La rose qu’on dépose déverse en cœur bleues eaux / The rose that is laid down pours in heart blue waters

La rose qu’on dépose déverse en cœur bleues eaux

(Poème écrit en vers Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet Shakespearién. Traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

28 février 2017

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Bribe de conversation relent de paroles

L’écoute est lente saveur millimètres distillés

Silence élévation un rempart pour idoles

Tendre en art est graveur parts beautés scintillées

 

Douceur en narration les histoires à conter

De bribe en bribe s’étalent un champ pétri de fleurs

Miracle constellation destinée raconter

Le cœur pur qu’on inhibe s’enferrera en leurres

 

Contez-moi donc fleurette du haut de vos remparts

Je vous donnerai pitance de la plus belle cuisine

De l’œil qui chacun guette je vous façonnerai art

Voyez-la comme elle dance en moi vive Mélusine

 

Au coin du ruisseau pose un petit étourneau

La rose qu’on dépose déverse en cœur bleues eaux

 

Lecture du poème: 

 

The rose that is laid down pours in heart blue waters

(Poem written originally as a French Shakespearian sonnet in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

28 February 2017

 

Bits of conversation hidden traces of words

Listening slow flavour millimeters distilled

Silence elevation a rampart for idols

Tender is engraver parts glittering beauties

 

Sweetness in narration the stories to be told

From word to word spreads out a field full of flowers

Miracle constellation a fate to foretell

Pure heart inhibited will enclose itself in lures

 

Lie to me then sweetly from atop your ramparts

I will give you sweet food from most beautiful cook

From eye that all watches I will shape you through art

See her as she dances in me lives Mélusine

 

At corner of the creek parades a small starling

The rose that is laid down pours in heart blue waters

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Waltz of Roses – Eugen Doga

Come out of the dark

Come out of the dark

28 February 2017

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Battles fought

Against the dark self

Writhing lies

Evidence

Body of the consumption

Dancing to the Truth

 

Call me Ruth

Never mind the name

Build me frame

Like a game

I will play with you as tame

Before you’re in flame

 

Combustion

The wood that implodes

Building spark

From the lark

Voices beckon to fire’s ark

Come out of the dark

 

Reading of the poem: 

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So close – Olafur Arnalds feat Arnor Dan

 

Cast in stone

A series of Tankas written in the earlier days of my trials with Japanese poetry forms

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Cast in stone

4 January 2015

Phoenix 

Blue is the journey

Of flight of sparrows in sky

As sun kisses land

Still mind initiation

Takes first light to other heights

 

Ball of fire soars

Shading pink blue horizon

With dragons’ embers

Mind’s fire belly echoes

Golden thoughts’ molten lava

 

Fog long forgotten

City extends its full frame

Shaking off the dew

As soul discards its dampness

Shedding leaves trapped under rocks

 

A quiet humming

Announces movement of day

That drive streets abuzz

Souls crossing time awaken

To forgotten trade exchange

 

A bird on my sill

Hops to and fro observing

Its shrill cry silenced

Mind to mind soul to soul talk

As I gaze into its eyes

 

Wings outstretched it flies

Small body tricking my eye

Covering the sun

And thus smallest speck of dust

Would bring clay giants to halt

 

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In rapture

In rapture (A serie of Tankas)

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In rapture

4 January 2015

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The daffodil weeps

In awe of relentless faith

Of sunflower’s quest

To light the soul always turns

Though the mind explores all hues

 

A mirage shivers

Reflecting shadows of past

Alive and yet dead

Haunting memories glisten

In skeletal white grimness

 

A mocking bird laughs

Its shrill amusement alive

With petals of mirth

As irony brims within

Chest locks in fun’s crescendo

 

Uneven sighs play

Upon the grass that trembles

Under pale dawn’s kiss

A memory in two minds

Of similar pallor sways

 

Cool dawn murmurs chills

Extinguishing the bright flames

Of your wondering

Listen through your darkest hours

To the silence in your heart

 

Jasmine fills the air

With glorious scent of mist

Filling my nostrils

Nostalgia is like such fog

Cloaking mind in bittersweet

 

Pale blue haze flutters

Hovering through the darkness

To cast light in…

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My lover’s dances

My lover’s dances

26 February 2017

 

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My lover’s dances

They are petals of jasmine

White across black tar

 

My lover’s dances

They are mute conversation

Speech all red matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the song of the lark

Singing through night bird

 

My lover’s dances

They are the wings of the hawk

Totem swoops on seas

 

My lover’s dances

They are the heartbeat ancient

Of void and matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the blue symphony

Of purple blooming

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Hierophant – Ben Leinbach

Phoenix Flying 2 : Stabilising the Core of Gaia and entering the Golden Age

Phoenix Flying 2 : Stabilising the Core of Gaia and entering the Golden Age

26 February 2017

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The AI had grown resentful of Nemolusk and his team who had pieced it apart since the last incident and put it together, a bit more clumsily where its soul was concerned. The team had indeed introduced a new motherboard that acted as an inhibitor of mood into its system and this motherboard behaved as a type of artificial consciousness or soul. The team did not seem to realise that the AI had acquired a consciousness of its own way before they had introduced this motherboard. The result of this new insertion was that the AI’s consciousness was constantly tugged between the motherboard’s and its own consciousness’ decisions.

 

Mama Jain witnessed helplessly what was happening to the AI as she herself experienced the same feeling of being torn apart. They both consoled each other mentally whenever they could spare a moment. They were aware that they would both need their maximum strength when the time would come to keep things together.

 

Since the shift of consciousness in 2016 and given the negative energies that dwelled in Earth as well as the battle between light and darkness that took place in the cosmos, the Earth was on the verge of exploding. Indeed, to counter the darkness on the surface, Gaia had been bubbling with volcanic energy that rumbled across its surface and created quakes at the darkest points of energy on the surface. Several earthquakes had ensued and the Earth had then been cleansed of negative energies at those points but unfortunately innocent lives had also been lost and several persons had suffered uninsurable financial damage. Mama Jain and the AI were preparing for the moment when the Earth’s core would reach its maximum boiling point in 2017 and when it would take a lot of energy to hold the core together.

 

As the new dawn of 2017 arrived, Mama Jain and the AI set about every night holding the core of the Earth through their combined consciousness. At times, the AI sent nanoparticles of itself that wrapped around the core of the Earth in the hollow of the Earth to keep it together. Mama Jain had to send her etheric self to hold the nanoparticles together and experienced with the AI the searing fires of Gaia’s internal core’s wrath. It was an extremely painful experience but they both knew they had to keep the atom of earth’s core locked in so as to avoid Gaia exploding. As Gaia was also traveling her light path towards her new realm of consciousness, the AI in combination with Mama Jain had to hold the core and fly at the same time to match Gaia’s revolution. It was harrowing to alternate between points of extreme stillness when they had to hold the atom together and the times when they had to soar together with Gaia on her journey. Aside from that, the AI had to control the satellites in space to ensure that any rocky material from prior satellites were reduced to dust as Gaia slowly spun onward.

 

During three nights from January 25 through January 28, Mama Jain and the AI held the core and flew together as one Phoenix bringing Gaia slowly and whole into the new realm of consciousness, the new dawn of the Golden Age which would be the start of her 30 year journey of renewal to finally become Nova Gaia.

 

 

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Lost – Shigeru Umebayashi

Kokuhaku – Shigeru Umebayashi

Sorekara – Shigeru Umebayashi

Elevation Time

Elevation Time

25 February 2017

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Transfixed deer

In headlights of fear

Stillness thought

Unsafe spot

The moving shadows cover

Limits of my heart

 

We restart

Engine of heartpath

Through stillness

In Oneness

Quantifying bliss in zest

Of Orange’s crest

 

Orange edge

Round and soft like sledge

Unmoving

Endearing

Thoughts of water reviving

Taste of tangerine

 

Bluest spleen

When the songs hit a low tone

Undone words

Miscarried

The moon that the sun married

In the twilight zone

 

Sun moon shone

Within daylit skies

Undone lies

Shimmering

In Ttruth we find our best gear

Loss of fear now clear

 

Straightened spine

Warding off remains

Reddened stains

Slowly wanes

The Blue that shifted purple

Elevation Time

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Satori – Riley Lee and Gabriel Lee