Rendering delight

Rendering delight

April 29, 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

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

The souls spared

4 April 2020

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Courtesy pinterest.com

 

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

The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells

2 April 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

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

Fire beneath embers

1 April 2020

Courtesy behance.net

 

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

Our future is bright

31 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic

 

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

In the heart that moved

31 March 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

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

The raven that flew

26 March 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

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

Third path shone

26 March 2020

Courtesy pixabay

 

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

There beside your heart

25 March 2020

Courtesy pexels

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

The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift

25 March 2020

Courtesy Serghei Ghetiu

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