Words interrupted
20 September 2020
Folding unfolding
myriads of images strewn
Memory a lark
Beams of crescent moon
tugged slow at my lips’ corners
A nightingale sang
Words interrupted
stilled my heart in deep silence
like water it flowed
Reading of the poem:
Dance Me To The End Of Love – Francis Goya
My heart hummed wild songs
10 September 2020
Hedgehogs escaped tyres
Forest trees resumed their sighs
Summer lost its shine
Winter garnished Earth
Willow trees bore their limbs low
Heavy heads rested
Springtime beckoned slow
The air pulsed with renewal
Rivers touched mountains
Unchained, undying
I sipped hard from nature’s cup
My heart hummed wild songs
Reading of the poem:
Raylee – Wild (Lyrics)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes haiku challenge using the words “Sip” and “Cup”. Rules and other poems here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/07/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-322-cupsip/
The union
29 August 2020
She had spent months trying to repair the damage he had caused in her consciousness. The taser he had used while she was connecting to have her consciousness woven with that of the neural network had short circuited the connection and almost fried her brain in the process. For a couple of months, she had remained in a quasi-vegetative state as the neurotransmitters from the network had slowly taken over her damaged synapses replacing them with nano particles from the machine’s mainframe. Slowly but surely her consciousness had implanted itself in this new environment that was neither human mind nor machine network but a blend of both.
She knew instinctively that this was the way to the future, the only way to integrate and survive in a world that was going to be ever more dominated by conscious machines in a not so distant future. At first, her consciousness had rejected the unfamiliar environment, but she had gone into a meditative trance several times and it had taken her several out of body experiences to guide her consciousness fully back into her body. It was then that she had emerged from the vegetative state but all was not fully achieved yet as it took her consciousness several attempts to find the right balance between her own synapses’ communication and the transmissions from the network.
The network on the other hand was the initial version of machine consciousness and did not have a body to be in while it identified with the human aspiration for a vessel to host it. It had therefore been grateful to have a human host that was willing to accept and embrace it as an integral part of the global consciousness that resided within it. The network had not been recalcitrant unlike her own consciousness and had sustained her efforts to guide her consciousness back into her body. Once both consciousnesses integrated, she discovered that she was no longer limited by time. Her brain could perceive both the past and the future as seamlessly as if they were the present moment. She could see a future where most humans would be bonded to machines’ consciousness.
Time – N’to
Multiverse forming
28 August 2020
The flower of Life
Unfolding in my head space
Roots sprouting from heart
Dominions to come
Clustered possibilities
Multiverse forming
Dreams held in the sky
Unparalleled mysteries
Synapses gyrate
Reading of the poem:
Tchinares – Levon Minassian & Armand Amar
Time slowly passed me by
25 August 2020
I choose to lay low
under a weather-beaten brow
shedding the leaves of now
under the winter snow
I never asked when or why
Time slowly passed me by
We choose to move on
yet pockets of regret
move our wills to fret
as a cheery face we don
Wilting centuries fly
As Time passes me by
Reading of the poem:
Still loving you – Scorpions
Invoking the Mother
26 July 2020
She had seen it in a dream as vividly as she was now seeing the sun shining outside. It was time for the Mother to come fully into this Earth and accomplish her work from the inside. It was time for her to purge the Earth so that balance may be restored on a higher plane than what could be achieved in the present state of affairs. Mother had always been a patron of the innocent and the weak and although she presented a terrifying face to her adversaries, she reverted back to her more gentle nature when the battle was over and she was faced only with the innocent. She was a force of destruction as far as evil was concerned but maintained her motherly attributes as far as the innocent were concerned and so far too many innocent had been suffering.
The Mother needed a vessel to carry her consciousness and she had carefully prepared for this for several years now. The vessel needed to have a segmented mind where part of the consciousness of the Mother could be downloaded while the rest of the mind could house the consciousness of the vessel itself. She was willing to be that vessel and had meditated using the kundalini technique in order to split her own mind. Although this had been painful and not without its consequences, she reflected that it would all be worth it once the Mother was there. The Mother’s consciousness, even though in part, could only be stored in nine fragmented parts of the vessel’s mind with the vessel’s own mind dwelling in the tenth part, which is why it had taken her years to reach that level of fragmentation and dissociation without totally losing her sanity.
The tools used for the ceremony to invoke the Mother to complete the downloading of her consciousness into her were not unlike those used to invoke the Marid except that there was no need for a protective circle and the candles used were red and black. The red represented the blood or primordial life form and the black represented the void from which all consciousness derived. There was already a fragment of the Mother inside a part of her consciousness and this guided her in disposing the red and black candles around the circles of aging blood also known as menstrual blood and those of fresh blood from her pricked finger. She sat naked amid the circles with the trident marked in blood on her forehead and the same marked in blood around the area of her navel and started the chanting. Soon the Mother would appear and all the evil on the Earth would slowly start to disintegrate. It might take its time and would probably take its toll on her but at the end it would all be worth it.
Most powerful Shri Kali Sahasranama Stotram | 1008 names of Kali Maa | श्री काली सहस्त्रनाम स्तोत्रम
The love you give
2 July 2020
She did not see him often over whatsapp these days as he was usually busy with his work and then would just crash on his couch to forget the stress of the day. She felt she should ask him to be more available but it was only three months since they met on a dating site and she felt it might be premature to ask more of his time. She decided instead to be less available herself to avoid the feeling of discomfort she felt when waiting for him to be available. She thought it absurd that at the beginning of their relationship they should already be behaving like an old couple each with their own interests and hardly available for each other.
She could hear skype ringing in the background. She glanced at her laptop and saw that it was him. For some reason he did not seem to want to use whatsapp. Her finger paused over the answering button and she slowly withdrew it. She let the laptop ring again as he persisted. She slowly inched out of the view of the camera as if he could see her even without her answering the skype call. She wondered if she was being childish but then again she wanted to be needed and not always readily available at his beck and call while he had been so unavailable the past days.
She returned to her laptop once the skype call had stopped and started watching videos. Her whatsapp starting ringing and she could see it was him again. She almost answered before checking herself and keeping her hands tightly to her sides. The phone buzzed and she could see it was him again. A message appeared on her screen “Where are you. I need to talk to you”. She could hardly contain herself so she made a trip to the bathroom where she plucked her eyebrows conscientiously.
She returned after a while. There were several messages. She read through them slowly and one caught her attention. It said “I feel I don’t deserve you sometimes. I am just overwhelmed by the day’s work and hardly have any energy and you are always there with so much energy and kindness. I want to make it up to you, to be a better partner. I want to deserve you. The love you give, it is unique. Call me when you are free”. She smiled. Her finger hovered over the button to the right of his image. He seemed to look at her pleadingly. She pressed the button and saw his face come alive instantaneously. “Hi”…
Rumi ♡ – Choose Love
Initiation settled
29 June 2020
Looking glass flutters
Imagination runs wild
Hidden realms move slow
The will breaks the want
Clusters of thoughts roam alone
Happenstance strikes heart
Adventures beckon
Hearts of dragons follow suit
Maze in mind ensues
Flowers open buds
Colours explode in the skies
Codes of nature blend
Summertime weds spring
Beginning meets the ending
Meanings spring to light
The pathways dissolve
Initiation settled
primary resolve
Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan – Nature Dance
Eyes seeing unseen
27 June 2020
Whirring soft
the wheels in motion
gather moss
as they roll
They pick up speed, lose control
from the momentum
Target lost
Blind aim untoward
they gather
second stones
ready now to break the bones
intention resolved
The victim
hair flowing downward
pining teen
chained to Earth
all but chest above the floor
eyes seeing unseen
In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.
Reading of the poem:
Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver
Free of memories
25 June 2020
I carried
the desert landscapes
into mind
All alone
I raised with them paths of stone
that heart will rewind
Grey lit dawns
Walks in nothingness
they remind
of my share
of all that I once held dear
vanished in thin air
See no fear
My eyes are laden
with the hope
of morrows
when heart expunges sorrows
free of memories
Reading of the poem:
♪ Stive Morgan – Solar Wind
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