Keep the joy in you

Keep the joy in you

2 October 2018

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When loneliness spikes

When nostalgia the heart strikes

Keep the joy in you

 

When forest grows thick

When eyes of tears feel the prick

Keep the joy in you

 

When thoughts brain derange

When your spirits soul estrange

Keep the joy in you

 

When the bosom swells

When the mind descends in wells

Keep the joy in you

 

When your dreams die hard

Cling not on to wayward shard

Keep the joy in you

 

When things fall apart

Wait for the bright renewed start

Keep the joy in you

 

Reading of the poem: 

Perfect Symmetry – Lights & Motion

On the road to redemption

On the road to redemption

21 September 2018

 

Heavens’ bloom coughed mirth

Opposites struck many deals

Kindred spirits waned

 

Memories clung tight

On the road to redemption

Moonlight composed odes

 

Fierce energies collided

Futures vanished with no trace

Horizons were shorn

 

Heady scents lingered

On the road to redemption

Knees resisted weight

 

Words pricked my eardrums

Dreams of tomorrow caught up

Thoughts’ speed was worthless

 

Bluebells hung their head

On the road to redemption

Castles vanished fast

 

Reading of the poem: 

All I wanted – Daughter

 

Show me an arrow

Show me an arrow

13 September 2018

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We bask in the light

Summer suns a safe haven

Winter a shadow

 

Within chronicles

Yesterday’s dreams are waning

Particles of dust

 

Wandering crows meet

Blackened rooftops gain a shade

Crafty black in black

 

Blue ribbons scatter

Red garlands will drag along

Skies a jigsaw frame

 

I gather moonbeams

Pale lilies in the pond glow

Infinite glitter

 

Show me an arrow

I will show you bleeding bows

Harvests are meager

 

Fingers summon years

Tireless practice in the aim

Center of the heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Straight to the Heart – Sina Vodjani

Soul between two worlds

Soul between two worlds

4 July 2018

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The light plays with dark

Random pathways of glitter

Entwined creations

 

Scintillating beams

Whispers from lands of morrows

Otherworldly dreams

 

Enchantment in chest

Mind composing miracles

Soul between two worlds

 

Reading of the poem: 

Divine Overtone Chanting – Istvan Sky

Gathering the clouds

Gathering the clouds

21 February 2018

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Dream catcher

Weaving in moonlight

Steadfast light

Strange the night

The bride clad in eerie white

In the dark watcher

 

No regrets

Water roars in streams

Rivulets

In my dreams

Twenty three undone in seams

Twirling violets

 

Baleful looks

In between the books

She watches

Through the crowds

Sprinkled garlands of white shrouds

Gathering the clouds

 

Reading of the poem: 

Water shaman – Shaman Drum Journey & Koshi bells – Tantra Music | Calm

In between two minds

In between two minds

18 February 2018

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She watched as the visions of her invoking the rain unfolded but she was not determined yet to bring them into this reality. She surmised that when she had first stopped the rains with the combined effect of her worded intent and the shamanic trances with their resulting phoenix fires she had been fully possessed with the wrath of the phoenix so it had resulted in a heightened output of drought. The result was not just a cessation of rains but also a heightened temperature that was very unlikely for the season. She realised that for now she was only fully willing to bring in some winds to cool the otherwise unbearable temperature.

She came out of her trance and looked around her. She had to admit that even if it weren’t for the fact that she was in between two minds it would be difficult for her to bring back the rains on the land. They had indeed stripped her garden of its tall trees that had given her a connection to Gaia and she knew it was not possible for her to do the raindance in one of the parks where there were trees as people around her might call the police thinking her crazy. She wondered whether the smaller shrubs in her garden could give her a connection that was strong enough to allow the intent to penetrate Gaia’s core.

She knew that without Gaia’s collaboration even the strongest of Shamans would need at least a month in order to invoke rain after activation of the wrath of the phoenix which had released its flames into the atmosphere. She realised that having the rains come after the rainy season, especially if that season had been incredibly warm would seem too odd and perhaps someone would notice the discrepancies and that would create more problems for her. She wondered whether she should invoke the rain at all as her projects had still not come to fruition and she was not sure they would not interfere again in her life making it unbearable.

That night she went to bed early as the Mother had told her she wanted her to be available for a journey. As she fell asleep, she saw the beautiful face of the Mother who guided her and told her that she needed to journey to the land of ravens to make up her mind and see what sources of connection to Gaia she could use to manifest her intent into the world. Several months ago, the Mother had already told her that the beginning of the manifestation was by the written word that was like a magic scripture and that further intent with shamanic intensity as well as connection to Gaia had to be put in to manifest any reality that was linked to Gaia.

As she walked in the dream she saw ravens collect around her and some sat on her head and shoulders. They cawed loudly as she swayed to the hypnotic music that played somewhere in the distance. It was a mixture of drum beats and flute that echoed strangely across the empty lands. The ravens cawed in unison to the music and then rose above her head to form a swirling circle that looked like a whirlpool. While she gazed at the whirlpool she saw within it red poppies, bougainvillae and roses. The Mother told her that these would be her connection to Gaia and that she would need to hold the bougainvillae or the roses while she was doing the shamanic dance so that it would be more effective.

She wondered why the Mother had not simply told her which connection to use for Gaia but the Mother told her that Gaia like all other living beings had her own free will and chose freely how to connect with humans. That choice could only be voiced to humans in an altered state of consciousness through the portal that ravens created which is why she had had to journey to the land of ravens otherwise also known as the land in between mundane reality and the Netherworld. It was a land that one visited when in shamanic trance or within dreams. The Mother also told her that she would need to make up her mind on what she really wanted to do as manifesting something only worked when one was totally convinced that one wanted it to happen.

She shook her head and looked around her as she woke up from the dream. She was not sure she wanted to invoke the rain but at the same time she knew that if she kept the wrath of the phoenix alive then the land would be scorched in a few months as the temperature would keep rising higher. She realised that it would be easier if her projects had been fully successful as she could then be relaxed and dedicate her time to a successful outcome instead of being in between minds about the weather and not manifesting the rain.

She looked out of the window and pitch black met her gaze as there were no street lamps near her house and the moon was hidden. She squared her shoulders and looked back inside the room at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was tired and drawn. She needed to make up her mind on whether to carry out the shamanic dance using the points of connection shown in her dream. She could feel the Mother hovering in the air behind her. She hid her face in her hands for a few seconds and then turned to face the Mother…

 

The Call For Total Surrender – Byron Metcalf & Steve Roach

In my dreams

In my dreams

1 January 2018

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Changing sides

Black pawns in castle

Game hustle

Eyes sizzle

Stakes making my neck bristle

Hand on back that glides

 

Partner hides

Aces in the pack

Bring me back

Nerves that rack

Quest for needle in haystack

Lost with thread that slides

 

Careless rides

To edge of morrows

Puppet screams

In my dreams

Waking to my eyeborn streams

Wail in heart subsides

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sevdaliza – Bluecid