In Time we will see them flourish

In Time we will see them flourish
7 July 2022
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Seek me in the rivers that flow stark
I have given in to the tides that all embrace
yielding into the deltas that claim more
that demand from all the very core

I will gaze upon the sun unflinching
the memories of you lying intact
unravelling in a world we never touch
as I watch your dark wings glowing

Laying on a bed of flowers exhaling
scent of jasmine, rose and moonflowers
I am one with my other face hidden
deep into the water it slowly grows

What is you has now become me, us
and what I am I know exists no more
yet I explore the emptiness of your face
translucent, aglow, it escapes physicality

I look beyond the life we never had
beyond stolen instances of nighttime 
into the compressed breaths taken
to construe a world beyond the world

We will sing sweet and soft lullabies 
to the unborn children we raised
in our mind’s eye they roam playgrounds
sitting in the recesses of my bosom

We keep and weep within my bosom
withered like an old nun’s gait
it speaks of unraveled moments
In Time we will see them flourish

Reading of the poem:
I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

Tomorrow I will bear no weight

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
24 June 2022
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Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent 
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow

I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more

Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest

My brain will build tall citadels 
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops

There are fleeting looks encircled 
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray

Reading of the poem: 
Adam Hurst - Reflection

The slow mist covered soft

The slow mist covered soft

10 March 2020

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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

When dark contains sight

When dark contains sight

21 October 2018

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Within a day dream

I gather features of past

In ribbons of kites

 

Sunshine awakens

Contentment a numbness sought

Shutting out the light

 

The breath a constraint

Recollections dark matter

Regrets confinement

 

There flies a small space

Extending light particles

Between you and me

 

I breathe in hollow

Extensions of my soul seep

Into the twilight

 

The play of shadows

A riddle for the seeker

When dark contains sight

 

Reading of the poem: 

Space song – Beach house

 

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

 

On the river bank

On the river bank

16 September 2018

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The woods’ outline was cool and comforting against the blue skies in the scorching heat that she could feel rise to a peak level again. She moved swiftly towards it and gladly delved into the first cluster of roots and leaves that lay at the outskirts of the woods. Her skin feverishly welcomed the dew that fell off the leaves onto her arms. She stooped further as a heavy branch hid the way to the inside of the woods and crossing underneath it reached a small clearing.

The air was filled with the smell of moss growing all around under the trees. The smell of it felt like heaven to her after her time in the city. There was also a strong smell of burnt wood and she wondered where it came from. She ventured further into the woods following the smell of the burnt wood until she arrived to another clearing and found a tree that had been split into two, visibly struck by lightning, the two sides charred and fallen to the ground. The center of the tree was still fuming a bit and she could sense humming all around it.

She looked around and saw a swarm of bees all around the neighbouring trees. She wondered whether they had been in the tree before it had been burnt down. She was a little apprehensive on whether the bees would attack her as they seemed quite restless but they only circled around her and never dived upon her to sting her. The way they were hovering around, they seemed to be dancing and she found that quite odd. Suddenly they stopped their movement and after a few seconds they flew in group towards a spot at the end of the clearing.

She ran after the bees, eager to see what had drawn them there. In the distance she could see lights flickering. She wondered if there were people in the woods out here like her to escape the heat of the city. She hid behind one of the trees near the end of the clearing and watched intently as the lights drew closer. She realised that the lights were coming over a stretch of water that started at the end of the clearing. She looked further and found out that it was actually a large river. The lights came over the edge of the river and stopped on the river bank.

She came out of her hiding place behind the trees and stared curiously at the lights. There seemed to be nothing holding them up there, not even an insect. She reached out to the lights and could feel a tingling feeling at the tip of her fingers. The river bank softly gave way under her feet and she seemed to be sinking as she could no longer feel the earth underneath. At the same time, the lights seemed to move closer to her or perhaps she was moving closer to hem. She could feel their warmth as they engulfed her…

 

The river on the sky – Stive Morgan

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

Time and Time again

Time and Time again

8 April 2018

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She looked out of the window at a blue sky full of fluffy clouds. Ironically the clouds reminded her of how the memories of him were slowly fading. She had known him once with utmost certainty but now she was not sure anymore. She thought back to their first encounter. Not the one she remembered consciously but the one that had been at the back of her mind when they had met fleetingly on the small strip before the beach. When she had glanced at him then and her eyes had met his she had known deep in her heart that it was him but the thought had been so preposterous that she had had to brush it aside, grit her teeth and walk on. She had then seen him go into a sports car that was parked on that strip.

For years the memory had haunted her. The thought that she had walked beside the love of her life and not had the courage to take a chance and speak to him had weighed her down for years. Then he had reappeared in her life. First in a ghost-like form with no words said but for the evanescent image of him. Then with increasing precision in the form to which was added a telepathic communication. She wondered whether he was aware at all of this or if she was the only one seeing and hearing him. His spirit-like presence then became a daily routine in her life but left her with the ache of not having him around in flesh and blood.

She turned back from the window and glanced around the room which was submerged in pale light coming from the one window that was open. The room reeked of wasted memories and unshed tears. She wished she could turn back time and go back to that moment to see if she could change the course of fate but she knew it was not possible here and now. It reassured her to think that there was a version out there in the Multiverse where she had taken that risk and was perhaps growing old with the love of her life. He whispered in her head that he would come to her Time and Time again when the elements were favourable. It reassured her even more to think that maybe serendipity would put them both on the same path again. In Time. She smiled a wane smile before the tears finally welled in her eyes.  Someday…Somewhere…In Time…

 

Somewhere in Time – Maksim Mrvica

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