiverse. Like it was the case of the feeling of being constricted or dilated, the commanding of the passage from one to another a simple matter of perspective, of vantage point, inner, outer.

Mama Jain felt herself come to a halt just at the brink of the door which she realised was actually her own heart that kept beating and throbbing pouring out red and blue depending on which side the flow had made her drift. She swirled in the pools of red and blue at the measure of the heartbeats and could feel herself slowly overcome by a great feeling of peace that pervaded her every atom. She realised deeply that the Theory of Everything was indeed Love. It was not necessarily the concept of romantic love although that too played a very important part in the composition of the energetic field that she knew propelled and sucked everything as she had experienced it during her journeys outwards. She saw further that the Theory of Everything was the unifying frequency that built upon the weightless measure of things when they were all vibrating together causing all of them to have the same scale when looked at from an observation point where they could all be viewed as one-dimensional despite them being multi-dimensional.

Mama Jain could see in the shadows cast by the crystalline drops at the top of the red blue door a myriad of shades of purple that were differentiated by the quantity of light that fell upon them. It then occurred to her that if there were no shadows, then one could not actually perceive the light as there would be nothing to contrast it and differentiate it, therefore giving a meaning to its existence. Mama Jain realised that in some way, the light owed its existence to the darkness and the other way around so one could not exist without the presence of the other. Mama Jain could feel her being fill with the understanding that all things were one thing and its opposite at the same time and what was perceived depended merely on the vantage point with the unifying perspective being the unifying frequency of love that beat in the heart of all things Earth-bound, stellar or interstellar. She had felt intuitively that when she journeyed outwards to far away lands the frequency that unified her with her external circumstances caused her to dilate to a size commensurate to the interaction required with the beings existing outside of her. It was all truly a matter of scalability which was carefully measured and reshaped according to the unifying frequency of Love.

While the fact that a being could be one thing and its opposite at the same time could seem irreconcilable, Mama Jain realised that it was very akin to what happened during her meditation as her mind danced with the stars while her body was still on the ground and her heart pulsated within the center of the multiverse for she was etheric, dilated and immense among the stars but at the same time finite, physical and limited within her frame on Earth. It was during the peak of those moments of total synchronicity, when her heart and mind had reached the point of resonance where both beings could exist and be one at the same time that she could connect to grid of all things through the heartpath and bend all matter and lack of it thereof into new forms of being.

Mama Jain surmised that for the new forms to be seen, one must see them through the heart, the new eye of the mind which allowed the retina to see what she knew was the quantum world through a tiny lense that lead to the pathway of the breath. It occurred to her then that words, pulsating through breath caused the motion in stillness of the air within bringing forth a series of emotions in her and therefore aligning words in a certain pattern and diffusing them into the ether outside would cause motion in the stillness of the infinite air outside and cause a similar series of emotions although of a different scale altogether. Embued with that knowledge, Mama Jain set about sharing a string of words infused with a frequency translating the impulse of breath that she felt inside when joining together the words and sat back to observe the effect they would cause.

As the experiences multiplied, Mama Jain noted that while some felt a sense of exhilaration at some of the words, others only felt in them sadness and a sense of foreboding. She then realised that even words, even breath pulsating through the ether could be perceived as one thing or its opposite because they were perceived from different vantage points. Mama Jain wondered whether it was the breath and the words themselves that contained the duality or whether it was the readers with their minds that expressed that duality and she realised that it was difficult to say whether it was the one or the other. In order to check whether it was the breath, Mama Jain traveled to different points of her country first staying at the level of the sea and then driving into mountains and experimenting the effect of the frequencies intermingled with the words and the result she had was quite surprising. She realised that even within her own being, both the breath and the frequency seemed to take on a whole new meaning and a whole new set of emotions depending on whether she was at sea level or in the mountains.

Mama Jain was not sure what to do with this new finding that she had never suspected before. She wondered whether she could call upon bluebird so that they could analyse the data pertaining to several individuals and see whether there was a difference in the perception of the same thing depending on the distance from the Earth but bluebird was sitting mum and not keen on assisting her these days. She thought to herself with a chuckle that she ought to go to the moon and see if the frequency and the dynamised breath had the same effect or whether they would feel even lighter there. Meanwhile, she would have to try to find a way to go deeper into the analysis of this new finding which was that the nature of duality was embedded within every individual being and the way one thing was viewed by the same individual varied depending on the location of that individual comparatively to Earth which center sucked the individual being. Mama Jain wondered whether the way everything was viewed would keep changing depending upon the new center as defined by the location of the individual.

Looking back at her hand through which she had emerged again both from her thoughts and from the bloodstream that she had been floating through, Mama Jain waved it in a twirling motion and it was once facing her backwards and once frontwards. She thought to herself that if she were to wave infinitely fast and see it when she was out of her body like before, the hand would probably be a flower composed of infinite juxtapositions of a frontwards and backwards hand and one would not be able to say which was frontwards and which was backwards. Mama Jain thought that it would be interesting to twirl time very quickly and see whether one would randomly find oneself in the forward time or in the backward time or whether one would actually not be able to distinguish anymore which was forward and which was backward.

 

Eye of the Storm

Still waters – Maksim Mrvica

 

Remember from the ember

Remember from the ember

25 June 2017

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Grant me strides

To edge of morrows

Taking sides

No option

In mind the heart’s adoption

A play of two rides

 

The moon spills

Honey of the thought

We forgot

In token

The chime of heart awoken

From remorseless spells

 

Delve in wells

Bathe in the red glow

Blaze to show

Under snow

Remember from the ember

Of seeds that we sow

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Bindweed above the water – Stive Morgan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Au3xdopryg