Rendering delight
April 29, 2020
Translation
Of movement in you
Lost in space
I retrace
Your body’s forgotten hue
The ink and the blue
When sun sets
I remember you
The sweet touch
Of your face
From a spent reality
In an unseen place
In eclipse
I reinvent you
Through the sight
In the night
When your features blurred in light
Rendering delight
Reading of the poem:
I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday
The souls spared
4 April 2020
Smother not
The wilful intent
It breathes low
Remedies
For the dark venture to cease
The mind none to tease
Pursue Art
Within mighty heart
The power
To harness
Kingdoms beyond the darkness
Where brave stand duress
Look beyond
Written in the skies
The hearts paired
The souls spared
The breach a keen reminder
When the mind despaired
Reading of the poem:
The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor (Official Video)
The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells
2 April 2020
At first there came the sound and then another and another making it a word. Then the mind looked into the heart and bound itself to it. Then the heart and mind bound breathed into the word and the spell came into being. It was as easy as that to create a spell. Was it that easy, she thought? Then of course it occurred to her that it was not that easy to bind the mind to the heart. It took years of practice just for the mind to be able to look properly into the heart, let alone bind itself to it. The magic was strongest though when the heart and mind were effortlessly bound together and remained that way.
Once the spell released into the outer world, it was important that this was picked up by strong consciousness points. These were essentially creative people because their hearts and minds were bound together and stayed so effortlessly. In the process of disseminating the effect of the spell, one creative person counted as a million individuals who were neither creative nor having looked into their hearts with their minds and bound them together. She knew anyway that it was rare for a person to have bound their heart and mind and not become a creative person as a result of that exercise so in general the target was creative people.
For the magic to work without her intervention, it was sufficient to have at least 10 creative people read or hear the spell. If they read and heard it, it was even more efficient. The more creative people who were involved in the reading or hearing of the spell, the better it worked. For some reason, the spell attained its peak when a million creative people read and heard it and from that point on, the magic mutated and did not have the same effect anymore. It was not that it worsened. It just became different and she always marveled to see what different effects could be obtained when the magic spell mutated.
Dead Can Dance – Kiko
Fire beneath embers
1 April 2020
He shows me
The means to an end
Leitmotiv
To renew
Yet my bosom is now spent
From pains underwent
I hold him
In memories’ space
Brittle lace
Where his face
Redesigns the melodies
That put heart at ease
We travel
Through the light that shines
Within heart
Throughout mind
We will revel when we find
Fire beneath embers
Reading of the poem:
Max Richter – She remembers
Our future is bright
31 March 2020
The days may seem bleak
The hours may turn into weeks
Hark! The angels speak
Keep your mind hopeful
There is no need for a fight
Make it effortless
Know it in your heart
Know it through the changing times
Our future is bright
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge. For rules and other poems visit the link here.
Reading of the poem:
Amber Run – I Found
In the heart that moved
31 March 2020
Delude me
Canticles of lore
We will pray
Never more
To fears etched within the skies
Downtrodden in lies
Elude me
The chest in bosom
I will wake
Griffin’s spark
Fumbling fingers through the dark
Reach the love’s lighthouse
Preclude me
Once upon a rhyme
I witnessed
Miracles
Thawing frozen icicles
In the heart that moved
Reading of the poem:
Flora Cash – You’re Somebody Else – Lyrics
The raven that flew
26 March 2020
Pray hearken
The raven that flew
Now anew
Yes anew
Will you reach into flowers
And grant us the dew?
Hark listen
The raven that flew
Yet it knew
Yes it knew
That you and I through hours
Was a tale so true
Now darkened
The raven that flew
T’was for two
So it blew
On the Sycamore treetop
It sat black and blue
Reading of the poem:
Nicki Parrott – I Will Wait For You
Third path shone
26 March 2020
Do you hear
The idle gossip?
Yesterday
Twined with lies
Waters that well in bosom
Reach out to my eyes
Two roads lay
Stretching unity
I lie low
Neither side
Beckoning tombstones prevail
I watch dead and wail
Third path shone
Middle traced by mind
I rewind
Path so kind
Gathered from my memories
For the h(u)/(ea)rt to (ceas)/(seiz)e
Reading of the poem:
Scorpions – Follow Your Heart (Official Lyric Video)
Scorpions – Send me an angel [Music Video]
Scorpions – Still Loving You [Lyrics + Traduction Française]
There beside your heart
25 March 2020
I will bend
Like flower swooning
Into arms
Awaiting
Three moons now replicating
Urgency of you
Grace within
The moments’ magic
Powdered dreams
Where it seems
All my yearning set aside
In mornings confide
Look at me
I am in two suns
Shadow struck
Awe within
Revolution of bosom
There beside your heart
Reading of the poem:
Melody Gardot – Les Étoiles
The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift
25 March 2020
She had always known she was a white witch, but it was only recently that she had found out that she was also a shaman. The knowledge had come to her after a particularly striking episode when she had been dancing to trance music and had experienced a shamanic journey into another world. She never consumed drugs so knew that there had to be truth to that journey. It was a world where spirits walked in fumes with nothing separating them from other human beings. She had looked around her in the night club and nobody else seemed to be noticing the spirits yet all of them were dancing to the same music she was dancing to.
She looked around her fascinated. The stroboscopic lights cast around filled the fumes of the spirits with various lights making them look like rainbows disintegrating on the dance floor. She wondered what the spirits were doing in the night club. Were they not meant to be somewhere more peaceful, she thought? One spirit seemed to realize that she was looking right at it and not through it and came up close to her. She was not sure she felt comfortable enough this close to it and raised a hand. It went right through the spirit who laughed. It was not a wicked laugh, just a friendly amused one. She laughed back. They were not as terrible as many made them to be. They only wanted to be part of this world just like us, she thought.
That was all before she discovered the extent of the Shamanic gift. How it could allow her to summon either the raven’s rains or the fires of the phoenix. That was before she discovered that the combination of the witch capacities and the shamanic gift could help mold consciousness itself
Cyberion – Strange Signals