I stand tall through time

I stand tall through time
18 November 2025
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Come hither
See my eyes stay wide
By new laws
I abide
Escaping the wolf pack’ jaws
I retrieve feathers

Earth stands still
as I remove traps
The children
grow in laps
of mothers of tomorrow
from peace they instil

Hearts turn whole
from the healing touch
all dangers
lose their clutch
As I weave the coded rhyme
I stand tall through time

Reading of the poem:
Ain’t No Storm Wild Enough to Break Me - Bertha Mae Lightning (1952 Lost Blues Tape | Female Blues)

Je suis dans ailleurs / I am elsewhere

Je suis dans ailleurs (see translation into English below the first youtube video)
16 novembre 2025
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Mon cœur bat
et la Terre s’envole
équipée
farandoles
mes yeux s’enfoncent de nuitées
à compter tes pas

Demain luit
dans les profondeurs
de la nuit
Tout finit
dans nos indicibles lueurs
au jeu de l’oubli

Rêve posthume
m’habille de senteurs
comme la brume
qui enfume
ma poitrine d’un doux malheur
Je suis dans ailleurs

Lecture du poème:
Élise de Lune - Là-bas


I am elsewhere
November 16, 2025
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My heart beats
and the Earth takes flight
equipped
in farandoles
my eyes sink from nights
counting your steps

Tomorrow shines
in the depths
of the night
Everything ends
in our indefinable glimmers
in the game of oblivion

Posthumous dream
clothes me in scents
like the mist
that fills
my chest with a sweet sorrow
I am elsewhere

Reading of the poem:
Sia - I am Healing (2025 Ai Music Video)

Opening the door

Opening the door
16 November 2025
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Hordes charging
into very depths
of our minds
Soul reminds
of the stories within hearts
Love is of the arts

We breathe low
our throats cross to bear
liquid glow
of the birth
Tendrils locking inside Earth
for body to share

Veins straining
against the poison
Heart knowing
we listen
The fetid mouths breathe reasons
in between treasons

I wake see
body upon floor
Limbs tender
surrender
to gusts of life inside me
opening the door

Back to three
Unknown trilogy
we cycle
against odds
fighting against cattle prods
will to recycle

We rise fast
outgrowing the past
our seeds new
chosen few
we will fight until the last
against the fake hue

Reading of the poem:
Veil of Silence — Ember’s Whisper Reignited

A journey inwards

A journey inwards
13 April 2025
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When you are into healing (whether the planet, people, yourself or other sentient beings), there comes a time in your life when the concept of having a great time out with friends bears not much of a sense to you anymore. It is not that you don’t like your friends anymore or don’t want to be with them, it is just that the concept of “hanging out” as perceived by your friends bears no kinship with the meaning of having a good time as you envision it.


This is not something that I have always been experiencing as there was a time when I would not mind “hanging out” with friends (both male and female) and being silly and having fun. I still don’t mind having fun but the awkwardness that has crept into this having fun where people find it necessary to plaster their facebook, Instagram, tiktok or other more physical walls with stills or videos of them screaming, gesticulating or performing other wild actions and voice streams just does not appeal to me anymore – if it ever had really appealed to me. I also tire of some whose narcissistic display goes beyond conveying just a photo of them feeling happy but includes several videos of face and increasingly naked body shots of themselves with different kinds of music. Result is unfollow, unfollow, unfollow…


Beyond that slight growing distaste of the splashing of these sometimes crude moments (I have seen some displaying the main character throw up repeatedly to the chorus of her friends laughing) for others to see as if they would not be satisfactory in and of themselves but would only take on meaning if others were to look at them and enjoy them, endorsing this enjoyment by a like applied to this display, I realised that I was growing tired of this whole type of exterior itself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind people sharing nice moments when they are happy or landscapes of where they have been and I too take photos that I post on Instagram or facebook but they don’t go beyond conveying this positive message. The almost fake screaming and going wild to compete with other streams where people seem wild has just become too much of drama to bear, especially when I compared it to the seemingly endless suffering of other human beings in distress whether because of war, hunger, both or other reasons.


I started slowly realising that I not only don’t enjoy these crude or sad messages anymore but I simply feel the need to withdraw from these manifestations of an overwhelming desire to appear to have fun – for the sake of the camera – and forget the fun itself. Unfollow.. unfollow… The resulting stream on facebook and Instagram is mainly of my extended family, some good friends and some meaningful videos put together by organisations that want to convey a message.


Nowadays, I mostly enjoy actual artsy moments with people singing, dancing or drawing/painting and most of all, I enjoy watching children having fun on and off camera. The view of nature (whether landscapes, birds or animals) also appeals to me far more than the forced enjoyment of human beings. I find that in my life as well, I interact more and more with children and nature and my only interactions with older human beings are for my daily work, the times when I go to the gym and of course when I walk outside or heal people.


My healing of people would have become all-encompassing if I did not have a daily job. I feel compelled to do it and am so much happier when I can dedicate my time to healing others, myself and Mother Earth. It is sometimes so strong that when I merely think of healing somebody else and have not yet started the healing, that person would send me a message saying they feel so much better. I wonder whether it is the placebo effect or the fact that with the strong intention being outside of time, the effect was already manifesting itself before I had begun (a quantum level of healing).


Plunging into this healing world and my inner thoughts, meditation and awareness has made me distance myself more and more from the outer world. It is as if that world were disappearing into a great void, a black hole yet at the same time it burns as bright as an enormous flame. I sometimes wonder whether I would open my eyes and see that there was nothing around anymore, just emptiness and a new world rebuilding, much better than it was. Then I open my eyes and see more killing, more pain, more fear and again gear myself towards healing, inward, outward, all-encompassing. I heal and I keep my faith in human beings because before some wound or a cumulative array of wounds forced them into a warped sense of adulthood that lost the inner child, they were children too.


Release The Blues - Maria Chambers Productions

Wet eyes follow stars

Wet eyes follow stars
14 December 2021

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Into creation
hurtling on through the cosmos
indigo orb swirls

Sphere twirling upwards
A sapphire world speeds on
into turquoise wells

The planet moves slow
blue waters flow silently
wet eyes follow stars

Reading of the poem:
Illenium - Fractures (feat. Nevve)

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku prompt challenge using the words “Blue”, “World” and their synonyms. For more information on rules and for reading other poets’ contributions please follow this link here    

Wet grass tickled feet

Wet grass tickled feet

30 October 2020

 
  
 Children of morrows;
 their cries ringing everywhere
 soaking Earth purple
  
 Foggy landscapes met
 teary eye saturated
 with pains of fledglings
  
 Stormy weather formed
 flower of life in my chest 
 that drenched my heart red
  
 Pouring rain renewed
 hope in another Earth’s rise
 The bud of my thoughts
  
 Petals bloomed in mind
 blossoms of tomorrow’s world
 that dewy drops spelt
  
 Misty skies breathed soft
 whispers of promises kept
 Wet grass tickled feet 

 

 

Reading of my poem:

Whirling Dervish – Mevlevi Sema Ceremony

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Wet”, “Bloom” and their synonyms. For rules and other poetic contributions, follow the link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/26/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-329-bloom-wet/

The dust had settled

The dust had settled

20 October 2020

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Landscapes gyrating

Moon a backdrop of ashes

the Earth spun onwards


The soot filled the sky

fragments disintegrating

the ground split in flakes


Dirt strewn everywhere

the flowers lost to the weed

battles in gardens


Tea estates littered

cinders from the teeming pit

Magmatic plates moved


Soil’s upheaval

The hills turned into mountains;

valleys disappeared


Churning sand of time

Gradual recovery

the dust had settled


Reading of the poem:

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Dust”, “Weed” and their synonyms. Rules and other contributions available here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/19/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-328-dust-weed/

Massive Attack – The Spoils ft. Hope Sandoval

Alternate Realities – Chapter Nine : Housing the Mother

Alternate Realities – Chapter Nine : Housing the Mother

27 September 2020

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It had been a while since the incident of the bushfire and surely enough as Horus had told her, it was eventually subdued by the rain although not without some serious consequences. She thought to herself that they should train the dragons more but perhaps in less arid lands with trees that were less prone to catch and spread wildfire. Horus had been visiting her often and she also realized that she was undergoing a lot of changes. Outwards, she seemed unchanged and serene but inside of her a lot was happening. She had already undergone the third segmentation of her mind and knew from Horus that she was fully ready to house the Mother.

 

He had inspired her during dreamtime a series of dances that were meant to draw the shakti power more deeply into her. When he had first come to her during dreamtime she had asked him why he could not just explain it to her with words so that she could follow them but he told her that the shakti dances were based on vibration and the flow of poses that involved a certain configuration of the body and the hands in symbolic gestures that were meant to harness the cosmic power. These could not be taught in words but had to be experienced visually and there was nothing better than dreamtime communication for that.

 

On the last of the dreamtime episodes, the Mother showed her the shakti dances to follow in full thereby communicating on a vibrational level the full extent of the dances’ power. She had understood from her interactions in dreamtime with Horus that the dances were not to be followed step by step in full but had to flow according to the configuration of her own bodily manifestation as her DNA had to be aligned with the cosmic power in its own special way. She therefore needed to understand the vibrational undertone but adapt this to the coding of her DNA in a way that allowed the realignment to flow so that she could house the Mother without damaging herself. She knew implicitly that this would happen automatically when she interpreted the shakti dances.

 

Several weeks of dancing had gone by and at each dance she could feel herself get more of the consciousness of the Mother stream within her. At the end of the sixth week of dancing, she felt fully the Mother within her. She had not been sure what to expect when the Mother would be fully within her but perhaps she had expected something dramatic and magical to happen. Instead, all she could feel was a mixture of sadness and peace. It was a bit bewildering that she was not able to just change everything with a magic wand. Horus told her that the Mother did not want to break the laws of this world and what she mainly wanted to do was dilute the effect of patriarchy. She was slightly unsettled that it would not be quick but he reassured her that the Mother had already been flowing partly through her and that is why every environment she had been in had evolved into one with less dominance of patriarchy and with better conditions for women in general.

 

Horus told her that it would be a task that could take several years depending upon how open Humanity was to embrace that change but that it would unfold as Mother had already seen it happen. She knew from her own personal experience that indeed there were several occurrences where the balance of power had changed with women being less suppressed even in very male dominated societies where she had lived. She breathed in deeply and vowed to carry on the task Mother wanted to realise through her. When balance was achieved, Mother could once again walk the Earth freely without the undeserving labels bestowed upon her by patriarchy. She had been depicted as Lilith or the whore of Babylon in her earlier manifestations as patriarchy had twisted history to make her seem like a demon to fear rather than a bringer of light and wisdom. History was indeed always rewritten by the victors but soon that was about to change…

 

Vitas – Lucia Di Lammermoor

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1YEGCbFglE

A thousand answers

A thousand answers

25 September 2020

 

The question mattered

unanswered it dug away

into my mind’s eye

 

Port to port I roamed

a deeply drunken sailor

veiled knowledge my quest

 

The ship sailed onwards

a ghostly trace of itself

against moonlit skies

 

Cells resonated

reverberating thunder

Lightning struck in soul

 

New realms unfolding

in the space within my heart

rose up to the helm

 

A thousand answers

spilled into my yearning mind

tracing shining lines

 

Reading of the poem:

Hammock – Circular As Our Way (Silencia)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgJIMBz6La8

All rage now vanquished

All rage now vanquished

23 September 2020

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Seething energy

the fury of elements

breaks into a storm

 

Heavy lightning strikes

Nature no longer passive

shares its violence

 

All furor unleashed

in sync with nature’s madness

heavens turn ink black

 

Churned into frenzy

seascapes heave with creeping waves

overcoming land

 

Waters once stagnant

restore passion of their roots

Marshes spill over

 

Ferocity speaks

intensity at its peak

in quaking mountains

 

The heart follows storms

A pyre for minds alights

magmatic, alive

 

Wistful rain falls fast

upon the brooding landscapes

reluctant soothing

 

Gradual easing

Slow trickle of honey flows

into my bosom

 

The quiet restored

Ire a ghost of the past

All rage now vanquished

 

Reading of the poem:

Michael Kiwanuka – Love and Hate

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Challenge using the words “Slow” and “Fury” or their synonyms. Rules and other poems can be found here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-324-furyslow/