Opposites melding
14 June 2020
Humming sounds
they speak of vessels
Thinning air
Lights alit
The will of mind to submit
to the loving waves
The outreach
The hand of the One
It relays
the blessing
The only thing now missing
reconciling odds
Princely speech
A new beginning
Bridges reach
beyond sight
Dark corners receive the light
Opposites melding
Reading of the poem:
Sunset – Abel Korzeniowski
The Devil you know
26 December 2019
She looked around her taking in the leaves in the small pots and the small budding white flowers growing slowly in between. This was not exactly what she had expected when she had emerged from her sleep like state. She knew this would be temporary, however, so she was not too worried about it. The flat was neat and sparsely decorated. It was a far cry from the wilderness she was used to or the luxurious surroundings she had dwelt in on occasion, but this would do for now. She wondered how her twin was living and whether he had awoken too from the sleep like state that he must have been in too. This was not the first time that she would be awake before him though, so she did not dwell too much on this thought nor did she attempt connecting with him. She would have time to do that later.
The last time she had awoken before him it had not been a good age. The world had been in patriarchy mode and her ways of the old did not seem suited to the times. She remembered with some displeasure the difficulties of that era and the near helplessness she had experienced where her physical body had not only been a point of weakness, but an actual hindrance given the limited freedom that women had then. She had travelled long and far to reach the area where recounts of her twin had emerged. She knew quite well by then the tell-tale signs: The fantastic tales, the miracles, the huge gathering of followers and the automatic unrest that accompanied this within the rulers of that time. Every time her twin had manifested on Earth, whether it was in Mesopotamia or Ancient Egypt or the land of the two seas, he could not help but provoke the established order and create problems for both of them.
In comparison her methods had always been more discreet, working within the shadows, mostly with the female population, never basking in the light. There were always two sides to a story like there were two ways of approaching matters and hers had always been the way of the silent stream that slowly erodes the foundations of mighty dwellings rather than the direct towering waters that her twin had always loved to raise against the norms of each era. Well she thought to herself, the last time had not gone so well for him and even their father-mother source had not saved him from the trouble he had got them into. As a female with child, she had been spared and did not go through the fate her twin underwent. In fact, barely anyone noticed her contribution to the upheaval of that era and she did not even figure in any historical recounts or barely as a side figure, an afterthought and mostly in a negative light. It was always her twin who was in the limelight and she realised that he might as well given how he loved it while she preferred the shadows.
The keepers of the secrets of the Source had sent them as messengers, each in their own way allowing humans to discover themselves, to allow them to delve into their light as well as their shadows until they could realise that neither was more worthwhile. The idea was for them to allow humans to understand that each being or inanimate object was just a manifestation of the flux that emanated from the Source, that both light and dark were just different perceptions of the same energy that encompassed all and permeated from within everything. She naturally identified with the female side of humans as her star soul was the moon and had therefore chosen the shadows. Her twin had chosen to represent the light and he had gotten so infatuated with it that he no longer remembered at every human manifestation that he was only partly light. She on the other hand had never been dazzled neither with the light nor with the shadows and remembered that their original mission was to allow this Universe to achieve balance. In every era she had incarnated within, she made it a point to achieve that and in the age of patriarchy, this had mainly become a work linked with liberating women from their bondage whether internal or forced upon them externally. Wherever she went, the liberation of women ensued whether slowly and steadily or in outbursts.
It pained her to think that this play of light and dark had made human beings reach incredible levels of hate and bigotry and that the rules that the source had enacted within the minds of the initial messengers had all been diverted into rigid and ridiculous sets of dogma that allowed humans to fight and kill each other in all impunity. She was not very fond of bloodshed, not even when she knew that it was sometimes necessary to rejuvenate the planet they were on and allow for the recycling of those souls which had gotten too dense to allow the others to progress. She was of a playful nature in general and had found it very funny to diffuse in the minds of humans a representation of the world of shadows. Owing to the way patriarchy had been dominant in the world, however, this representation took on a male nature rather than a female one and with the fertile imagination of humans, it became a monstrous figure with horns and hooves, something between an animal and a human being.
She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed at the thought of it. According to humans, the one who lurked in the world of shadows was a wicked being called the devil and he had a pointy tail, cloven hooves, wild looking horns and terribly pointy teeth. Above all he was supposed to tower over human beings and roast them with the fires of a place humans had fearfully invented and named hell. At the opposite side of that, there was supposedly a place where all souls that had been redeemed would be taken if they submitted to and worshipped their saviour, her light-loving twin. The humans had lovingly named that place heaven and each of them had their own personal idea of how beautiful this place would be although for most, it was likened to a garden with everlasting bounties. She laughed at the thought of this childish inclination but then sighed at the thought of the task that awaited. Perhaps she should have incarnated into something more akin to what they were expecting so she could be more convincing in her task. After all, better the Devil you know…
Return to Outremer – Irfan
Darkness overcome
17 May 2017
Fires roast
Chest nut on a fork
Babies fly
Borne by stork
Kingdoms whirl and fairies lie
In the dark of woods
Three pigs squeal
The wolf an outpost
Chimes reveal
Senseless act
Dogs of hell brought to the heel
Silence in the ghost
Five seek five
In shining beehive
Gold in pound
Strikes the ground
Dissolving what mattered most
Currents see to strive
Souls that dread
Gloomy Hearts of lead
Wings that spread
In love fed
Morning dewdrops winding fled
In the air ahead
Frame alit
Spirals through the slit
Paths that split
Candlelit
Raging towards road sunlit
Twining orbs that flit
Minds that sum
Good bad and the glum
Fingers drum
Lips that hum
Tuning mellow days to come
Darkness overcome
Reading of the poem:
Embrace, release – Bvdub
Everything Between You and Me – Bvdub
A History of Distance – Bvdub
Ghosts of What we Once were – Bvdub
As we remember a Life of Love – Bvdub
I Break All Around You – Bvdub
Shape of the future
14 May 2017
Hone the skills
They unite the souls
That relive
Lost lifetimes
Within the tunes of my rhymes
When clocks spin backwards
Walk towards
Renounced happenings
Beginning
Known endings
When they loved people not things
Sailing within heart
Sound the bells
The bees are flying
In honey
Of morrows
Their buzzing wings announcing
Shape of the future
Reading of the poem:
Washed away in your waves (This is Love) – Bvdub
My skies cry your name – Bvdub
I’m coming Home (From the sky) – Bvdub
The Old Souls Chronicles 2: Hegat and the failed crossover
7 May 2017 (read the first part called Lurch here )
Before the blood could hit the floor the two men from the health squad have taken out their vacuum guns and wiped it out in mid-air. Aron, the soft-spoken health officer moves forward and holds his hand in the nerve cuff so that his mind cannot rebel against them while they will him to stop the self-destruction he had initiated.
Tony’s mind resists again frantically and the nerve cuff fuses. Aron and Hemshaw immediately cuff him on both sides and add nerve containers at the base of his neck, completely immobilizing his mind flow.
Some onlookers were getting extremely nervous at what was unfolding so Aron and Hemshaw will Tony out of the restaurant and into their cube so they can take him to the health facilities. A small team of cleaners from the health squad goes over any remaining dots from Tony’s blood all over the floor and vacuums the air as well as ionizes it fully making sure they pulse the ions into the nostrils and mouths of all the occupants of the restaurant at the same time. Before long these latter have forgotten all about the incident as a group of newcomers come in to demonstrate their newly acquired whirling skills. That is another of the attractions that made such places as restaurants the in place to be at, not only you got to consume energy the old way but you also got to see new talent in motion for free and it was always so exciting to see newcomers exhibit their newly acquired skills because they pulsed strongest with life when they first acquired those skills, shooting rainbow arrows all over, giving a high of energy to the audience that watches them.
On entering the facilities, Tony sees that Hegat, his wife, is at the reception waiting. Aron and Hemshaw salute her with respect as she, like Tony was an old soul with an old mind full of empirical data about the past. Unlike Tony, however, she seems to be full of life and in very good health. They know she is around three hundred years like her husband but her appearance is that of one of the forty year-olds from the old souls who are less than two-hundred years old. Aron like Hemshaw is a youngster and none of the youngsters ever went beyond the age of thirty in appearance because it had simply become close to impossible in the wave of Life system.
Hegat looks at her husband with a mixture of sadness and curiosity. She takes in the small additional wrinkles that had appeared from his choice of regressive DNA mode. It was all at once fascinating and horrifying that he had actually initiated the process. She reaches out and touches his face, running her fingers softly alongside the crows’ eyes close to his temples and his mind and body stills. Aron can feel Tony’s will weakening so he unhooks the nerve containers at the base of Tony’s neck and Tony’s will does not rebel. Encouraged by this Hemshaw retrieves his nerve cuff on Tony’s right arm. Aron keeps the nerve cuff on Tony’s left arm just in case they would need it but Tony’s will remains still. Even his coughing has subsided and it looks like he is reversing DNA mode to switch back to progressive and Hegat smiles as she feels the crows’ eyes reduce slightly under her fingers.
Aron looks at the nerve cuff on Tony’s arm and sees that the data reads married. It seems that both have decided to be together again. The data also reads progressive mode for the DNA so he smiles and slowly removes the second nerve cuff from Tony’s left arm.
Aron and Hemshaw walk towards their cube and see Tony and Hegat walking towards Hegat’s cube. They know that Tony had abandoned transportation in cube since he had entered DNA regressive mode as the cube would have immediately given away his secret and so he had had to move on foot from one place to the other, which had not helped his deteriorating condition at the time. They shake their heads at why anyone would want to attempt the old timer’s crossover instead of enjoying this life of luxury and unimaginable prosperity if you compared it to the tales of the old world that they acquired knowledge of through the pod in the Superim library. Aron was looking forward to Tony’s lessons because even though he was a youngster, he had felt moving within him emotions that were far stronger than what the average youngsters were feeling and had always thought he was a freak. This encounter with Tony was going to be a game changer for him he thought as he looked back again at the cube of Hegat disappearing in the air.
The Consolations of Philosophy – Max Richter
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
The fools follow lies
1 January 2017
Undeterred
Blinded hatred herd
Pushing through
Wars of faith
Warlords faithless brink masters
Pushing to blisters
Consensus
A brief bleak respite
Nature’s call
Angels fall
Instincts of the animal
Woven in mammal
Prime life thoughts
Rhyme forget me nots
Prayers meek
Cathedrals
Art of taking to the peak
Mistakes that they seek
All is spent
Pennies and heaven
Pains in souls
Underwent
Momentary bridled lamp
The blind back to camp
Treasure map
Splitting in four squares
Hidden wolves
Prepare lairs
In the message look for ark
Brittle noise their bark
Orders tight
Like my bosom’s breath
Impending
Lifelike death
The wise point to the blue skies
The fools follow lies
Reading of the poem:
Warlords – Audiomachine
Wars of Faith – Audiomachine
When it all falls down – Audiomachine
Being Alive – Audiomachine
Unfinished Life – Audiomachine
Final Hope – Audiomachine
The whisper of your shadow
3 September 2016
Convergent
Our focal points merge
Within sight
Of the night
Upside down worlds gathering
Ascending dissent
Divergent
The mind separates
Projections
Of our souls
Like “autodafé” on coals
Artificial leaps
The light creeps
It speaks of slumber
Twenty-three
Outnumbered
The whisper of your shadow
Dispersed recoiling
Reading of the poem:
I descend to You, You ascend to me – Alessandra Celletti
The Golden Fly – Alessandra Celletti
Crazy Girl Blue – Alessandra Celletti
The spiraling flights right into the sky
(original form of 15th century rondeau cinquain)
19 April 2016
The spiraling flights right into the sky
The wuthering heights, the children that fly
The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep
The simmering pain, the angels that keep
Farewell into lights the soul that flies high
The thunderous nights of hearts that deny
The weakening plights of stories that try
The innocence slain downward paths too steep
The spiraling flights right into the sky
The wuthering heights, the children that fly
The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep
The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry
The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry
The darkening stain of the flows that seep
The memories that wane though stirrings run deep
Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry
The spiraling flights right into the sky
The wuthering heights, the children that fly
The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep
The simmering pain, the angels that keep
Farewell into lights the soul that flies high
Reading of the poem:
The spiraling flights
Modern form of the rondeau (15 lines with “Rentrement” at 9th and 15th lines)
19 April 2016
The spiraling flights right into the sky
The wuthering heights, the children that fly
The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep
The simmering pain, the angels that keep
Farewell into lights the soul that flies high
The thunderous nights of hearts that deny
The weakening plights of stories that try
The innocence slain downward paths too steep
The spiraling flights
The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry
The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry
The darkening stain of the flows that seep
The memories that wane though stirrings run deep
Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry
The spiraling flights
Reading of the poem:
The pain of separation (The longing)
Only Breath – Rumi
The Longing – The Truth of the friend, Rumi
Losing touch
4-5 April 2016
Caring much
Flames in heart a pyre
Soul outlet
Part regret
Equal portions of the two
The fear, the desire
Climb higher
Mountains may have peaks
Yet they stare
Into clouds
Solace a vision of shrouds
On heavenly frame
Call my name
In whirling waters
Abyss stares
Into skies
In between a string of lies
Man-made disasters
I fly free
The heart in throbbing
Holds the key
To kingdoms
There are castles in the air
Between mind and flair
Implosion
Internal order
Aligned streams
Path of dreams
The world less than what it seems
Dissolving matter
Rays scatter
Remnants of the fear
Scorching suns
Raise the bar
Feet walking on liquid tar
Roads of redemption
Losing touch
Recollections void
Nothingness
A slow spin
Neither lose nor ever win
Souls in between worlds
Reading of the poem:
Beauty King – The White Birch
Riot – The White Birch
New Kingdom – The White Birch
Love is so real – The White Birch
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