The Spirit Lovers: Chapter Two – Old mama Nina and the Remnants of the Essence

The Spirit Lovers

Chapter Two: Old mama Nina and the Remnants of the Essence

30 September 2015

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The gasp and clatter of the tray on the floor yank us out of the blissful and languid torpor that had overcome us with the energy surge from them as they too break loose, their breath short from the fusion.

An old lady is staring at us from next to a statue of what appears to be a very handsome man holding a tray and when I say us, I mean you and me. She is not looking through us as with the other beings but fully at us, seeming to even recognize us. Immediately after that moment of confusion caused from our fusion with the bodily frames my essence recollects her. She did not see us before though I think as you exchange with me the same thought through our essence. Nina! How wrinkled she looks now within her bodily frame although we both see the beauty of her essence, the small particle of our own essence which has remained with her.

“Something is missing” you say

“Harold” I whisper within your essence but she seems to pick up the exchange.

Yes, says Nina in a slow croaking voice. Harold is fully gone now but he was already gone when he was alive. He never believed in the bond you and I discussed, she says turning towards me.

“I’m so sorry Nina” I say within her mind and her essence.

It is alright, says Nina but we both feel through her remnant of essence which has already started fusing with us the deep pain that she is attempting to withhold from us. Her essence makes her understand that there is no point in pretending and she nods slowly. I know, she says, all the false pretenses are of no use any longer. I forget who you are sometimes.

You frown as you realise that they are staring at the old lady and wondering why she is talking to something in mid-air just next to the two of them. Both of them are staring, especially the man, with his mouth open at the lady who seems to be listening hard to something before she breaks into a smile as she moves towards them.

The man instinctively places himself in front of the woman shielding her with his body from what he seems to expect would be an attack from the demented old lady. The old lady merely pushes past him softly but firmly with her arms outstretched and gathers the young woman, totally exempt from resistance into her arms.

You must be Rita, says Nina softly cupping the woman’s face in her palms.

The young woman nods silently. She does not seem afraid nor even intimidated but seems to know this mad woman he thinks. He too feels a strange kinship with her although he is still aloof and on the lookout to make sure that no harm is done to his beloved Rita. He has just found her now in real life rather than in dreams and has every intention of keeping her in his reality rather than only dreaming of her like he did before.

You look so sweet, says Nina softly and your twinflame here seems to be a fine young man, very protective and all, so much like my Harold she cackles, the wrinkles on her face creasing to a point that not a feature is even distinguishable in it anymore.

His name is Martin, says Rita, Marty for friends. I know you from before, she continues, going all around the old woman as if trying to figure her out by the study of her small shrunken body.

The old woman, Nina, allows Rita to examine her before asking her mocking her affectionately, happy with what you see my darling. Am I good enough for the kinship?

Yes, I know you from before, repeats Rita stopping suddenly in front of Nina and clutching her shoulders. She stares right into her eyes and Martin who is right behind Rita, holding her by the shoulders feels more than he hears Nina’s response. The wave of energy going through them is brief but intense.

Yes, we all know each other from before, Nina says quietly and Rita, overcome by the energy surge which she had only yet experienced in her dreams or with Martin – albeit in a very different and sensualised manner – lets go of Nina’s shoulders as if they were red hot coals.

Martin increases his pressure on her shoulders as she sinks against him. The feeling of knowing him forever increases as she feels his warmth. They are both shaken but realise that something incredible is starting to unfold before them, something that they both knew would be happening when they had chosen the trip to this manor from the excursion list. House of Love it had said and, without knowing it, they had both chosen at the same time the same trip at the same tourism agency in different branches in completely different countries, say even continents. She had been in Asia while he had been in what had come to be known as the Greater Europe.

Rita slowly turns towards the place where there seemed to be something that Nina had been addressing. All her life she had felt that presence at times even seeing it fleetingly from the corner of her eyes before it had disappeared. Every time she had dreamt and experienced that energy surge or in her subsequent experience of it during the waking hours, it had always felt like the same presence, like some entity that had accompanied her all her life, from even before she had been born she felt. Beyond Time, beyond Matter, she reminisced.

I catch her gaze almost figuring me out, almost seeing me before she doubts her vision and it is clouded again. He too is straining his eyes but they both don’t see us although Nina clearly does. I know that it is a matter of the doubt that is clouding their partial essence and realise that we should have left with them more of our own essence so that they see clearer but we are not allowed to do that. They should be expanding their own essence so that they can then see and understand.

I turn back to Nina who seems lost in her thoughts as she gazes at them her eyes going from him to her, so close, so in love like she and Harold had been. She longs for his touch and his warmth and hugs her shoulders with her bony hands.

“When did Harold leave” I ask and instantly know it. I remember the time when our essence seemed to shimmer and amplify slightly and I had not noticed it much before thinking of it today. It must have been Harold joining us.

“Poor prosaic little Harold” you continue in my essence so that Nina won’t hear but she does and she looks at us pained. I feel the tremor from what subsists of Harold in us. I cast a warning gaze sideways towards you asking you to be more gentle, especially now that she can not only see us but also hear us beyond the ears as a part of her essence has already started fusing with us.

He might have been a slight chip for both of you but for me he was everything, he was my world, she says tears rolling down her face, her previous mirth forgotten.

“Forgive Kalen” I say frowning at you. “He has kept the teasing ways of some of the bodily forms we have passed through. Unfortunately at some points in Rita’s and Martin’s lives we have had to mingle with bodily forms that were not made for us but it was important to do it to preserve both of them while they were still too young to defend themselves.

It is alright, says Nina in a muffled sob. It was such a long time ago and you never returned after that day when you had introduced us so I am happy to see you all the same.

“We should have stayed” I say softly as I go up to her and wipe her tears away with the heat of my gaze.

She feels the energy surge and looks at me gratefully. It is alright, believe me, she says again more peacefully as my energy pervades her with its peaceful warmth. I feel the part of her essence in us flutter and thank our essence gracefully.

You did not know that he would doubt again, you could not have known he would run away, she says. I never thought that he would. We were so much in love. He was everything to me and I was everything to him, I know that. If there was one thing that I could be certain of, it was his love for me.

“I know Nina” you say softly. You are moved too as I am. We tend to forget that despite their bodily frames which lack so much of our flexibility and their limited senses they too are capable of such passionate love and incredible energy generation.

Oh it was not without difficulties, Nina says in an almost matter-of-fact fashion. We often argued, though we constantly sought the betterment of the other, it was not without hurdles. I always knew that we would help each other grow, I thought too that we would grow old together but alas life decided otherwise.

“When did he leave you before fully leaving” I ask though realizing from the stirring of both their partial essences within us that this has been a difficult experience for the bodily frames.

He left around a year after you left, says Nina, and left fully shortly after that.

“How did it happen” I say although I am already seeing through their essences how it happened. I realise that Nina needs to express it out aloud, get it off her chest with her own kind, tell them the real full story that she has never been able to tell anyone else because of the intricate details involving our existence.

Everything comes pouring out of her mouth: the months after the initial courtship with Harold after we had introduced them and how he kept doubting their existence, thinking that he must have been drunk or under the influence of some drug, how he kept arguing with Nina. Then the final fight with her when the energy surge between them had been very intense and she seemed to have floated out of her body temporarily. He had been surprised then paralysed with fear and left shortly after that night.

“He had never fully understood what you and I communicated to them about the essence and how it split before parts of it sank into Earth and was mingled into bodily frames it seems” I voice as you nod. “We should be more careful in communicating next time” I tell you and you agree.

“They are too precious these partial essences of us in bodily frames that we retrace” you say

“Yes, especially those who have begun remembering where they belong and who find their twinflame and are ready to spread the love and work of balance” I say

Yes, breaks in Nina. He was surely my twinflame but he kept trying to run away from it. He would shake his head saying that this must all be some LSD induced fantasy of his own mind. That night he had been so afraid of me, she carries on, and never came back. When he came back, several months later, it was only to find out that I was in the hospital ward, having lost our baby after the accident. He thought it was because of him and that I would never forgive him so he left and that same day he took his own life.

I understood now why Harold’s partial essence had seemed even smaller when he joined us. Some of it must have gone back to rebirth system within the moon. The part which had spurred him to take his own life as he thought his twinflame would never accept him again probably needed to be recycled and the rest had joined us in bliss.

I did not know, says Nina that my friends made him feel responsible for the accident. They told him that I had taken up drugs and drinking after he left because of the sadness of his departure but I had only tried to understand what he had been through. I wanted to know whether this could really obscure the channel and make us forget the bond but it did not. It just made it hazy and confused but I always remembered and understood what you taught me Kayla, she said turning towards me. I never was hooked on the drugs anyway as your essence left with me was too strong. She turns towards you and adds, you could have given him some of your own Kalen, he would have been so much stronger.

“It would not have really helped” you say softly. “Believe me I would have loved to help him but he needed to stop taking the drugs before. I did not want to tell him about the bond as I thought you would never accept him with his track record of drug abuse but you were so much in love instantly and Kayla was so convinced that your love would save him that I accepted her idea to introduce you to each other formally and give you the knowledge. We are more careful now” you add. “We test the bodily frames first within the dream world and if they react positively and want to reach out to the twinflame then we make the experience more lucid each time until they finally meet and are ready to start their life and work together”.

That is where Martin and Rita come in, says Nina, turning towards them again.

They both look at her and stare back again at the empty space which Nina seems to be talking to. I increase the connection and Rita gasps as she sees the outline I project again of my essence.

Martin, she gasps. Look, look at her, she is so beautiful. I can see her.

Martin looks but sees nothing so you increase your connection and as the quadruple channel opens up they see us both, vaguely outlined like some shimmering ghosts.

How beautiful you are, they both shout aloud.

Nina merely smiles at all of us. I am so tired, she says suddenly. Take me with you this time. I want to be with Harold again.

“What about the manor?” I say.

Oh, the House of Love has found its new owners I think, Nina says with a grin, her face taking on again that charming youthful appearance that she had so many human years ago and that had made us feel such energy surges for her.

We both look at her and are happy with her decision. We make her understand through the essence that it will be done the next day when she has arranged everything.

Stay tonight in the bedroom upstairs, Nina says turning towards Martin and Rita who are standing there still bewildered from the otherworldly exchanges that have been going on.

Yes, we will, says Rita. I always loved the idea of sleeping in the House of Love together with my greatest love.

Martin draws her closer still and smiles back at her sheepishly, his doubts gone again, his desire of her surging again, drawing all our essences closer towards them as both their essences start fusing again.

“We have a lot to do before tomorrow” I tell Nina through her essence

There are still things to do children, she says loudly, her assurance and dignified demeanour immediately making them halt and act like children reproached by their mother. They both hold hands and look coyly at each other and at their feet, eager to get close to each other again but desirous of not upsetting this sweet yet somewhat alarmingly firm and tough old lady.

They follow her obediently as she bustles out of the room and arranges for everything with a rapidity that any even very young and successful attorney would marvel at. By the next morning the manor known as “House of Love” is transferred to the names of Martin and Rita with the express request that they will always keep it intact, run it together and use only part of it for themselves while the other part remains dedicated to the showcasing of the love story between the writer Nina and her lover the rockstar Harold. Upon their feeble protests that perhaps other members of her family would want to have this beautiful Home she brushes them away merely stating that she has no children of her own and that both of them represent family to her in a way that her real-life family would never be and that one day they would understand what that meant.

The next evening, Martin, Rita and Nina, all dressed in their best clothes as requested by Nina undertake the formal ceremony she has instructed them to carry out for her while she lies on the sofa in front of them, kneeling. Martin and Rita are not sure what to expect as they slowly angle towards each other but their partial essences recognize the solemn celebration and take over. Slowly Martin and Rita kiss each other on the lips, the eyes, the nose, the cheeks, all in rotating motion, their minds devoid of the previous sensuous pleasure of their embrace. They start feeling the humming as the energy surges but not the same kind of sensual energy that they experienced before. Instead it is a warm and peaceful energy. As it increases, their bodies start to shake and they see each other’s forms blurring while the room seems to be vibrating around them, expanding and contracting with the expansion and contraction within their hearts.

I see them all, Rita shrieks with delight tears of joy streaming down her face as she looks from Nina to Kalen to Kayla and to the very slowly emerging shimmering outline of Harold whom she recognizes as Harold because of the absolute adoration she reads in Nina’s eyes.

Nina’s body lifts spasmodically twitching in the air for a few moments before it falls back on the sofa, visibly devoid of life.

Through the corner of her eyes as her lips are again locked on Martin’s Rita sees Nina’s shimmering outline right next to Harold. She feels the familiar giddiness take over again as slowly the four shimmering bodies start to disappear from her sight and only Martin’s face remains in front of her. He too is shimmering and simmering of love and sensual hunger as the energy surge changes colours filling with the hunger of the senses that are now raw within them as their essences fuse again and their bodily frames lock in ecstasy.

I know you from forever, she says

Yes, he answers. I love you since forever and will always do. I will never run away like Harold. We know now what it is to lose the other part of the essence. We have a greater family, something that will always remain with us, within us and that we shall never lose.

I love you, she says softly.

I know, he says, Beyond Doubt, beyond Hurt, beyond Death from which you brought me back, he adds kissing the corner of her mouth

Beyond Time, beyond Matter, beyond Void itself, she continues running her fingers across the smooth and precise shape of his jawline and over the stub on his chin.

“They will be alright” Nina says softly her essence warped into Harold’s who is shimmering back at her.

I watch them fuse again, while you smile at me and I warp into you so that we may leave the House. The couple on the sofa barely notice the shimmering lights leaving the living room as they continue kissing passionately while we orb out into the skies. I feel their energy surges throughout our journey despite the light years that have started to separate us now while we flow through the tunnel.

“There is hope as long as there is such intense love and as long as people are willing to fight for it” I say and you smile back at me.

“We are together again partly” says Nina.

“So many more other fragments to collect though” says Harold. “I wish I had stayed longer, Nina, and helped you bring together more people with our joint artistic efforts”

“It is alright” she says. “We were only partial, we did not have the knowledge of our elders here who are more complete” she adds pointing towards our essences. “Kalen and Kayla stayed with source and had the knowledge that we did not have. We were only babies as far as the depth of knowledge is concerned”

We all laugh, revelling in the warmth of our togetherness as we continue moving towards the source which awaits us, flowing towards us with the love we carry towards it

“I love you” I say

“I know” you answer “B..”

I silence your essence by fusing into you further. We are at no Time, no Matter. We have reached zero point again in the realms where our essence surges flowing the love back to Source, deepening the connections with that tiny blue dot, light eons away.

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The Spirit Lovers: Chapter One – Love beyond Time, beyond Matter, beyond Creation itself

The Spirit Lovers

Chapter One: Love beyond Time, beyond Matter, beyond Creation itself

29 September 2015

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I write you in the darkness, I write you in the light

I write through the day, I write through the night

I write you when it’s wrong, I write you when it’s right

I write in the wilderness and my wrong writes my right

I write you within the clay, I write you within the sight

I write all doubt long, I write to end your plight

I write you with Love strong, I write for your delight

 

She read the lines almost absent-mindedly, her fingers running along their curving letters engraved in the stone above the doorway that led into the House. Lost in the thoughts this provoked she turned looking at him wondering if she should ask him the questions that crossed her mind but thought the better of it as she had just met him.

He was reading the lines too but feeling her gaze on him, he turned to face her, saw the perplexed look and understood what she was about to ask but thought it better to wait for her to ask it. He did not want to brusque her for they had just met although he had known her from so long before, he could not even remember when it was he had first met her. It all was so confused like in some dream that he himself would not have dreamt but just heard of. It was all cloaked in the thick mystery that lies between dreams and reality, between the known and the unknown. He followed her as she turned slowly towards the door again and proceeded to enter the House.

I watch them both as they entered, so self-conscious and careful not to touch or even graze each other’s bodies despite what had been occurring on so many occasions before and that they too felt clearly.

I grin at you as you shake your head warning me not to push them too far. They are still confused from this longing and knowledge they have within them of the body of the other, of the unmistakable essence of the other.

My eyes glaze as I look at you, remembering the heat of our exchanges and the electricity that ran through their bodily frames as they felt us plummet and soar within them, winding and unwinding as our essences clung together feverishly whipping their senses to maximum alert and leaving them panting and bewildered.

“I love you” I say

“I know… Beyond Time, beyond Matter, beyond Void itself” you respond, your eyes all colours of the rainbow playing with the darkness of the night and the glory of the sun that intermittently emit their intensity within those colours.

I warp into you so we may move easily together again into the House following them. Their steps are hesitant but straightforward and aligned. They seem to know where they are going and they both seem to be going in the same direction.

I smile at the thought of that alignment and look at you. “We did well when choosing them” I say and you nod yes smiling back at me “They are the perfect blend of Mind and Heart” you say.

She walks slowly, hoping he will catch up with her and bump into her as she hears his strong stride behind her carrying him forward seemingly faster than her but he and she don’t collide. Little does she know that every time he is about to catch up with her he walks sideways so as not to disturb her, in a curious motion making it seem as though he is circling her in a curious dancing pattern. All of a sudden he gets it as I feel you prod him and he bumps into her immediately apologising as she loses balance and he catches her stopping her fall. She feels his intention and sinks against him as he holds her softly, her back against his chest. I feel your simmering mirth as we both feel the heat shoot up in their bodily frames soaring out to us following behind.

I love you, she says

I know, he says, Beyond Time, beyond Matter, beyond Void itself, he continues.

She looks at him and their eyes are colours of the rainbow playing with the darkness of the night and the glory of the sun that intermittently emit their intensity within those colours.

I feel peace in your presence, he says, his eyes all at once intense and quiet and she does not respond, merely turns around to face him, her eyes equally quiet and intense and she runs her fingers across the smooth and precise shape of his jawline and over the stub on his chin. They seem to be lost in their own world and we feel their ache.

“Do you feel how they have evolved?” you ask. “Do you understand through their love our own? Can you begin to describe what is unfolding here?” you carry on, your voice slightly teasing within my essence

“How can I describe it, this Love? It is impossible to describe what can only be felt in the Soul’s Heart.” I whisper in your essence. “In a body, it would be that glittering moment of overflowing love felt within a heart filled to the brim with that feeling and the sense of the soul finding its own peace in the reflection of the peace facing it within a twin soul.”

“We were bodiless, massless, timeless. Our Love was not born into existence, it just was, like creation just was” you answer.

“We did not birthe from anything or anyone. We just came into being and this Love was so Earthly that Earth itself took of her mass to build our bodily essence.” I whisper back

“It was also so divine that the skies contributed their clouds and searing tears of rain to bond the flesh together and then model these two shining human beings that were experiencing our love through their bodily frames” you answer back, your eyes the colour of rain on a winter day.

She turned her back to him again, feeling the familiar giddiness overcome her again as the ache grows stronger and we too are submerged by the electricity they generate. The faint sparks of the beginning of their recognition have turned into powerful energy surges that make even us helpless in front of the magnitude of their implicit energy exchanges as we are no longer able to contain them but simply drift within them letting them take command of our essences as we enjoy the ride.

The Bedouins speak about a great love, of Kaiss and Laila, a love inscribed in folly with the couple being known as Layla and her madman, she says her voice rising a pitch as she reaches the last word.

His pressure on her shoulder increases as he feels the bubbling confession reaching her lips

But I, she continues turning towards him again, her face flushed and aflame with the excitement of her own findings I revel in the fact that your love removed both sanity and insanity. The mind itself had no existence of its own.

I look at you while you voice softly: “Mind by Heart touched and Heart by Mind enlightened”

“Both Mind and Heart fusing together to form the only thing that both Heart and Mind could understand without truly seeing it: The Essence of Love”, I continue with my essence drawing you closer into us.

Your face came and then went, she says

“With the ebb and flow of time”, you voice

..between reality and dreams’ illusion and I, she carries on

“I, architect of illusion, drew on the strength of our two minds, our two hearts cast as one to”, I voice in her mind and through our essence

sketch your face, leave it etched in Time, permanent, remanent burnt in my retina, the glory of you, the beauty of you, the wonder of you as I feel all these, she continues breathless

“entities that represent you”, you whisper

butterflies fluttering in my Heart, she finishes, her tone now almost pleading.

Ask me he says, his voice hoarse with the longing for her warmth against him.

Do you think we know each other from before? she asks. Do you believe that one could meet someone for the first time and know with certainty that they have always known that person, that they have been together every minute of their entire lives without fully realising it?

Our Love was not born into existence, it just was, like creation just was, he answers. We can only have always been together. I know you from a long time before today, he whispers as he holds her shoulders and draws her back against his chest his nostrils flaring, breathing in her essence, breathing me as his longing deepens. I know you from before Time, he says, his senses gorged with her presence.

Yes…yes, she says turning towards him again, the familiar feeling of giddiness and exhilaration overtaking her senses, from before Time surely, she continues her lips pressed against his, reaching you with her longing.

As their kiss prolongs, I feel our essence drift into them again. We have learnt not to fight it when the energy surge overcomes us and we just bask in the warmth of the flames of it.

“I think I am going to take a back seat now with her” I say as I lie back my essence overcome by the power of her desire

“I am not sure” comes your answer hashed by the cuts in data transmission caused by the energy surges. “They seem to have a tendency to drift into seas of doubt. Perhaps we should continue observing them until they reach us” you say

“And of course the energy surges and electricity they transmit is not the reason you want to leave our usual posting and come out to guide them” I answer teasingly grinning.

“Of course not” you grin back at me. “I am beyond this sensory stuff” you add wickedly “Spirits are not into the realm of senses”.

We both laugh before slowly drifting within the web of energy they create as their lips lock and their bodies melt into each other fusing all of us again to our very core.

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Your touch my soul soothed

Your touch my soul soothed

28 September 2015

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The taste of the salt

I can feel it on my lips

Remnants of the Sea

 

I see now your face

Glorious revelation

Like the love in you

 

Your thoughts in bosom

Connection mind to mind starts

Synapse expansion

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The Beauty of You

Past the living flesh and bones

As in you I melt

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Images you toss

Born from the welding of us

Wordsmith worked so keen

 

Toss us now unto

Delicious soar of Heart’s fires

Kindling flames of Love

 

Lost in this embrace

Deep word to word locked

Your touch my soul soothed

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Swaying to the Times

Swaying to the Times

28 September 2015

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Exhausting Travels

This constant leap in between

Today and morrows

 

The night’s waking hours

Spent counting milliseconds

Time freezing over

 

Forward pull and push

The traction of disclosure

Living Time extreme

 

Knowing, unknowing

Confusion of the senses

Reaching zero-point

 

Gone is brutish task

I yearn for the yesteryears

When it closed the eyes

 

Two to three implodes

Cover me with unseeing

Lest I lose my mind

 

Quaking soul I see

Damned to live the waking lies

Darkness smothers cries

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Moon be gone disgrace

I look upon treacheries

When I loved your face

 

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Winter stark I come

Cloak me in your icy gaze

Unwinding the loves

 

Today has lived long

Burning through tomorrow’s flames

Time in credit spent

 

Encash me this life

Give me from your burden’s hope

Death of your kisses

 

Speed them to the peak

The numbing of my senses

Swaying to the Times

 

Let me come undone

Future kisses spell me rhymes

Not burden of loss

 

Still the time in Heart

Of all months choose the twining

For fish then swam free

 

I hark to the chimes

I see your naked future

My soul walks with yours

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Silence of the Heart

Silence of the Heart

27 September 2015

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The moon shines wholesome

Illusion’s observing deck

Jaded appearance

 

Blood-coloured faces

Staring at the horizon

Recomposing souls

 

Between Truth and Lies

Where the Light meets the Shadow

There is a straight Line

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See connected dots

Let your Heartbeat recompose

The Whole from the Part

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Hear it as it buds

Within the sound of Stillness

Silence of the Heart

 

Walk within the Path

That leads to your very core

Where the joy rises

 

I will be waiting

Arms filled with the memories

That we will create

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Waking within the Heartpath

Waking within the Heartpath

27 September 2015

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You combed soft my hair

Strand by strand separating

The old from the new

 

Some had grown new roots

Some lay on brink of falling

But all you caressed

 

Weary from the day

I put my head on your lap

We breathed in the night

 

The touch of your palm

A cool presence on my brow

Prelude to kisses

 

The Heart to Heart spoke

In recognition of bond

Blessed Eternity

 

From disturbed slumber

Waking within the Heartpath

Experience bliss

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Regaining Unity’s Faith

Regaining Unity’s Faith

26 September 2015

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Lavender blue pearls

Fell from a dark cloudy sky

Where birds still flew free

Blue Heart within me twitching

Seized my soul casting it away

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Luxuriant green

Surged in the landscape around

Heather’s mossy green

She followed me, slight footsteps

Within the shadows of me

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The plains swirled beyond

While the skies danced in mid-air

And the Earth paused not

I looked at her face I loathed

And now found only beauty

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The sun emerged bright

Reintegrating lost space

Within the heavens

Regaining Unity’s Faith

I embraced myself now whole

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A few words on the video:

Please do not view in the chain any symbol of religious faith as I am using it merely as a symbol of the bond between the two selves (outer and inner). I found the video interesting insofar as it communicates the reintegration of the self and therefore the faith in the unity of oneself.

A few words on this poem:

I wrote it after having spoken face-to-face or over the phone with many people who seemed to be going through an identity crisis (or a loathing of themselves, or simply reproaching themselves something in their lives) and even reading about many people who seemed to be experiencing this as far as their blog writings were concerned. I had jotted down a few thoughts but then found a video which totally transformed my Haiku ideas into a series of Tanka which modified totally the imagery.

On a more personal level, this was my mindset several years back but I had never written much about it as I was plunged in the now, in the survival mode, making sure I got through a change in my personal life and dealing with the loss of the custody of my children whose custody I had initially (a twist in the French system wherein they embrace paternal rights more than even the minor children’s right to say no to a change of custody – more poems exist on this matter some of which are under the heading real-life experiences)

I hope that this poem and the accompanying video (if viewed until the end) will provoke some positive thoughts for those experiencing these difficulties.
If you are experiencing hardship and just need some direction or guidance from someone who has had prior experience with this sort of feelings, feel free to write to the email which is indicated in my “about” page. Believe it from someone who has gone through many difficult things in life, truly every hardship can be overcome.

In my dreams I fly

In my dreams I fly

25 September 2015

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The pied piper blew

Into twists of my soul’s veins

Tunes of the blessings

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In mind no rat race

Responded to dark musings

Moving Time backwards

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Apprentice flutist

I blew with Heart’s entrainment

Laughing notes in air

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Golden faeries leapt

Between colours and the Grey

Moving us forward

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The push and the pull

In between neutrinos’ gaps

Subdued shimmering

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In my dreams I fly

Feet on ground soul soaring high

Towards new morrows

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Break through the Heartpath

Break through the Heartpath

25 September 2015

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Remnants of the fears

Distill images of Grey

Fluttering corpses

 

The whole pursued void

Mindless landscapes ticked the clocks

As the now, soft, whirred

 

Gyrating stillness

Where movement met the frozen

That in soul pulsates

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The part pursued Heart

Dissecting pieces of Soul

Isolated play

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Hurtling witnesses

Heartbeats’ irregular stance

Oozing into change

 

And the edges cracked

Shattered pieces, dangers’ shards

Love gushing open

 

Pick up the pieces

Enter tomorrow’s bliss State

Break through the Heartpath

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Ecstatic togetherness

Ecstatic togetherness

25 September 2015

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I woke up from dreams

Found your arm around my frame

In peaceful slumber

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Throbbing at your neck

Nestled in nook of shoulder

Your face glowed in dark

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Disengaging me

I turned for another dream

History to make

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Your hand on my waist

Tightening and drawing me

Closer shapes to you

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Gone with the dream state

Only you and I enthralled

Ecstatic togetherness

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