The Cleopatra Tales 3: Totem Integration
Abundance
The Cleopatra Tales 2: Divine Identity
The Cleopatra Tales 2: Divine Identity
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Breaking beautiful
Breaking beautiful
22 July 2016
Plenty lack
Land of abundance
Growling call
Heads that fall
Watching the morrows rewind
Into lost stardom
Pacing free
Tangled black spiders
In webs three
Upon knee
I beseech the spinning wheels
Harrowing the reels
Eggshells crack
Breaking beautiful
Layers ooze
Ozone’s scar
We retrieve what we now are
Beyond the faces
Reading of the poem:
Beautiful Ones – Poets of the Fall
Renewal Time
Renewal Time
24 December 2015
Just a short post to remind those who were not aware that this the first full moon on Christmas Eve since 38 years.
This is also a Time for letting go and renewal, a time for recovering soul memory so I am sharing a short vocal memo prayer from Dreamtime with all of you and hope you will like it however nonsensical it may seem to you. May our Hearts be strong for the Times ahead and may the knowledge that Dawn comes after the darkest point of the Night instill more courage into our hearts.
Blessed be our Hearts and Souls
Soul memory prayer
This spirit in me
This spirit in me
9 September 2015
Looking back at me
I was once forever two
Hope and grief combined
Today when I look
The grief so slight may resist
But Hope surges so
First flickering frail
Then kneaded in strength of stones
Wills all woes dissolve
Moon restores in me
Blackened stories of the day
That the dark raises
Sun simmered in me
Completing work of the night
Built in me cradles
.
Waves resurge in me
The wondrous light of that Love
Spirit elevates
Photons shoot in me
Throbbing electricity
Lighting me fires
I swim to your shores
In purity preservation
Of a beating Heart
My figure grown Light
Transfigured by your loving
I will show your glows
True nature of me
Will shine through external mask
As Truth dissolves lies
.
Look only within
I will take you to the Source
Of all Abundance
Now follow the signs
The way lies hidden in you
Within worlds you know
I will await it
The rise of your lost knowledge
As it softly grows
The path that calls me
Leads into my other worlds
That gyrate within
This spirit in me
Brings pulsating to my hands
Surging energy
.
Of perhaps and of maybes
Of perhaps and of maybes
2 September 2015
You didn’t know me
I, gazing back realised
That neither did I
The scent of your skin
I did not know it either
Like a raw green fruit
Translucent and bare
Ripening under some sun
That rose pitiless
Its shadow stretched out
On lands that called to my mind
Loved Tuscanny
Perhaps life will sway
Buckling under the treasure
Of those lost moments
Perhaps life will weigh
From the fruit at its edges
Like a slanting trunk
Maybe love will skim
Giving in to the pressure
Of its own torments
Maybe love will learn
From its own unkempt pledges
Like a rabid drunk
Perhaps love’s desert
Where the sands move tireless
Waves on raging sea
Perhaps love’s a stream
Renouncing gift of water
Where mirrored light glows
Maybe life is firm
Its roots planted in the ground
Like an olive tree
Maybe life is gift
Scarcity does not matter
Where abundance grows
Perhaps just to say
Per actual happenings
That real would spell out
Maybes aiming high
Tokens of when I once wished
An unreal clout
Banishing the doubt
Perhaps in string of maybes
Occurring, waning
A life made of chains
Of perhaps and of maybes
Blurring differing
Hypothetical
Breathed in hoping may it be
As day’s sun shimmered
Perhaps whimsical
What’s left of time’s passing me
Recounts that glimmered
