You are my bright star
11 June 2020
The descent
In love’s psalmody
Binding heart
Rule of thumb
Thoughts about when we were numb
Hearts bitter and tight
Reckoning
Of imprint of soul
Unknown call
Of the tribe
The flutters of heart describe
Effect of the fall
Wave of dreams
You are my bright star
Suspended
In the skies
You are reason my heart flies
To polar extremes
Reading of the poem:
Miles Davis – Smoke gets in your eyes
Catch me when I fall
25 May 2020
The ducks are flying
Their sturdy wings an emblem
Of solidity
Wisps of airborne white
Traces of a tree shedding
All springtime’s whispers
Bosoms opening
Memories of summer hay
Open green meadows
Waterhen gliding
The reed caressed by the winds
Heartbeats in the chest
Willow tree rising
The bees humming in the sky
Afternoons of May
Summertime blue thoughts
Sprouts springing in rising mind
Catch me when I fall
Reading of the poem:
Evgeni’s Waltz – Abel Korzeniowski
The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4
7 May 2020
The Marid seemed to sense her presence shortly after she had sunk into the ground and turned to scrutinize her. They did not seem hostile but neither did they seem friendly nor happy that she was there among them. Some of them were whispering to each other and pointing towards her. Others were looking back and forth at her and at her half-father. They seemed to be making some connection. Her half-father rose from his throne laying the scepter aside and made his way through the half circle to where she was.
In a flash she felt herself lifted and the Marid had transported her back into her flat. She had not even felt the resistance of the ground nor did it even seem that time had gone by when she had been lifted into the outside. At the same time the part of her that was high in the skies reintegrated her as if she were a bubble. It made her think of soap bubbles sticking to each other and then forming another larger bubble. Without a further word, the Marid left her and returned to his meeting.
Goëtia
Rendering delight
April 29, 2020
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
Of changing seasons
28 April 2020
I cling on
Like a wild creature
To the ghosts
Of future
Passing lines of your features
Relayed in outposts
Hopes in air
Redesigned by wand
The despair
Searing through
My looking glass as I scan
The road unraveled
Walk in pace
With me as I face
The swirling
Fail never
To whisper soft the reasons
Of changing seasons
Reading of the poem:
Porteghale Man – Marjan Farsad / مرجان فرساد – پرتقال من
Marjan Farsad – Setareh Soheil / مرجان فرساد – ستاره سهیل
Khooneye Ma – Marjan Farsad خونه ی ما – مرجان فرساد
Dance with me
27 April 2020
Dance with me
Let the moon sway us
Persuade
Our footsteps
To overlook the darkness
On journey of light
Dance with me
Within me stored steps
Rival waltz
Of roses
I know how to strike poses
No foot opposes
Dance with me
Lift the darkened clouds
Bring colour
To the grey
Into your arms I will stray
Our embrace to sway
Reading of the poem:
Afsaneh – Marjan Farsad / مرجان فرساد – افسانه
Plains of the free lie
26 April 2020
Do you hear
The ocean shaken
It stirs blood
Through the flood
By the waves I awaken
On grounds mistaken
Emptiness
Of the chest that heaves
Fallen tree
Crestfallen
Gathering the flailing leaves
The mind soul deceives
Look yonder
Plains of the free lie
They rumble
With the cries
The millions’ uneven sigh
Their dreams fly in sky
Reading of the poem:
Emel Mathlouthi – Naci en Palestina آمال مثلوثي
In the heart that moved
31 March 2020
Delude me
Canticles of lore
We will pray
Never more
To fears etched within the skies
Downtrodden in lies
Elude me
The chest in bosom
I will wake
Griffin’s spark
Fumbling fingers through the dark
Reach the love’s lighthouse
Preclude me
Once upon a rhyme
I witnessed
Miracles
Thawing frozen icicles
In the heart that moved
Reading of the poem:
Flora Cash – You’re Somebody Else – Lyrics
The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift
25 March 2020
She had always known she was a white witch, but it was only recently that she had found out that she was also a shaman. The knowledge had come to her after a particularly striking episode when she had been dancing to trance music and had experienced a shamanic journey into another world. She never consumed drugs so knew that there had to be truth to that journey. It was a world where spirits walked in fumes with nothing separating them from other human beings. She had looked around her in the night club and nobody else seemed to be noticing the spirits yet all of them were dancing to the same music she was dancing to.
She looked around her fascinated. The stroboscopic lights cast around filled the fumes of the spirits with various lights making them look like rainbows disintegrating on the dance floor. She wondered what the spirits were doing in the night club. Were they not meant to be somewhere more peaceful, she thought? One spirit seemed to realize that she was looking right at it and not through it and came up close to her. She was not sure she felt comfortable enough this close to it and raised a hand. It went right through the spirit who laughed. It was not a wicked laugh, just a friendly amused one. She laughed back. They were not as terrible as many made them to be. They only wanted to be part of this world just like us, she thought.
That was all before she discovered the extent of the Shamanic gift. How it could allow her to summon either the raven’s rains or the fires of the phoenix. That was before she discovered that the combination of the witch capacities and the shamanic gift could help mold consciousness itself
Cyberion – Strange Signals
Peach in him
5 December 2019
Wasted time
A circus that wound
Colours blind
To the Grey
A path leads under waters
Thundering in skies
Hark to tell
What ears comprehend
Through the well
Of light streams
Stories uninterrupted
In the mind that flies
The lips spell
Tonalities fused
Peach in him
Orange hue
Cobblers mend uneven shoe
One a pair of none
Memories – Maroon 5
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