The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

19 March 2020

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She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.

 

Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.

 

One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.

 

  • Why do you need to provoke the advent of darkness, she said
  • Because that is what we are made of, she answered
  • But you are me and if you are me, you cannot be made of darkness for I am light
  • There is no light without darkness so therefore if you are light, we have to be darkness
  • Will you always exist? Is there no end to some of you?
  • Who knows? You have taken such liberty with the self that there is so much light. We have kept some to ourselves. It is our bubbles of liberty where we choose to express the colours grey and black. Are they not colours too? Why refuse them? Surely as an artist you should know that a palette must be complete? How would you paint the night without us? Or the ravens or the dark clouds if not for those colours?

 

She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.

 

Björk – jóga / State of Emergency

The slow mist covered soft

The slow mist covered soft

10 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic

 

The chest gathered arrows

A sacrifice thrown at its feet

Of the archer it shows

Upturned splendor of his defeat

 

Mind to heart made appeal

No prison for want of warden

A kiss of love to seal

A pact made in yonder garden

 

The slow mist covered soft

Flowers in the garden blooming

The heart yet kept aloft

Silken threads to the mind grooming

 

Reading of the poem:

B-Tribe – Agua azul

B-Tribe – Spiritual Spiritual

B – TRIBE – Suave Suave

Peach in him

Peach in him

5 December 2019

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Wasted time
A circus that wound
Colours blind
To the Grey
A path leads under waters
Thundering in skies

Hark to tell
What ears comprehend
Through the well
Of light streams
Stories uninterrupted
In the mind that flies

The lips spell
Tonalities fused
Peach in him
Orange hue
Cobblers mend uneven shoe
One a pair of none

 

Memories – Maroon 5

Wearing Her

Wearing Her

16 October 2017

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Splitting ache

Within the bosom

Standing guard

With regard

Consideration for her

As the wolf pack moves

 

Stand at ease

Neither lead nor tease

Discover

Underneath

Flying her colours on face

Mark engraved like ace

 

Clear patterns

For my perusal

Wearing Her

Like a glove

Heaps of laces dissolving

My mind revolving

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sen Gelmez Oldun – Alihan Samedov

Elevation Time

Elevation Time

25 February 2017

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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

Unmoving

Endearing

Thoughts of water reviving

Taste of tangerine

 

Bluest spleen

When the songs hit a low tone

Undone words

Miscarried

The moon that the sun married

In the twilight zone

 

Sun moon shone

Within daylit skies

Undone lies

Shimmering

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: 

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Satori – Riley Lee and Gabriel Lee

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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The colours of us

The colours of us

1 March 2016

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Radiant

Your presence a gift

I unwrap

In silence

You are present in absence

Soundless story told

 

Love defines

Landscapes of hushed pines

Ringing soft

Needles’ rhymes

Working their magic mending

Tattered souls of old

 

Trails are cold

The scent of heart stays

Beyond stamps

Of meaning

Beyond the doubts now clearing

Remnants of footsteps

 

I am strong

Will more than biceps

Birthing stars

I exhale

Stories of love told on Mars

Which fierce spears inhale

 

Eye to eye

We meet our semblance

In mirrors

Of bright words

The shepherd beckons to herds

Through staff in the pen

 

Clucking hen

Cooped up in the dark

Her wings torn

Her eyes wild

She loses a daily child

Harvests of the mark

 

Trading point

Our prayers now joint

Hidden walls

Cold membranes

Count of numerous blue valves

Between Heart and brains

 

We see not

The wilting jasmine

That invokes

Scent of spring

The ghost of love that we bring

It beckons dying

 

We will dance

Like sightless flowers

Pliable

Bending slow

To the winds orchestrating

The colours of us

 

Reading of the poem: 

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He needs me – Hindi Zahra

The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra

Stand up – Hindi Zahra

Silence – Hindi Zahra

At the same time – Hindi Zahra

Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra

 

 

Life sprouts from passing

Life sprouts from passing

29 December 2015

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Wading its way up

Into winter horizons

The sun reeked of change

 

Shadow of moon wept

Translucent mark in the skies

Ghost of yesterday

 

Your heart slow stammered

Strong were the upcoming tides

That would wash ashore

 

Rejoice for this pause

The calm before the storm’s dark

Winter will see through

 

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Spring will speak of peace

In the whispers of the leaves

Growing on brown stems

 

Blue flowers will bloom

Upon the reddened meadows

Contrast of colours

 

Hearts will know of green

Beating under lush crimson

Metamorphosis

 

In between faces

Recognition but a sign

Renewal of Times

 

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Summer will breathe bliss

Lazy hays that stretch outwards

Into new spaces

 

In between the cracks

Rivers of yesteryears’ gloom

Surfacing bubbles

 

The day will break night

Glorious winged serenity

Guardian of the realms

 

Bubbles will burst breath

Rancid spots on sheet of white

Agonising past

 

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Autumns will bear sheaths

For all daggers of seasons

Stilling mildewed breath

 

The fog and the wind

United in scattering

Closing paths of fear

 

The wheat rolled in piles

A bounty for two morrows

Constructing solace

 

We will knead them bread

From the death of the treasons

Life sprouts from passing

 

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The Calm Before The Storm – Arcana

Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Serenity – Arcana

For my Love – Arcana

Beyond the doors of Death’s Gate

Beyond the doors of Death’s Gate

13 December 2015

 

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Listening

To pitter patter

Of the drops

From my Heart

Gather slowly in puddles

Then freeze on the ground

 

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The laughter

Gone from my eyes’ pools

Darker hues

Colour sight

Life’s paintings slow alternate

Between Light and Dark

 

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Following

Yama and his cow

Treacherous

Slow footsteps

Neither Demons nor Angels

Can sway me from task

 

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Relentless

My call for you rings

Beyond Time

Beyond Fate

Beyond the doors of Death’s Gate

To carry you Home

 

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A Day in December – Diary of Dreams

The Colours of Grey – Diary of Dreams

She and her Darkness – Diary of Dreams

 

A Winter to remember

A Winter to remember

27 November 2015

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Tipoeing in ice

Ballerina now frozen

The skidding Heart’s lurch

 

Space Time will now fold

Atoms drawn from mind’s patterns

Wilderness to hold

 

Games of cards will dice

Memories like fallen trees

Upon winter’s snow

 

Hark the axe’s rush

Hacking blue marks in the core

A sea of questions

 

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Amnesia’s dance

A glory of winding steps

As the feet would prance

 

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Colours dejection

When the world held stark the grey

Of bloom’s rejection

 

I buried flowers

Under ice-clad memories

Frozen seeds to sow

 

Seven moons whinnied

A carriage blew to nowhere

Ashes of our souls

 

I carved out the Light

A Winter to remember

Kindled from ember

 

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Once upon a December

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