Solid ground denied

Solid ground denied

12 May 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

 

North and South battle

Irreconcilable straits

Conflict in bosom

 

Flourishing in reed

Graceful attire of heart

Swaying to the rhythm

 

Solid ground denied

My soul like a wild gypsy

Yearning for travel

 

 

Written in the context of Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 305 using conflict and gypsy. Rules and pingback here

Reading of the poem:

Sam Myers – I Got The Blues

I am gone

I am gone

30 March 2020

Courtesy desktopnexus.com

 

Did you see ?

The ripple-clad lake

In shining

Replicates

The wonders that we can be

When we’re pacified

 

Speak to me

The birds have lost songs

Their beaks blue

Like my soul

My mind relinquished control

The lack in your words

 

Hone me slow

Caress my feathers

I am gone

In song shrill

Birds calling on window sill

They follow shadows

 

Reading of the poem:

Within – Winter Aid

The Malachite Curse 5 : Who killed Cuifen?

The Malachite Curse 5 : Who killed Cuifen?

21 March 2020

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Ming-Hoa’s sight was darkening as he felt the pressure of Chow’s hands around his neck strengthen. Soon he would be reunited with Cuifen he thought for an eternity or at least until only their bones were left. Ming-Hoa believed that once the flesh was gone, the consciousness of the person was also gone unlike the other villagers who believed that the life energy ceased to exist once the breath had gone. He could feel the blood beat at his temples as he mechanically gasped for breath. Suddenly he felt himself freed from Chow’s clutch. Those restraining Ju-Long had come to his rescue and pulled her off him. The women came over to try and reason with Chow so that she would stop trying to go back and strangle Ming-Hoa.

 

Slowly it would seem that Chow had been reasoned into passivity, so the men returned to their rolling of the coffin on the platform. Somehow none of them felt it was safe enough to directly haul the coffin over their shoulders like they would normally do. Besides, with all the marble of the coffin it was easier to roll it to the graveyard than carry it. Ming-Hoa who was now freed from Chow’s vice-like grip was wailing and following Cuifen’s coffin, uttering from time to time nonsensical whimpers that sounded like muffled words. Eu-Meh thought she could hear something like “Three drops of blood”… “One minute you were”… “body so pure “… “why did you tear” “my ponytail”. She wondered whether Ming-Hoa had attempted to abuse Cuifen and subsequently murdered her when she refused. It all seemed so logical. She should remember to mention that to the police when they would come.

 

There was no policeman in their village, just one in the nearby village and it would take a day or two for him to come over. She knew that the inquest would have to be handled by more than just that policeman so he would need to wait for the other ones to arrive from the city. This could take another two or three days so the inquest would only start around a week from then. She wondered whether it was wise to already bury Cuifen and have her dug out when the inquest started. There had been one other murder a long time ago and although the murderer had been known, the inquest had still decided that the body must be dug up to corroborate the way the murder had been carried out and the murderer who had been responsible for that murder. She wondered whether she should ask the villagers to stop the burial but realized that everybody seemed to want to be rid of the sight of Cuifen dead.

 

Chow who had now been relatively quietened by the women was now following Eu-Meh. This latter slowed down so Chow could catch up with her. Without a word Eu-Meh put a reassuring arm around Chow sustaining her frame as she could see that the normally stoic Chow was very near to collapsing.

 

  • I think I know who killed Cuifen, she said in a hoarse whisper, but promise me you will not do anything if I tell you.

 

Gurdjieff / De Hartmann – Persian Song

 

Weaving compassion

Weaving compassion

2 June 2017

weaving pinterest bojan Jevtic
Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on pinterest.com

 

Flowers bloom

Piercing days of gloom

Daffodils

Run through hills

The sun lights daily passion

Weaving compassion

 

Reading of the poem: 

Weaving art kaleidoscope Bojan Jevtic
Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Art Kaleidoscope

Breath of Ma – Shaman’s Dream

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

drowning wifflegif com

Getting the Tune right

Getting the Tune right

11 September 2015

music pinterest com
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Tune into my mind

The dark waves that carry you

Distort frequencies

 

I will wash your spleen

Into clean iridescence

By Love now transformed

 

Give me your worries

I will chain them to the Earth

Lo! I break your clasp

 

Fly free in the skies

Reality is but clay

For you to model

.

veil riverbankoftruth com
Courtesy riverbankoftruth.com

 

The child within you

Is lost in the wilderness

Totems spare you fear

.

Simple is my tongue

Comprehension extended

To grant you solace

 

Let go of the weight

Love your only Totem lifts

Sets alive your Heart

 

Find my inner child

Let bonding bring a new growth

Past fears we’ve hidden

.

Love Marisha Karto peupledepapier blogspot com
Courtesy Marisa Karto on peupledepapier.blogspot.com

 

Feel through the abyss

For your Heart’s music to set

Getting the Tune right

 

I will feed you fruit

Plucked from heavenly pastures

Of our own bearing

 

We will taste honey

From bees flying in freedom

Humbling greatest breeds

.

We will colour Life

Now passion beyond reason

To music reposed

.

music thespiritguidenetwork co uk
Courtesy thespiritguidenetwork.co.uk