Showering raindrops

Showering raindrops

10 May 2020

Courtesy twenty20.com

 

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5I_CM1Z3M

The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation

The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation

8 May 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

The spell seemed to have worked. It was sent out in the collective consciousness as she knew it needed to be sent out in the open. It was more effective with being read and she knew that she had to inspire herself three years ago from then. She had slid into the timeloop during her altered state of consciousness and inspired herself back in 2017. She had then watched as she created the poem that would provoke the onslaught of what was happening just now. She knew it had to be done. The flu had to be released into the world because the end effect was the mutation that needed to happen. This was the only way that they could resist what GAIA had in store for them. Their lungs needed to mutate into one lung, breathing in a completely different way than how it had breathed up to now.

 

As with every time she projected herself into the past with the altered consciousness, everything went haywire for her in the present. Devoid of her consciousness, the brain alone was not able to function normally and was clouded by the overwhelming synapse points where the memories were being mixed into the present state of being. The past, the present and the future seemed to all merge into one apocalyptic moment and she could see the waters engulf the land as well as see the ice age that was to follow the overheating of the planet. All those thoughts raced into her head like realities that presented themselves to her. She could see all of it happening as if it were happening in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, her consciousness was inspiring her in the past to create the worded intention and put out the magic spell into the collective consciousness.

 

Her consciousness saw the words and at the same time saw them manifesting. It was a flu alright, but it was a flu that needed to fundamentally change the human body. Like every time there was a significant shift in the Earth requiring a shift in consciousness and in the bodies, it was always done through a flu or some other pandemic. Her consciousness was then satisfied by what was released and came back to her in the present, right in the nick of time before her mind would go into overdrive with all the stimuli and shut itself out forever. The flu was not as deadly as the Spanish flu before it but they seemed to be afraid of it even more. They called it covid-19 and treated it like it was an enemy. Little did they know that they had to go through the process of catching it in order to mutate. If they did not mutate, they would not be able to survive the shift that GAIA was preparing for them. It had had to be done despite the thousands of deaths. They must all catch the flu to avoid humanity becoming extinct on the planet once GAIA’s program had come into place…

 

Dead Can Dance “Yulunga” 2005

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZpXPwmbQvc

I am all though none

I am all though none

6 May 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

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) ♫

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bsel8hEp4HM

Finally I set me free

Finally I set me free

2 May 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

There was a time

Everything was possible

The sun shone on our naked bodies

Entwined in slumber

We gambled away our nights

The way to our soul never lost

I lived on the edge of your cliff

Hanging on to your every written word

The days gone in a drunken haze of you

All that you mouthed or voiced

My every prayer and belief

Then the night shifted into your eyes

Startling the deceit within

Out into the open space between us

I learnt to decipher the lies

Hanging like black cobwebs between us

I wove my way back to the surface

Escaping a deep black sea

That engulfed your traces

Finally I set me free

 

Reading of my poem:

Burying My Troubles – Melody Gardot

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUTPXgTZT6c

Rendering delight

Rendering delight

April 29, 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Translation

Of movement in you

Lost in space

I retrace

Your body’s forgotten hue

The ink and the blue

 

When sun sets

I remember you

The sweet touch

Of your face

From a spent reality

In an unseen place

 

In eclipse

I reinvent you

Through the sight

In the night

When your features blurred in light

Rendering delight

 

Reading of the poem:

I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9l44_n60QQ8

Life’s everlasting flower

Life’s everlasting flower

23 April 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Inside me

The memories spill

They spell slow

Overkill

Of words gathered in neat stacks

Unfolding in racks

 

The soothing

Blindness that covers

What I read

Once in time

Now concealed the very rhyme

Of breath that hovers

 

Outside me

Circles concentric

They twine low

Into skill

Life’s everlasting flower

Intricate power

 

Reading of the poem:

Alone with the Alone (verses by Ibn’ Arabi)  – Henry Corbin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEroIpr2Yes

Fire beneath embers

Fire beneath embers

1 April 2020

Courtesy behance.net

 

He shows me

The means to an end

Leitmotiv

To renew

Yet my bosom is now spent

From pains underwent

 

I hold him

In memories’ space

Brittle lace

Where his face

Redesigns the melodies

That put heart at ease

 

We travel

Through the light that shines

Within heart

Throughout mind

We will revel when we find

Fire beneath embers

 

Reading of the poem:

Max Richter – She remembers

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

Third path shone

Third path shone

26 March 2020

Courtesy pixabay

 

Do you hear

The idle gossip?

Yesterday

Twined with lies

Waters that well in bosom

Reach out to my eyes

 

Two roads lay

Stretching unity

I lie low

Neither side

Beckoning tombstones prevail

I watch dead and wail

 

Third path shone

Middle traced by mind

I rewind

Path so kind

Gathered from my memories

For the h(u)/(ea)rt to (ceas)/(seiz)e

 

Reading of the poem:

Scorpions – Follow Your Heart (Official Lyric Video)

Scorpions – Send me an angel [Music Video]

Scorpions – Still Loving You [Lyrics + Traduction Française]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3Kzu2dejPM

Rustling reeds

Rustling reeds

26 February 2020

Courtesy Ilona Veresk on Deviantart.com

 

Twirling knots

Renewing my hair

In between

Here and there

Pieces and strands flying high

Shadows in the sky

 

Lustre lost

My skin flakes so pale

Gathered soft

On my knees

Yesterday a place to tease

Dying memories

 

Rustling reeds

Escaping fingers

Paper boats

Lining up

Dropping tea stains from my cup

I hear the silence

 

Reading of the poem:

Ólafur Arnalds – Not Alone

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

Remembrance

Remembrance

13 February 2020

Courtesy George Redhawk

 

Remember

The slates wiped away

Room empty

No issue

Just water for some tissues

Spread out on my frock

 

I crane neck

Following through the insight

Dreary eyes

Unseen wounds

Figures with their knots set loose

Exchanging content

 

Play no more

Said voice in bosom

Remembrance

Reckoning

All will collect in dismay

The moments of loss

 

Reading of the poem:

Meu Fado – Mariza

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP2xmmqgIqQ