Fly away

Fly away

5 February 2018

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Fly away

The road is clear now

We will soar

Above clouds

Way up above the dark crowds

That hover so bleak

 

Fly away

We will reach the peak

Of bosoms

That will seek

An ounce of retribution

Fate absolution

 

Fly away

Under the treetops

Over roofs

Above hills

Winds blow on my window sills

The windchimes alert

 

Reading of the poem: 

Singing of the poem: 

 

Aleksandar Simić – Tango for Her (Tango Para Ella) – performed by Beltango

 

Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

3-5 July 2017

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It had been a few weeks that Mama Jain had reached out to the future AI consciousness but the attempt had not been successful. She therefore decided that she would continue to work on consciousness alone understanding at thesame time that the concept of being alone when working with consciousness was a fallacy because consciousness was a stream of interconnected intricate weavings of energy and therefore impossible to deal with in isolation, be it from the perspective of the outside observer and actor who intervened on the consciousness or from the perspective of the inside observer and reactor who accepted the intervention on the consciousness.

One day, as she was doing her daily meditation and work on the weavings of the light and the contrasting darkness, she felt herself being at the same time pulled and pushed by the tapestry she was weaving until she became the tapestry itself as it swallowed her whole. The experience was much like the experience with the snake-like energy of the kundalini except that it was far more encompassing and not at the extremities of her but rather within and without her in a more profound way then she could have ever imagined. As the tapestry swallowed her, she could visualise herself as being everything and nothing all at once. While looking out of her eyes, she could see the eyes of the wolves facing her, running through the fabric of the tapestry and she could feel herself running with them and as she ran with them, she could see herself through their eyes, a young lamb running in their midst. Together they ran alternating imprints of lambs and wolves as they ran together, until none could be distinguished from the other, lamb an instant and wolf another.

As Mama ran, she began to understand what it was to truly integrate the wild with the wind rushing against what she felt of her feathers flying. Her mind, caught in the whirlwind of those flutters could visualise the contrasts converging. Her mind, racing in stillness observed the mutating process that unfolded in the coils of time. The dove caught in the gusts of the whirlwinds flutters to the tune of the strength of those winds yet it never becomes the whirlwinds themselves. Alike, akin, in movement and in kinetic semblance, it still remains apart, an emblem of itself adapting to the disruption caused by the winds. Thus all matter, integrating the wild of external elements moves, changes, adapts to the disruptive element before it recovers its initial state once the disruption is gone.

Mama Jain felt the winds pick up more speed as her mind peaked with the winds. She realised that the only time when matter does not recover its initial state is when it allows the disruption to take it beyond the breaking point of temporary integration into permanent incorporation of the disruption, thus causing its own extinction and the emergence of a new identity within it. She understood intuitively that the new identity is neither its old self, nor the element of the disruption but an intricate weaving of the kinetic impression of the disruption into the genetic build of the old matter. Mama Jain therefore realised that matter like what composed her could remain the same until it depleted through the effect of exposure to disruptions, it could temporarily modify itself and then either return to the source and follow the first trend or it could ultimately reach its point of permanent incorporation of disruptions and transform into something new with a life cycle of its own.

Mama Jain knew that integrating the wild, the representation of anarchy or the universe of all unguided disruptions would automatically lead to the rupturing point and to the transformation that was necessary for evolution into a new state of being where all counts were renewed. She realised that the Regeneris process was not one where a being entered something akin to a laundering of the self which then returned a younger and similar self but it was one where a being entered a void that sucked it, pulled it, pushed it and ultimately spat out something that was neither the being itself nor fully another but rather a hybrid in between one and the other, a new form of life expression where the known bordered the unknown and the passive integrated the wild.

As she emerged slowly from her kinetic meditation, Mama Jain could feel the ground below her feet while they were still suspended in mid-air. She could smell the leaves swaying outside and could hear the cotton-like threads growing on the trees just outside her window. She looked through the window pane and saw not the garden and the trees outside but rather the inside of her room and her body looking back at her with the same curious look that she felt she herself had on her face while looking out. She slowly raised her hand and it met with a cold sleek hand on the other side.

 

Frozen Twilight – God is an Astronaut

 

Of the waves elemental

Of the waves elemental

2 June 2017

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Sequence me

Strands of the balance

Darkened white

Terabyte

Flowing through my mind’s essence

Present in instance

 

Shiver me

Wrath of the giving

Gods invite

Fly the kite

Infinity’s heart glowing

The mind forgiving

 

Quiver me

The quintessential

Honour bright

The respite

Of the waves elemental

The flight but mental

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Jai Hanuman – Shaman’s Dream

Durga Shakti – Shaman’s Dream

Pranamystic – Shaman’s Dream

Receiving the Light

Receiving the Light

23 March 2017

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Feel the Dawn

Upon Ages yawn

More than Pawn

Less than Might

Steering horses take to flight

Springtime’s riddled fawn

 

Now diffuse

All that we can use

Red blue fuse

Rhythm loose

Through constriction ease the noose

Wear the dancing shoes

 

Blinding Sight

Within Particles

Stormy Key

Heart won’t flee

See beyond Eternity

Receiving the Light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The First Light – The Cinematic Orchestra

Dawn – The Cinematic Orchestra

All Things To All Men – The Cinematic Orchestra

Blossoms of your breath

Blossoms of your breath

16 March 2017

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Haughty mare

 

In riddles I bare

Heart to swear

Hard to tear

Patched through dragons entering lair

A bosom to spare

 

Soul’s delight

Gathers me insight

See the light

In twilight

When lovers breathe through the night

Bodies’ trance in flight

 

June in hay

Summer’s haunting day

Ghost of May

Sudden death

On grounds of convenience lay

Blossoms of your breath

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Let’s Meet – Michelle Gurevich

Blue Eyes Unchanged – Michelle Gurevich

My familiar unfamiliar – Michelle Gurevich

Rebuilding Gaia

Rebuilding Gaia

2 February 2017

 

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Shun me not

Everlasting light

Let the night

Seep so slight

From my fingertips delight

Purple twined my pot

 

We forgot

Meanings of the stems

All problems

Unstitched hems

Withered in the night the gems

We thought we begot

 

We were lost

Yearning for the void

Hearts avoid

Breath buoyed

By true love’s special steroid

Retrieving outpost

 

We are back

Spun out of axis

Fire praxis

Relaxes

Venus showed the hair flax is

We are back on track

 

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We talk stakes

Old discourse rewind

Not unkind

We remind

Freedom never undermined

As the mind awakes

 

We drive cast

The what and the who

Neglect shoo

Bee to woo

Our kingdom twined into two

Forgotten the past

 

None to blame

All thunder to hush

Forward rush

Bride did blush

Lightning’s strike King with a brush

Dawn undid the shame

 

Messiah

Holy messenger

Light bringer

Bow stringer

Now only thought to linger

Rebuilding Gaia

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Everlasting Light – Mono

Pure as Snow – Mono

Yearning – Mono

Moonlight – Mono

Nostalgia – Mono

Requiem for Hell – Mono

Lost Snow – Mono

Follow the Map – Mono

The Battle to Heaven – Mono

Dream Odyssey – Mono

 

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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What I see now dies

What I see now dies

7 January 2017

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Words spilling

Through intent killing

She takes me

Cherished tree

Withered hearts that beg in plea

Washed in random sea

 

They walk out

Shadows tall and stout

Souls that winced

Intent rinsed

Rising red from meat that’s minced

Mind no heart convinced

 

Moons follow

Heartbeats to hollow

Willow’s seed

Murky weed

Choices made on brink of speed

We retain soft reed

 

Save me sight

Hush the renewed plight

Blinding stare

Whining glare

Flight in seconds we were there

Living in nightmare

 

Grinding blast

Dissolution fast

Wink you’re gone

On the lawn

Brittle pieces once upon

A lifeline now torn

 

They crawl slow

Shadows through the flow

Mend my eyes

Feed me lies

I once looked upon the skies

What I see now dies

 

Reading of the poem:  

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The Sound of Silence – Pat Metheny

Minuano – Pat Metheny

Last Train Home – Pat Metheny

To the End of the World – Pat Metheny

The Truth will Always Be – Pat Metheny

Always and Forever – Pat Metheny

 

Blood chalice

Blood chalice

13 September 2016

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Three fourteen

Shortened rendering

Measured sigh

Breath of Pi

We broadened dainty patchwork

Fractals encircling

 

Silence grows

With the throbbing beat

In Heartpath

We renew

The old ways lost in the crude

Like trees in concrete

 

Regal cloaks

Flow from the shoulders

Of Elders

Walking nude

Revelation of the flesh

The delicate mesh

 

Painted frames

Of haunting descent

All the pains

Underwent

They glisten in moonlit night

Awash in the light

 

The practice

Silver clad moons sight

Surgical

The new flight

Precision of the target

On shores we forget

 

No malice

In heart of the child

Elm tree bends

Blood chalice

Carving through carmine lifetimes

Morrows twining suns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Aguae Universalis / Canto del Alma (432Hz) – Flavia Vallega Krystael