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

Courtesy Christian Schloe


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: 




Waltz of Roses – Eugen Doga

Come out of the dark

Come out of the dark

28 February 2017



Battles fought

Against the dark self

Writhing lies


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



The wood that implodes

Building spark

From the lark

Voices beckon to fire’s ark

Come out of the dark


Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy Christian Schloe

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


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


The leaves on…

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In rapture

In rapture (A serie of Tankas)

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In rapture

4 January 2015


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




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: 


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


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.




Lost – Shigeru Umebayashi

Kokuhaku – Shigeru Umebayashi

Sorekara – Shigeru Umebayashi

Elevation Time

Elevation Time

25 February 2017

Courtesy Christian Schloe


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



Thoughts of water reviving

Taste of tangerine


Bluest spleen

When the songs hit a low tone

Undone words


The moon that the sun married

In the twilight zone


Sun moon shone

Within daylit skies

Undone lies


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: 

Courtesy Christian Schloe

Satori – Riley Lee and Gabriel Lee

The weightless measure of things

The weightless measure of things

25 February 2017


The bird that sings loud

Beckoning to the springtime

Beating in my heart


The snowdrop that curls

Around the trace of white snow

Shifting on the road


The bougainvillea

Red branches that bear its frame

Heart of the garden


The Jasmine exhaled

Scent of the renewed morrow

As Musk hid in dusk


Petunias explode

Purple and carmine carpets

Shower in the green


The heart that beats soft

The weightless measure of things

That the robin sings


Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy Christian Schloe

Mother’s Wingspan – Ben Leinbach

Immortal renew

Immortal renew

24 February 2017

Courtesy Christian Schloe


Dilute me

Particles of Sound



On the souls of the damsels

That travel the streets


Digress me

Into Oblivion

Lay me low

Birth hollow

In grounds of New Earth that sings

Beyond the Voices


Divest me

Parting with value

Instill me

Harmless weight

Shiver sliding through my gait

Chronicles of fate


Dismiss me

Particles to miss

Behave well

Bring and tell

The Heart that knows all will swell

Under moonshine rain


Direct me

Play of thirteen acts

Sign me Pacts

Breath contracts

I swallow the venom made

Between tongue and shade


Digest me

I am choice liver

I rain blue

Rainbow hue

Within me to life a clue

Immortal renew


Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy Christian Schloe

Fleur Blanche – Orsten

Crash Course

Crash Course

24 February 2017

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Crash course on the life train

Crash course in the rain

Picking up all pieces mending the seams

Letting go of those that ruin my dreams

Learning to live and set me free

Learning through the rain that sears through me


Do you see how I recompose me

Alternating sympathy

Do you feel how I’m regaining me

Through the winds hurling me


Crash course on the life train

I learn to smile through my pain

Crash course within the rain

I spread my wings and won’t be slain


Crisis brings my strength out

I learn to be strong and very stout


Do you see how I recompose me

Alternating sympathy

Do you feel how I’m regaining me

Through the winds hurling me


Crash course on the life train

I learn to smile through my pain

Crash course within the rain

I spread my wings and won’t be slain

I spread my wings and won’t be slain


Singing of the lyrics: 

Crash Course – Geetha B