Kissing ghosts
20 March 2016

Night-time breathes
Essence of outlines
Hovering
In the air
Between the dark and the light
Forms hidden in sight
Suspended
Between Earth and skies
Amorphous
Shades of grey
They gather close where I lay
In between spaces
Dreamtime strikes
A chord deep within
Like clockwork
I start task
Glory of netherworld’s breed
Ravenous their seed
Feeding child
Of honey and milk
There are queues
For the old
A thin line of remembrance
Before dark penance
We starve soul
Through bouts and binges
When bodies
Swell and burst
Saturated with the feed
Recollecting thirst
Of quenching
Thirst for inner realm
I know tales
Of sirens
They drink the oceans to brink
Of silent despair
With their hearts
I sit in solace
Stone for stone
Rigid talk
I forecast the first ripple
When feelings will stir
The lines blur
Draw false conclusions
Am I carved
Are they set
We open lines of regret
In marble we cloak
My blue veins
They shudder dark ink
From bosom
Every day
I raise hope but in dread sink
When clocks mark dark hour
Random call
It wakes me to sight
Of unnamed
Kissing ghosts
I compose odes to the light
That trickles through me
Reading of the poem:

Duduk of the North [Gladiator] – Hans Zimmer & Djivan Gasparyan
Distant Lands – Djivan Gasparyan Arman Chakmakian
Kapuit Manushak (Blue Violet) – Duduk Djivan Gasparyan
Another beautiful piece! I get the feeling of watching Earth from orbit and seeing storms forming and moving across the surface. Something about this poem gives me a very strong sense of Mother Earth. Whatever it is, it touched me deeply. Well done, Geetha!
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Thank you Eric. It touched me deeply too and yes, there is much of the same feeling of witnessing this from high above.
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A supernatural write with a perfect finale.
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Thank you Andrew 🙂
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Btw I am healing my maid who seemed to have an old problem similar to yours. By the time you pass by Dubai I will master the technique 🙂
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This poem is so exciting and beautiful and intriguing, Geetha 🙂
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Thank you Monica. I find often that dreamtime poetry is very dense with meaning and emotions. Perhaps that is why it has that effect on sensitive people like you 🙂
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I think you’re right, Geetha 😀
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😀
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Dreamily ethereal
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Thank you Derrick
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Nice one Geetha. But I didnt understand how these lines fit in with the subject
“Feeding child
Of honey and milk
There are queues
For the old
A thin line of remembrance
Before dark penance”
Best wishes
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Thank you Kamal. This is another poem that came through dreamtime and continued during that blurred moment between the dream and waking up. It is all about “ghosts” in the sense of spirit beings in between worlds. There are child spirits as well as old spirits, just like for us human beings. The children have to be fed honey and milk and the old queue up to receive food. It is all a metaphor to say that when we feed the spirit too much and it becomes old, it is then saturated and the process of being fed more becomes tedious. As they say, you cannot add something to a cup that is already full. In contrast, a young spirit or child spirit will be able to be fed more and the food will be particularly sweet and easy to process for that category of being (a child), hence the milk and honey. As for the old, the reason why there is penance is because they would realise that perhaps they have saturated themselves with the wrong foods. Whether human or other beings, we all at some point choose to store values, understanding of the world around us in perhaps ways that are not optimal. When you reach a certain stage of wisdom and true clarity then you wish you had not chosen to be so adamant on what you thought was true. There will be however a queue of people in that line waiting to amend their knowledge.
Having said all the above, because this is dreamtime poetry, there was an actual sense of having a real child to feed, a child from within the bowels of the Earth.
Best wishes to you too Kamal
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Thank you Geetha for that detailed explanation. Your thoughts so precise, amazes me. Wonderful
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Thank you Kamal. I hope it made sense for you 🙂
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Dark, and delicious – I love this one!
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Thank you Elizabeth
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Love the haunting feeling of supernatural. The last line was my favorite!
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Thank you Marissa
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Darkly sensual , pleasing yet disturbing for me. Got my attention ! : )
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Thank you William 🙂
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Djivan Gasparyan is an Armenian musician and composer. He plays the duduk, a double reed woodwind instrument related to the orchestral oboe. Gasparyan is known as the “Master of the duduk.
I felt I was walking in Yerevan, capital of Armenia…beautiful duduk…
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Yes, his duduks are beautiful. I also love a beautiful collaboration between him, Lara Fabian who does vocalise and Igor Krutoy at the piano. It is really nice. I hope you like it.
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The combinations of duduk is a great complex and a difficult musical equipment that requires high tone of breath…I did deeply enjoy it…
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Glad you did enjoy it
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Geetha – you are talented and you inspire thousand just by reading your words, I adore your readings…
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Thank you, I hope it inspires you too 🙂
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