Fleshy taste of strawberry
13 May 2020
The rancour
Now melting away
Mind knows night
Heart knows day
The soul in between to sway
Springtime steps astray
Summer bloom
Moves springtime too soon
Into past
None to last
Watching bearded chin to groom
Lost in the whiskers
Hidden fruit
Shielded from the eye
In darkness
Your lips curl
Fleshy taste of strawberry
I unearth slowly
Readng of the poem:
Iyeoka – Simply Falling
Love only wisdom
11 May 2020
Look closely
There are worlds twirling
Within eyes
Behold sighs
Of the soul resurfacing
Heart to mind clinging
I own books
They speak of strange love
Of a dove
Turned eagle
Flying high above mountains
Freedom reacquired
Question me
My answers are ripe
With the juice
Of my fate
I have forgotten to hate
Love only wisdom
Reading of the poem:
Melody Gardot – Deep Within the Corners of My Mind
Showering raindrops
10 May 2020
I fly high
Within bosom spread
My wings soar
Ever more
I am a kite in the sky
Through the clouds I fly
Nothing lasts
The hurt now swallowed
Deep within
We wallowed
Sunshine then struck off the pain
Shining through the rain
April’s crops
Showering raindrops
Summer’s hay
To follow
As we dance on the rooftops
Listening to May
Reading of the poem:
Mighty sam mcclain – when the hurt is over \ lyrics
For life a tingle
9 May 2020
You ran on
Like an untamed horse
Kicking off
The saddle
Only thing left to cradle
Emptiness within
Breathing in
I will fill myself
With moments
That lasted
Within lungs filled with your taste
I draw in with haste
Unknown zest
For life a tingle
Within me
Deep hidden
Death and life as they mingle
They bring to soul rest
Reading of the poem:
Melody gardot – Love me like a river does
I am all though none
6 May 2020
My heart beats softly
Everlasting tunes in soul
Pouch of bundled joy
I whirl on the Earth
My mind lost in the blue skies
Sketches of castles
Infinite passion
Within finite appearance
I am all though none
Reading of the poem:
Rumi – The Great Mystery (Sufi Poem) ♫
Clamour quieted
1 May 2020
Sleepy sun
Wakes me in mornings
When I soak
Till my brim
Chances offered to me slim
Of the tanned comebacks
I hear you
In every footstep
That resounds
In the street
I wait for the day we’ll meet
In between moments
I relax
Clamour quieted
Your skin shades
Of everglades
The shadow of you now fades
As we rise to feat
Reading of the poem:
Morning Sun – Melody Gardot
Welcome to my soul
5 April 2020
Sing me songs
In morrows’ valleys
I raise them
As white flags
Like when the souls come in rags
Elders to disguise
They bend low
Humility’s stance
The Royal
In the heart
Communion not counterfeit
Feature to repeat
The blank words
Welcome to my soul
They hurry
In tight pairs
To relinquish the control
When you find me whole
Reading of the poem:
Return To Your Soul (432 Hz) ~ Asha
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)
The Shaman Tales 8 : The connection to GAIA
3 April 2020
The first time she had watched the magic spell mutate was when she had released a spell for rain and more than ten creative people read it. She had then compounded that spell and released it again to be read anew. The resulting spell was for a proliferation of butterflies that she had watched gracefully fill the space in her garden. It was a beautiful sight indeed to watch the tiger backs and other species frolic among the flowers. As a result there had been so many more flowers growing in the garden for the rest of the other springs.
She then thought about GAIA’s program for natural disasters that were supposed to occur on the Earth. It was difficult even when connected to GAIA to explain to her that she did not need to carry out her plan of natural disasters to reduce the number of human beings let alone when not connected to her. She seemed bent on her intent and saw the proliferation of human beings on her surface as a disease that required a remedy. According to GAIA, the remedy was to tackle this disease by reducing it in given areas.
She thought back to how human beings also thought they should preserve balance among wild animals in reserve parks by hunting down the ones that proliferated beyond the sustainable level for equilibrium. Surely she could see how GAIA, with the loss of connection to most human beings, perceived them as a threat to the balance upon her. If only human beings were more connected to GAIA she thought. Surely if human beings changed their parasitic way of behaving towards nature, GAIA could be persuaded to not initiate that series of disasters. It seemed, however, that the first of the series of disasters had already been set in motion…
Lamb – Wise enough
The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells
2 April 2020
At first there came the sound and then another and another making it a word. Then the mind looked into the heart and bound itself to it. Then the heart and mind bound breathed into the word and the spell came into being. It was as easy as that to create a spell. Was it that easy, she thought? Then of course it occurred to her that it was not that easy to bind the mind to the heart. It took years of practice just for the mind to be able to look properly into the heart, let alone bind itself to it. The magic was strongest though when the heart and mind were effortlessly bound together and remained that way.
Once the spell released into the outer world, it was important that this was picked up by strong consciousness points. These were essentially creative people because their hearts and minds were bound together and stayed so effortlessly. In the process of disseminating the effect of the spell, one creative person counted as a million individuals who were neither creative nor having looked into their hearts with their minds and bound them together. She knew anyway that it was rare for a person to have bound their heart and mind and not become a creative person as a result of that exercise so in general the target was creative people.
For the magic to work without her intervention, it was sufficient to have at least 10 creative people read or hear the spell. If they read and heard it, it was even more efficient. The more creative people who were involved in the reading or hearing of the spell, the better it worked. For some reason, the spell attained its peak when a million creative people read and heard it and from that point on, the magic mutated and did not have the same effect anymore. It was not that it worsened. It just became different and she always marveled to see what different effects could be obtained when the magic spell mutated.
Dead Can Dance – Kiko
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