A sunshine eclipse
7 November 2018
A random feather
Reaching out within my hands
Painting skies in bands
A chill in winter
Marking cold territories
Mars Hatter to please
A sunshine eclipse
Nights longer than the rainbow
Solar son to know
Reading of the poem:
Travelling Light – Tindersticks
The Shaman Tales 2: Rain down on me
15 February 2018
The Mother talked to her of nightly visits, of flights in the sky and children with hawk-like beaks and human bodies that traveled in between worlds. The Mother watched over her and reassured her that soon things would be back to normal and she should then bring back rains to the land. According to the Mother it had all been a combination of a mistake on behalf of one faction and a test on behalf of another who had not synchronised their actions with the first faction. The result had been a messy situation where she had got hurt and her livelihood had been stripped from her. The Mother reassured her that nobody had had the intention of really harming her.
As she woke up, she remembered the Mother’s words and realised that it was probably going to be true as her situation was slowly but surely improving. All that had been done to her was fading and the impact would soon be gone if the projects she was working upon were successful. She realised that even though she did not have a positive outcome yet she would have to start her dance with the spirits of the rain as she could not wait until the rainy season was over. It would indeed appear odd if she were to invoke the rains totally outside of the rainy season. Besides she knew that she had put in so much strength when invoking the fires of the phoenix that it would take her at least a week of raindance to get the rain started again. She wondered whether they had realised that she had invoked the spirits of the drought or whether they had simply stopped interfering with her situation regardless of that.
Slowly but surely, she aligned her intent with the positioning of the spirits and began to sway internally and outwards. In sync with the beats and therefore the frequency of the thunder clouds, she danced consciously joining hands with the spirits and twirling with them above the desert sands. This time they gathered clouds and made sure they impregnated them with the intent of water so that they could slowly be charged and subsequently wet the lands with their content. She wondered whether she would need them to seed the clouds that they formed or whether the dance alone would be enough to invoke the rains.
Onwards she twirled with the spirits, her astral body gleaming in the sunlight and she did not stop until the night fell around her body equally twirling on the ground far below. She continued dancing to the moon conjuring its rays so that the waters in the sea would swell and impregnate further the clouds. Her body rocked with the intensity of the thunderbolts that shot through it and her hair stood at ends under the effect of the mini lightning rays that her dance provoked. Her astral body left a trail of steam that was strewn across the sky as she pulled intended blankets of clouds over the sun. Day after day she continued this exercise until the Mother told her that it was now enough and the rains would arrive shortly. She raised high her hands above her head, aligned her pineal gland with her vagus nerve, twirled her body one way and its opposite and let out a guttural cry like the shamans of old before yelling « Rain down on me ». The sky darkened, lightning appeared in the horizon as the clouds broke into corridors of darkened fluffy balls and the rain showered the lands.
Dark Brew – Byron Metcalf
Raven Medicine – Byron Metcalf
Dance of the Heart Voyagers – Byron Metcalf-Mark Seelig
Prayer to the One
3 July 2017
Mind aglow
Weaving through the flow
Land to sow
New rainbow
Heartbeats of anger to slow
Compassion to grow
Blow conceit
Bury the deceit
Three to greet
One to treat
The dark powers meet defeat
In the one way street
Hate to shun
Days roll into fun
Dread undone
Through the Sun
Remnants of darkness white spun
Prayer to the One
Reading of the poem:
The Angels Voice – Diane Arkenstone
Meanings of the Light
31 May 2017
Inspire me
Icicles forming
Around stars
Swallowed through
The lungs throbbing in new hue
Rainbow pastures fly
We don’t die
Realms of Unity
Breaking forth
Forts us hold
We listen to stories told
On brink of shadows
Raise in rows
The withered and small
Hear the call
Overhaul
Fluttering ravens recall
Meanings of the Light
Reading of the poem:
The Race – Thirty seconds to Mars
The Devil’s Wife 4: Threads of sunshine
12 March 2017
She looked out of the window and saw a gloomy sky filled with clouds from where the rain was falling on the flowers in the garden . It was such a rare sight that she took the time to watch as the drops fell first softly on the petals and then more heavily slowly filling up the pots where the flowers were arranged neatly at the edge of the lawn. She could almost sense the soil getting engorged with the pouring rain.
She fought back the urge to run out into the garden and dance in the rain like she had done a couple of weeks before and instead slowly lowered the curtains cutting off her view. She had sensed his presence behind her and it seemed he wanted to talk to her now while it had been a few weeks that he had remained silent. She turned towards him and asked if he wanted her to be seated and he answered that he did not mind either way. It irritated her that he seemingly gave her the choice while she felt that lately it was he who was making all the decisions. She glanced at her toes stubbornly, taking her time to respond. He laughed gently mocking her and calling her a spoilt brat. She sighed and finally chose to sit seemingly opposite him
She glanced at the watch and noted that like every time he came the clock digits added up to one of the numbers between 6, 8 and 10 or were a repetition of the same number. Right now, the clock was indicating 3:33. It does not mean anything, he said. That too irritated her, as she clucked internally against his propensity to predict her reactions and comment upon what she was thinking. I can do more, he said. Like what, she answered defiantly knowing very well what he meant. You know what, he said still smiling, his face immense behind her eyelids as she insistently closed them to avoid looking at where he was standing. She mentally dared him to and he made her lift an arm first sideways and then up as if she were waving to someone. I could be doing that on my own and not you controlling my limbs, she voiced sullenly and he made her tilt abruptly her head to one side and then to the other repeatedly. Really, he said mockingly again though his touch on her back was tender. What about frontwards she said and he refused saying her shoulders were too knotted and he would hurt her if he were to do that. Then again that might just convince you to stop daring me he said as he gently massaged the base of her neck and shoulders easing the strain at the back of her neck.
All of a sudden, he ceased his massage and abruptly made her head tilt forward and sway to the right with her left hand lifting high above her head and madly moving from one side to the other. She felt no pain but was irritated again at how easy it was for him to do that without even touching her. He laughed again and her irritation disappeared as his handsome smiling face loomed in front of her closed eyelids. She turned around and kissed him and once again was amazed at how that simple gesture could totally stop anything else he was making her do and be filled with the desire to please her. He kissed her back, lips softening against hers and letting go of her hands and head which stopped their swaying movements.
Where have you been these past weeks she reproached and he grinned his childish devilish grin that always made her catch her breath. I have been right here with you he said but you were distraught, not paying attention to me so I let you have some alone time. I don’t want alone time she voiced against his lips her eyes wide open now. Really, he chuckled making her right arm lift again and wave madly. Jabberwocky he said laughing and she could not resist laughing too. You’re such a devil she said, still smiling and he let go of her making his way towards the curtains which he raised slowly. The rain had stopped and threads of sunshine invaded the room as the curtains slowly lifted. I like to watch you in the light these days he said his shimmering figure set against the backdrop of a beautiful rainbow as the sun literally clung to him…
The Devil’s tears – Angus & Julia Stone
All of Me – Angus & Julia Stone
For You – Angus & Julia Stone
Of Love’s impression
2 March 2017
Dejection
The unworthy choice
The healers
Light dealers
Taking a step into pain
Miss taking on rain
Projection
Untimely intent
Choose afresh
Break the mesh
Be not mermaids of the old
Heart forever cold
Injection
Suffuse your wane frames
Quit the games
Played in Thames
We the River put to flames
Of Love’s impression
Reading of the poem:
But The World Goes ‘Round – Liza Minnelli
All The Way – Liza Minnelli
The Man I Love (New York, New York) – Liza Minnelli
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Deleting the Sun
11 January 2017
Black rain fell
Like coloured concept
Our hearts ink
Sinking pink
Moving to Chinese landscapes
Mock land of the One
Children tell
Of stories now swept
Memories
Moving trees
Sometimes the Mind the Heart shapes
Removing the fun
When hearts sell
The brides maids that wept
Fallen leaves
The mind grieves
The soul heart and mind escapes
Deleting the Sun
Reading of the poem:
Clouds – Abel Korzeniowski
Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light
14 August 2016
Come feed me your night in cosmic swirling
In black holes that swoon through tempest of day
Molten sun and moon in my veins blood sway
To rhythm of your flight in the soul twirling
Through purple twilight like cloak unfurling
Fresh rains of monsoon sprinkling scent of hay
Nightingales that croon to end of dismay
Your shadow in sight meets toe uncurling
Cover my lips sigh with your breath in haze
Birth my frame tremor of drowsy delight
For hearts don’t deny when mind is in daze
When the cheeks’ palour shows foregone the fight
Spill in waters high all your sunshine’s glaze
Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light
Reading of the poem:
Meet me by the Water – Rachel Yamagata
Trinity within my Blues
30 December 2015
Fireworks game of stars
Coloured skies vivid flashes
Cool winter’s heating
Instill me silence
From the depths of Mother’s womb
Amnesia’s flowers
A pile of memories
Waiting to catch moonlight’s fire
Insidious rainbows
Red, green, blue, closed hue
Punctuation keeps me sane
Kaleidoscope’s lane
I walk through dreamtime
Cast are the chains of my past
In shadowless groves
Hollow eyes perceive
The shades in between the lights
Darkness plays in squares
Tight-lipped goddesses
Bathing in sun-kissed waters
Emancipation
The old man bled seas
The whales and the mobs freed him
Flags burnt in red skies
You and I kissed sweet
The parting of forever
Between lips and teeth
Sealed in a heartbeat
Promises of stones and cuffs
Slinking pets’ cages
My mind a forest
Tall trees, shrubs, waterfalls crept
Stillness their white tomb
A story breathed hard
A death like many others
Penance for waking
Ten thousand spilled forth
Gushing from open gash fled
Tails and tales for Heads
I gathered hinges
Old creaking doors I mended
Parts solace of whole
In between keyholes
Rays of light played with the sun
Games of promises
Three more from thirteen
Trinity within my blues
Jazzy end to days
Morpheus – Sonne Hagal
Silence – Sonne Hagal
The Shapes of Things to Come – Sonne Hagal
Black Spring – Sonne Hagal