Back into Jerusalem

Criss-cross of chances
Black hole meets mass of matter
The less is the most

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Interwoven signs
I, Minerva of the past
Forgot my own tasks

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Jolted now awake
My saddle I will set right
As horses whinny

Glory of simple
Walking upon the waters
Which in the soul flow

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Ebb and flow of waves
Back into Jerusalem
I will walk head high

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Twenty three paces
More than mythical nine yards
Upheaval measure

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Back into Jerusalem

31 August 2015

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Criss-cross of chances

Black hole meets mass of matter

The less is the most

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Interwoven signs

I, Minerva of the past

Forgot my own tasks

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Jolted now awake

My saddle I will set right

As horses whinny

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Riding into dusk

To the outlines of mountains

As the sun sets low

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I drink your water

Essence of your earthly life

From new wells you birthed

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The stars will combine

Shimmering mass of light rays

That from you wrought strength

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Roots spread between us

Gathering the momentum

That in the heart pulls

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Glory of simple

Walking upon the waters

Which in the soul flow

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Ebb and flow of waves

Back into Jerusalem

I will walk head high

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Twenty three paces

More than mythical nine yards

Upheaval measure

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As the pace quickened it stilled

We sang of wonders
Danced to the replenished moon
That cast its magic

Conjuring up hope
As the pace quickened it stilled
Gifting us more Time

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As the pace quickened it stilled

16 August 2015

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Electricity

Common connecting factor

I absorb it in

 

The games we could play

On threshold of new endings

Lighting with it dark

 

Fanciful choices

Tickle me now here and there

Tingle everywhere

 

I speak not you know

Silent communication

Minds in communion

 

Exquisite torture

Unseen but oh so vivid

Placating presence

 

In rapture breath failed

Turning twirling to your touch

Each spot of me lit

 

Castles in Spain built

Upon ceilings in mid-air

Your wing and mine held

 

We sang of wonders

Danced to the replenished moon

That cast its magic

 

Conjuring up hope

As the pace quickened it stilled

Gifting us more Time

 

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A soul to soul will now promptly relate

Wisdom blossoms in ache growing in Heart
Body to Earth hastens, plunges, it dives
While souls would soar so free, bodies apart
Condemn the souls to live separate lives

A soul to soul will now promptly relate
Bodies melding will time’s restraints dilate

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A soul to soul will now promptly relate

13 August 2015

 

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Waters of wells will dwell soft in my eyes

As I give in to songs’ beautiful vibes

Timeless the note of Love with soul now flies

Mind free hovers above, rapture describes

 

Wisdom blossoms in ache growing in Heart

Body to Earth hastens, plunges, it dives

While souls would soar so free, bodies apart

Condemn the souls to live separate lives

 

Listless daily life is never so whole

Pining for thrill of night will day refuse

The pang of loss would Heart never console

Fragile feelings opposed would mind confuse

 

A soul to soul will now promptly relate

Bodies melding will time’s restraints dilate

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Fallen arising

Eyes born into an unseeing world
But as the body turned and swirled
Glimpses of a long forgotten past
Stilled in heart rhythm stirred fast
A waking of my senses brought
A world within that heart forgot

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Arising fallen

24 November 2013

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In every green leaf I see your face

Remembrance of forgotten grace

In every lost moment every ripple

Wings vanished, a walking cripple

Heaving with the renewed anguish

Of the loss of yonder soaring relish

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Eyes born into an unseeing world

But as the body turned and swirled

Glimpses of a long forgotten past

Stilled in heart rhythm stirred fast

A waking of my senses brought

A world within that heart forgot

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It is of you yet heeds not thy course

Sucking in reminders of thy source

Ten thousand years swirled and flew

Memories of you that we once knew

In darkness of secret lay hidden deep

As Millennium lulled the soul to sleep

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I hear your words, ten thunders’ voice

Let us now in our stilled hearts rejoice

For as it plays your own wondrous part

With soulless yet with good…

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Magic

Wave and hail swing and lash
Creation is from thy wonder
Illusion fades from open gash
When voices bring in thunder

I washed ashore on frozen land
From deep and murky pond
Magic they say is in command
And not mere swing of wand

Time goes by as seeping sand
While orbs within abscond
On goes brave and weaving hand
For earth with skies will bond

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Magic

6 November 2013

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Wave and hail swing and lash

Creation is from thy wonder

Illusion fades from open gash

When voices bring in thunder

You knew me not, now no more

Will eyes upon me dwell

For inside me spirits roar

To clank of screeching knell

I washed ashore on frozen land

From deep and murky pond

Magic they say is in command

And not mere swing of wand

Light and dark in me they clash

Puzzles for minds to ponder

And light seals dark in a flash

Yet dark concealed lies under

Rub and rub till flesh is sore

And scrub you may as well

But light and dark mind once bore

Stay weaved by healing spell

Time goes by as seeping sand

While orbs within abscond

On goes brave and weaving hand

For earth with skies will bond

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Journey of the soul

Tremors shake my flame so slight
A gust from a long forgotten place
Brings back to frame its old might
And from blaze I find lost solace

I see within shades of raw green
I dwell in the pastures of the One
Leaving the illusion for the unseen
I became all then I became none

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Journey of the soul

11 October 2013

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In flight I will still rasping breath

Gathering my strength to now soar

Flickering into the oncoming death

Though flames within me now roar

Heaving with a thousand wonders

My mind searches the dark abyss

My body waning into light simmers

With the promises of eternal bliss

My soul will wander now so free

In the lush gardens of tomorrow

While the heart has set out to flee

The weight of this worldly sorrow

Tremors shake my flame so slight

A gust from a long forgotten place

Brings back to frame its old might

And from blaze I find lost solace

I see within shades of raw green

I dwell in the pastures of the One

Leaving the illusion for the unseen

I became all then I became none

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Stardust

In infinite search of my old being
I rise with tides that slip me past
As time goes by inexorably weaving
The end of all candour steadfast

Beyond I see me true but not real
Reaching out in dazed wondering
Through the spinning of the wheel
We feel, touch this me other thing

In flight I scatter what I entrust
To wind and night that fail me never
The last of this mine pink stardust
That will new bond form forever

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Stardust

5 October 2013

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Night after night I fly unhindered

Soaring above the weary wastelands

With a heart strong though withered

Towards safety of the homelands

 

In infinite search of my old being

I rise with tides that slip me past

As time goes by inexorably weaving

The end of all candour steadfast

 

Beyond I see me true but not real

Reaching out in dazed wondering

Through the spinning of the wheel

We feel, touch this me other thing

 

The nights spent for spirits to hail

Captivated by scents to ambush

And days mourn the nightingale

Lost in the thorns of the rose bush

 

As days go by bleak and small

The throbbing of the crowd rises

And while within hope stands tall

Doubt without demise surmises

 

In flight I scatter what I entrust

To wind and night that fail me never

The last of…

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