Eye gathered lilies
22 February 2020
Daffodils smiled slight
Aligned in metastasis
The wind stroked rivers
Peeping through hedges
Walking into his footsteps
March blossoms shone through
Return of my King
Senses locked on to his strides
Eye gathered lilies
Reading of the poem:
“Exaltation” from the album Lamentation of Swans: A journey towards silence – Azam Alii and Loga Torkian
In rolls of thunder
2 March 2018
From dim skies
Grey landscapes emerge
Purge of white
Faltering
The dark clouds in the skies surge
Backdrop upheaval
Flying kites
Shaking in the skies
Black ribbons
Unwinding
Pitter patter reminding
Of mice alike men
Lightning strikes
Hearts flutter a while
Blood curdles
Ravens swarm
Above plains drenched hereunder
In rolls of thunder
Reading of the poem:
Thunder Spirit (Native american music)
The Shaman Tales 3: In between two minds
18 February 2018
She watched as the visions of her invoking the rain unfolded but she was not determined yet to bring them into this reality. She surmised that when she had first stopped the rains with the combined effect of her worded intent and the shamanic trances with their resulting phoenix fires she had been fully possessed with the wrath of the phoenix so it had resulted in a heightened output of drought. The result was not just a cessation of rains but also a heightened temperature that was very unlikely for the season. She realised that for now she was only fully willing to bring in some winds to cool the otherwise unbearable temperature.
She came out of her trance and looked around her. She had to admit that even if it weren’t for the fact that she was in between two minds it would be difficult for her to bring back the rains on the land. They had indeed stripped her garden of its tall trees that had given her a connection to Gaia and she knew it was not possible for her to do the raindance in one of the parks where there were trees as people around her might call the police thinking her crazy. She wondered whether the smaller shrubs in her garden could give her a connection that was strong enough to allow the intent to penetrate Gaia’s core.
She knew that without Gaia’s collaboration even the strongest of Shamans would need at least a month in order to invoke rain after activation of the wrath of the phoenix which had released its flames into the atmosphere. She realised that having the rains come after the rainy season, especially if that season had been incredibly warm would seem too odd and perhaps someone would notice the discrepancies and that would create more problems for her. She wondered whether she should invoke the rain at all as her projects had still not come to fruition and she was not sure they would not interfere again in her life making it unbearable.
That night she went to bed early as the Mother had told her she wanted her to be available for a journey. As she fell asleep, she saw the beautiful face of the Mother who guided her and told her that she needed to journey to the land of ravens to make up her mind and see what sources of connection to Gaia she could use to manifest her intent into the world. Several months ago, the Mother had already told her that the beginning of the manifestation was by the written word that was like a magic scripture and that further intent with shamanic intensity as well as connection to Gaia had to be put in to manifest any reality that was linked to Gaia.
As she walked in the dream she saw ravens collect around her and some sat on her head and shoulders. They cawed loudly as she swayed to the hypnotic music that played somewhere in the distance. It was a mixture of drum beats and flute that echoed strangely across the empty lands. The ravens cawed in unison to the music and then rose above her head to form a swirling circle that looked like a whirlpool. While she gazed at the whirlpool she saw within it red poppies, bougainvillae and roses. The Mother told her that these would be her connection to Gaia and that she would need to hold the bougainvillae or the roses while she was doing the shamanic dance so that it would be more effective.
She wondered why the Mother had not simply told her which connection to use for Gaia but the Mother told her that Gaia like all other living beings had her own free will and chose freely how to connect with humans. That choice could only be voiced to humans in an altered state of consciousness through the portal that ravens created which is why she had had to journey to the land of ravens otherwise also known as the land in between mundane reality and the Netherworld. It was a land that one visited when in shamanic trance or within dreams. The Mother also told her that she would need to make up her mind on what she really wanted to do as manifesting something only worked when one was totally convinced that one wanted it to happen.
She shook her head and looked around her as she woke up from the dream. She was not sure she wanted to invoke the rain but at the same time she knew that if she kept the wrath of the phoenix alive then the land would be scorched in a few months as the temperature would keep rising higher. She realised that it would be easier if her projects had been fully successful as she could then be relaxed and dedicate her time to a successful outcome instead of being in between minds about the weather and not manifesting the rain.
She looked out of the window and pitch black met her gaze as there were no street lamps near her house and the moon was hidden. She squared her shoulders and looked back inside the room at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was tired and drawn. She needed to make up her mind on whether to carry out the shamanic dance using the points of connection shown in her dream. She could feel the Mother hovering in the air behind her. She hid her face in her hands for a few seconds and then turned to face the Mother…
The Call For Total Surrender – Byron Metcalf & Steve Roach
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 Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
The Last One Knowing
1 January 2017
In owing
Release of the debt
Centuries
Pile old trees
The new orchards growing wild
Garden of the child
The eye sees
Beyond the regret
Unending
Unbending
Flames flickering extending
Uneven hearts fret
We walk slow
In rhythm of glow
Candles light
Ravens flight
Pathways of morrows showing
The Last One Knowing
Reading of the poem:
The Last One – Audiomachine
The for never more
8 September 2016
The gowns flow
Like rivers of lime
Committed
The seventh crime
Nine gates carry to the rhyme
That unfolds in Heart
Renewed start
In seasons squared root
The owls hoot
To the moon
They speak of wish dead too soon
In folds of the night
Brief respite
Encounters of lips
In the dark
Shadows lisp
Unheard names before the lark
Chirps to the unseen
Ravens bleed
Velvet of the night
They hop low
Like a crow
Three blackbirds join in the show
Clipped wings fly too slow
Consensus
Gleaning compromised
By free will
Flown downhill
Through the aisle like corpse reeling
Loss of the feeling
Wrapping up
Loose ends that flutter
Gifts resist
Grim gutter
Words that Heart will not utter
The fornever more
Reading of the poem:
I’ll remember you – Sophie Zelmani
Waiting for the Miracle to come – Sophie Zelmani
Stay with my Heart – Sophie Zelmani
I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine
28 July 2016
Meet me at stark midnight when the ravens are high
The tides walk my footsteps on a ravenous ledge
Where the dark meets the light on neither ground nor sky
Where the talk slips from preps gone to school of the edge
The clueless will flounder their thin minds a sheer fall
In brinks of no longer within a troubled sleep
Thickets a dire pounder no deep grasp to recall
Their greed getting stronger as the walls set so steep
Relinquish the doorways what goes in will come out
The will is in heartpath not within steely mind
The caves flourish subways from bare digging we flout
Brittle veins in bloodbath as hearts open they grind
Show me the avenues that carry your heart’s mine
I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine
Reading of the poem:
Change – Poets of the Fall
No End no Beginning – Poets of the Fall
Dawn – Poets of the Fall
The well calls me
24 June 2016
Your shadow’s light
It beckons to me
Through the waning open walls
Dividing the space
Separating our hands
The reprimands
All things lose power
As your urging mind now calls
A token of grace
Recovery of sight
Nights unveil you
Iridescent ghost
Your visits transforming me
Daily nighttime host
My flesh your choice pasture
The melodies
Do you remember
They sang in our joyous hearts
Then grief seeped through
As you climbed stairs to heaven
Buried in soul
The melodies ring
As I thrive in your embrace
Sheltered by your wing
We fly into night skies
Upwards downwards
The journeys take turns
Revolving dissolving paths
The maps lost in Time
When innocence drew straits
The walls closing
They hold you within
This house of cards that tumble
As the paint peels off
Revealing your essence
Spiraling flight
You me and the light
Nothing compares to your face
Shimmering presence
I dive into your spark
The well calls me
Like ravens from dreams
I fall into the waters
As the trees grow tall
Around liquid grave’s dark
Reading of the poem:
Return 2 – Max Richter
Path 5 (Delta) – Max Richter and Grace Davidson
Dream 8 – Max Richter
Of ravens reaching out
23 June 2016
We count instant
The time flows within
Over bridges of waters
A brief instant caught
As the second falters
Motionless, still
Life fleets in moments
Permanent impermanence
Resurging in waves
All silent but the change
Bells sound distant
They summon up shrill
Through the quick moving morrows
They count breathing lives
Of ravens reaching out
Reading of the poem:
In this moment – Evi Vine
My hands are tied – Evi Vine
Porcelain – Evi Vine
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