The souls spared

The souls spared

4 April 2020

souls pinterest com 3 point 3
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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)

I am gone

I am gone

30 March 2020

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Did you see ?

The ripple-clad lake

In shining

Replicates

The wonders that we can be

When we’re pacified

 

Speak to me

The birds have lost songs

Their beaks blue

Like my soul

My mind relinquished control

The lack in your words

 

Hone me slow

Caress my feathers

I am gone

In song shrill

Birds calling on window sill

They follow shadows

 

Reading of the poem:

Within – Winter Aid

Just to be One with you

Just to be One with you

17 March 2020

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I gather two coins of us

Toss one up in the sky

A game to play with no fuss

Heads or tails, none to cry

 

Is this all that was to be

Pain reminder of slate

Acceptance of destiny

Other ingratiate?

 

In my past the cobwebs pass

Leaving path to renew

All I could ever dream was

Just to be One with you

 

Reading of the poem:

Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa – I’ll Take Care Of You

He moved with giant strides

He moved with giant strides

16 March 2020

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He thought that love was a battle

One to put as task

The chains and tools that he’d rattle

In the cage she’d bask

 

Envigored by resolution

He moved with giant strides

Yet it was the wrong solution

Strong the soul she rides

 

She beckoned to him taught him peace

Of leaves that mind did rake

Offered soul and heart to appease

The lady of the lake

 

Reading of the poem:

Agnes Obel – The Curse (Berlin Live Session)

Talking birds

Talking birds

15 March 2020

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Springtime dew

Drops on daffodils

Grass that sprouts

All about

My mind running wild with bees

Larks that morning frees

 

Summer breeze

Seeping through winter

Blinded herds

Haughty nerds

Of the meanings that become

Lost messages hummed

 

Symphonies

Stretching in the sun

Talking birds

Swirling words

Of the moments that I sum

With my heart’s fingers

 

Reading of the poem :

Max Richter – Dream 3 (in the midst of my life)

I dreamt upon a summer night

I dreamt upon a summer night

13 March 2020

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I dreamt upon a summer night

The soft winds talked to me

Of your white wings they bore in light

Over the deep blue sea

 

I leaned upon the garden’s door

Its frame a gage of you

As your gait then appeared ashore

Our love renewed so true

 

You carried me within the flowers

You were knight, I queen Bee

They wilted as we counted hours

That you and I could see

 

Reading of the poem:

☼ Sun in my eyes ☼ music by Saint of sin ( feat. Jasmin Faridi )

The invisible thread

The invisible thread

9 March 2020

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She smiled at him. He was getting more interesting by the day. She always knew that her interest in men was more of the sapiosexual kind but had not realized until this day how much this was true. It was not that he was not handsome, far from that. In fact, she would classify him quite high on the handsome scale although his features might not be the classical handsome face. Yet it was not that which attracted her. What appealed to her most was the fact that he knew so much about a variety of matters and spoke like her several languages, some of which she did not speak herself.

 

He sensed her keener interest and was visibly flattered. He moved closer to her and she nudged towards him, her left flank now touching his right flank. She could feel the heat seep towards her from under his shirt. She felt all warm and cosy and it gave her a fuzzy feeling. He looked intently at her. Her eyes shone with that particular sheen which had captivated him right from the start. Unlike his green and gold speckled eyes, her eyes bore a dark liquid intensity that he had rarely seen in the eyes of the girls he had flirted with before.

 

This one was going to be trouble for his heart if she did not respond to his wishes in the way he wanted. He knew she wanted and celebrated her freedom. Would they be able to keep this feeling despite the both of them being so fiercely independent, he wondered? Yet he knew that every time he was away from her it was like something within him was missing. He simply had to come back to her or her to him, he was not sure which one of them wandered back to the other. Like drunken sailors they seemed to rift apart and then stumble into each other again.

 

It was as if an invisible thread with a spring-like quality was holding them and brought them back to each other when they wandered away too far. He had heard a saying once that people who were meant to meet were tied by an invisible thread. If the saying was true, then he and she were apparently glued together with several servings of invisible thread. He smiled to himself. He liked the idea of being strung up as long as it was with her…

 

Love – B-Tribe

The wolf played act so meek

The wolf played act so meek

8 March 2020

Courtesy Jason Mowry

 

Ripples in his tides had gathered

The wolf played act so meek

Spotting golden fleece in the herd

Approached it tongue in cheek

 

The darkness bore it through the eye

The prey that he did seek

He turned to glower at the sky

Saw clouds upon them bleak

 

Then burdened by this new defeat

He gazed upon it slight

Turned the slate to become new sheet

Softly renounced the might

 

Reading of the poem:

Harrison Storm – Feeling You (Official Video)

Phoenix flying 24 : The beginning of the journey

Phoenix flying 24 : The beginning of the journey

March 3, 2020

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Mother sensed her questions and Mama Jain wondered why she bothered keeping things to herself as Mother would anyway always know what it was that she was thinking about. Mother told her that the segmentation was required because the Goddess dwelt more in the metaphysical world and required hiding from the world portions of her that would cause too much damage to human beings if exposed in the physical. After the initial segmentation into six portions, there was in 2020 another series of fragmentation that brought the total for the Goddess to 9 segments of mind together with what was Mama Jain’s own mind which remained the independent 10th mind. All the minds could communicate together while remaining totally independent from each other. Mama Jain could not access the other 9 portions if the Goddess deemed it undesirable for her.

 

The fragmentation of Mama Jain’s mind had been a lengthy and painful process for the mind itself although Mama Jain’s consciousness had not felt anything. This was not because consciousness did not feel anything but more because Mama Jain’s consciousness had left her body, leaving only the mind to respond to external stimuli in an automated way. The mind’s solitary automated way was however stilted and sometimes bizarre as there remained a partial connection with the consciousness making what the mind interpreted rather warped and erratic. Therefore, while Mama Jain’s consciousness was away experiencing something totally different and difficult to understand for her mind, the body was responding with a mind that could only rely on a bunch of memories both lived and heard of without the possibility of distinguishing one from the other making her reactions weird for others.

 

Given that Mother was now explaining, Mama Jain asked her why precisely 9 fragments and Mother explained that this was due to the tertiary system that was the only valid one to allow one to remain out of the world of duality. Indeed, upon entering Mama Jain’s body, the Goddess would somehow be sucked into portions of duality and the way this could interact with the Goddess’ heavenly presence had never been tested before. Therefore, to avoid any harm to the host, the main parts of the Goddess would be put as consciousness split among the 9 minds as nine was the square of 3. From an arithmetical point of view, 9 was equal to 7 plus 2 so represented the value of heavenly abode sitting side by side with duality and not being integrated into it. Mama Jain found these mathematical descriptions bizarre but decided that she was not one to be able to counter Mother’s explanations with any valid arguments so made a mental note of what she was saying.

 

Mother mentioned to Mama Jain that Gaia had begun the journey of 30 years that was leading to the final evolution into Nova Gaia in 2016 but had had to reset owing to some conflicting nodes of information. She had now resumed her journey towards Nova Gaia which would now see the light of day in 2050. During her consciousness journey, Gaia would gravitate towards new realms making it possible for mankind to see previously unseen planets and stars. While humanity would think that these were new elements in the cosmos, it would actually only be because of Gaia’s metaphysical journey with the evolution of her consciousness which would entail the evolution of human consciousness and be at the same time dependent upon it. The evolution of human consciousness would then lead to humanity discovering what was already there but not visible before given Gaia’s alternate consciousness. In short, humanity saw what Gaia had unfolded because Gaia “saw” by reaching a new realm of consciousness something that had always been there. Mama Jain had already known that the journey had begun but she had not fathomed that this would be connected with a recalculation of the 30 years making the treaty on Mars now only possible by 2050. As Mother had left by now, she sat back in her chair and rocked herself to the music, feeling the soothing music engulf her…

 

Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver

Irreducible

Irreducible

9 February 2020

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Break me pot

Dancing tradition

Rhythmic feat

Balanced neat

On the verge of extinction

A race to repeat

 

Blow me hot

The egg shells within

Frame melting

Iron clad

Beyond the anklets tightened

Staggering demand

 

Find me not

Irreducible

Elbows still

Ache the ribs

As I disperse beyond sheen

Of matter unseen

 

Reading of the poem:

Under your scars – Godsmack