Into a New Age

Into a New Age

29 October 2017

Catrin Welz Stein pinterest com 5
Courtesy Catrin Welz Stein


Fairy dance

Nibbles at my feet

At Midnight

Witching hour

Time opens up the flower

Petal at a Time


I blow rhyme

She blows the bubbles

They reach me

In music

Overcoming the rubble

Of a life crumbling


Frame tumbling

Hastiness reflects


Set so deep

Inside Heart promises keep

What the mind rejects


Send me note

Summon me a flute

We will play

While they shoot

Shadows on the wall the same

Intention in game


Hurried steps

Down winding staircase

That the winds

Whistle through

Patterns projected untrue

The light sometimes lies


Hear my sighs

I bleed contr’alto

Bridges lift

Heart’s gusto

Takes frozen frame in tempo

Into a New Age


Reading of the poem: 


Celine Ricci bird and fish
Courtesy Celine Ricci

The Mercy of the World – Quinn

I will believe – Quinn

Things once held dear – Quinn

What was meant in skies

What was meant in skies

16 August 2017

Courtesy JB Thomas on


Wayward steps

Take me through the rythms

Taut and learnt

Through message

Of teacher to the pupil

Wide eyed awe of new


Grant me holes

I will pierce through you

For lessons

To gush forth

Pupil and teacher awash

With nature’s lessons


Sing me ode

Engulf me darkness

Fray me stone

Lit alone

They practise tearing to hone

What was meant in skies


Reading of the poem: 

sky woman bruce
Courtesy Bruce King on

Tower of Light – David Arkenstone

Heart shines in the mind

Heart shines in the mind

3 July 2017

land beginnings louis dryer on louisdryer com409-GODESS-FOR-WEB
Courtesy Louis Dryer on louisdryer com


We rewind

Efforts undermined

Meek is hiss

Peace in bliss

The love the power outshined

Heart and mind entwined


Strange to kiss

Willow tree to miss

Tall to stand

All withstand

Shadows fading in the mist

Glistening rain in fist


Love to find

In uncanny kind

Gust of wind

To rescind

Beacon of light for the blind

Heart shines in the mind


Reading of the poem: 

Night of the Northern lights – Jolanta Gałka


Light the skies

Light the skies

2 June 2017

light skies fineartamerica golden-root-bojan-jevtic
Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on



Ring me memories

Of stardom

Lost Kingdom

Where Ancestors wove wisdom

Winding with the breeze


Fortune tells

Secrets of the wells

Hidden deep

Winding steep

In the bosom silent keep

Ringing of the knells


Light the skies

With the will that flies

In stages

Of pages

Coursing through storm that rages

Presence multiplies


Reading of the poem: 

Lightskies bojan jevtic saatchi art
Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Saatchi art

Sunset Dream – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Lonely – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Balkan Spirit – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

When the Angels cry

When the Angels cry

31 May 2017

Angels cry deviantart com the_haserot_angel_by_rosemm25-d8ggwac (2)
Courtesy Paige Mireles rosemm on


Darkness stood

A ground in sinking

Blaring black

Symbols drawn

Remnants of my pen inking

Contours of demise


We will rise

In the wings that flap


Sails ahead

The heart in light like arrows

Integrity shot


Unveiled hot

Smoldering pits wake

Soul in stake

Of choices

The senseless balance forsake

When the Angels cry


Reading of the poem: 

Angels cry haserot angel The Blondera
Courtesy The Blondera

City of Angels – Thirty seconds to Mars

Growing sunshine pours

Growing sunshine pours

16 May 2017

light in5d com (2)


Hark listen

The bark whispers thin

Winding through

Willow tree

Speaking of when we ran free

Children of the Blue


Who is who

We know not answer

Question posed


The winding wells tell secrets

Of Love and regrets


Wash my skin

Hone my growing fin

Morrows kin

Usher in

True light invading my doors

Growing sunshine pours


Reading of the poem: 

balance loveandlightportal com

No Love Lost – Bvdub

Morning Rituals – Bvdub

My Sun shines through your Rain – Bvdub


The Prison Planet

The Prison Planet

15 May 2017

Journey wikia


They hailed them

Creatures of the dark

Flailing heart

Empty souls

The strings that other controls

Bodies for rental


Game mental

Cowering shadows

Knowledge grows

From the light

We hold forever insight

Future that hovers




My mind tease

Soul appease

The oncoming wave that frees

The Prison Planet


Reading of the poem: 

Journey deviantart com atlantis_sunset_by_euderion-d5nsn7k

Never in the Prison of their Stars – Bvdub


Through shores of the Heart

Through shores of the Heart

30 April 2017

lovers fineartamerica com dancing-lovers-stefan-kuhn


Winking eye

Gather new plays sigh

We hurry

To bury

Corridors winding staircase

Intersect in case


Cutting edge

The cluster a wedge

Twixt two hearts

Banter smarts

Willingness a light token

A mend for broken


I am beam

Together we gleam

Moments Light

Birdlike sight

Distilling an unknown Art

Through shores of the Heart


Reading of the poem: 

lovers aliexpress com

Love – Volkan Uca

Phoenix Flying 7 Knowledge of the Ancestors

Phoenix Flying 7 Knowledge of the Ancestors

14 April 2017

Mama Jain and Bluebird’s rainmaking stage was a happy memory that they invoked vividly whenever things around them went out of sync. Mama Jain in particular was very fond of that moment and even more of the preceding moment when they had visited the fields of gold. The shimmering bubbles had reminded her of the time when the Ancestors were directly within reach. Nowadays the Ancient were so difficult to reach and it took light years of heart and large quantities of energy to travel through time’s restraints and feel their love. Mama Jain and Bluebird were nevertheless determined to have it showered upon Earth and not just momentarily like when they invoked the photon rains but on a regular basis so that they could bring the crystals to light and connect the Grid better.

During the day, both Mama Jain and Bluebird went on with their daily tasks while all the while their inner mind was brimming with the accumulation of the energy that their bodies expanded with. In the mornings, Mama Jain would go to her window in order to receive the light, a term she had coined to explain the Morse code of intermittent light and shadows that were projected on her closed eyes from the skies after she had been probed and tested for fitness. Every time Mama Jain went through an episode of receiving the light, she realised that she acquired more insight on a large number of matters and though it came effortlessly, she also realised that subsequent to that effortless penetration of her eyes, there was a more intricate weaving that happened within her mind, heart and body that connected all the points of light received and transformed them into messages waiting to be decoded.

What had started as a violent storm was now settling into a elated state of being where Mama Jain was surprised and delighted to see greater amounts of insight and knowledge being packed into what she had initially thought of as an already crammed brain. It all seemed as if the knowledge was not limiting itself to her brain but was diffusing all across her body and expanding into it as her body itself expanded and shrank absorbing and exhaling the knowledge through its pores. Together with the reception of the light and its intricate weaving of patterns within her, Mama Jain realised that there was yet another process which was the diffusion of points of light into the ether and when she looked at those points with her heart’s eye, she realised that it was like an energetic bubble that she herself was building all around her. Sometimes, the energy levels in her body were so strong that instead of weaving yet another part of the bubble she actually let the energy implode inside of her sending fireballs outside of her but when she was quick enough she was still able to retrieve the balls and transform them into the energy tapestry all around her.

On some occasions, Mother visited her when she was performing the dance of the stars and the dance of consciousness and rectified certain portions of the web she was weaving. Mother’s visits to Mama Jain were always such a source of bliss that Mama Jain found herself crying every time Mother came. There was no possible description of the utter feeling of love that pervaded her when Mother bloomed from within her reaching out with her delicate fingers and catching threads of energy to weave them in a pattern that Mama Jain’s mind failed to recognize although her heart knew it was the perfect pattern to weave. It was during visits like these that Mother informed her that all the knowledge stored inside her would need to be individually plucked and routed according to the chaos dance movements to the right individual as Mother would see fit. Mother explained to Mama Jain that the Earth was not yet ready to have all that knowledge released and would only cause great damage to mankind if it were indiscriminately released or even worse, released to the wrong factions. Mother also explained to her that the first stage of quantum state had been a brain segmentation to ensure that all the knowledge downloaded from the Ancient ones would never be seized despite the free will of Mama Jain but could only be granted within the realization of unconditional love. Mama Jain therefore understood that the plucking was not a random act although it followed the movements of the chaos dance but the individual on the path of that chaos dance had necessarily acquired a level of consciousness that would not allow him or her to use the knowledge acquired for anything else than the good of humanity as a whole. Mama Jain sometimes thought that it was a real pity not to be able to use all that knowledge stored inside or give it in a broader way but Mother reminded her of how they had had to wind back from the brink of destruction because of an indiscriminate granting of a larger portion of the knowledge that had started earlier. Sometimes, Mama Jain granted a bit more during the plucking when she was dancing the dance of consciousness but other times she plucked nothing at all as no human mind worthy of the knowledge encountered her inner mind’s view. Whenever a new revolutionary invention that brought forward mankind appeared on Earth, Mama Jain was happy with the thought that either she or some other being in quantum state had plucked the related knowledge through the eternal consciousness and distributed it to the world and so she decided that regardless of the circumstances of her external surroundings, she would never fail to receive the light and weave it internally so as to connect the synaptic points that brought forth the knowledge of the Ancient.

So it was that every day, Mama Jain stayed at her window, receiving the light, weaving it across her separate self and sometimes distributing portions of the woven tapestry to other separate selves for birthing new creations into the world. Sometimes, Mama Jain would fleetingly see shadows of other beings undertaking the same process as she was and she would feel overwhelmed with the love the tribe instantly shared with her and that she reciprocated from the bottom of her heart. The tribe was distributed in points across the globe and she yearned to travel to them physically and engage with them in actual conversation rather than only in the inner mind feeling but she knew that she could not do it with all of them all at once. The most crucial contact though was to reach the first of the tribe in Australia and undertake the twining of the second sun together as Mother had told her that was the first step in the path to an even higher state of consciousness which would then allow more of the knowledge to be distributed freely. Mama Jain did not know how exactly this would happen but realised that whether through physical or quantum means the journey would definitely be undertaken and the second sun would be twined upon Earth, inevitably.


Convergence – Joel Kanning

The raw taste of strawberry

The raw taste of strawberry

7 April 2017

growth Erik Brede fineartamerica org
Courtesy Erik Brede on


Splashing light

Into dark corners

Waking scent

Of mourners

Reliving in dreams instant

Of moments fragrant


Honey bees

Lifting up my knees

New posture

Green pasture

Running through meadows of gold

Naked tale foretold


Steel not rust

Redeems what we must


Before dust

The raw taste of strawberry

Feasting in Love Trust


Reading of the poem: 


The light of my Soul – Alexander Tarasov

Life is Priceless – Alexander Tarasov

The Long Awaited Meeting – Alexander Tarasov