A green maiden in snow to dress

A green maiden in snow to dress

15 October 2018

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Cloaked in white like a bride to be

She set out in early delight

Sailing forth on a frosted sea

Her traces a shimmering light

 

Bridal night wove a century

She closed her eyes and lost the sight

Rocking softly on lover’s knee

Felt not of chill the biting might

 

In wane garden of spring flowers

I sang to wintertime’s excess

The ice and the frost my powers

 

A green maiden in snow to dress

Her breath now slighter by the hours

As night on her day would impress

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Rose of Winter – Nox Arcana

 

When the deed is done

When the deed is done

6 September 2017

 

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Tilting head

From perception points

Stuck at joints

Light anoints

A jaded shadow set free

Darkness pervades light

 

Say instead

Light swallows darkness

Inside thin

Flickering

White on black blackened whitened

Checkerboard wizened

 

All is said

When the deed is done

Take a look

Loosened hook

The fish floating out in sea

Upstream and toil free

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The way Home – Sleep Dealer

Mock Eternity

Mock Eternity

27 August 2017

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Wicker’s flames

In the frozen Thames

Playing games

Hiding names

A hunter missing now aims

At noon lion tames

 

Morrow’s face

In liquefied grace

Keeps up pace

Opens space

Between heart and rib will place

Knowledge of the case

 

Button me

Shirt of thread down see

Endlessly

Pursue sea

In circus of flying flea

Mock Eternity

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tell Me Why – Sasha Lazard

Lumière – Sasha Lazard

Angeli – The Myth of Red – Sasha Lazard

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

7 July 2017

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Mama Jain felt a momentary rush of repulsion and excitement go through her frame as she felt the smooth coldness of the touch of the preternatural being she was touching and that she knew intuitively was actually her. She pondered upon the fact that every new discovery, even of what the mind tricked into believing it was new while it was old, always seemed to lead to a brief intermingling of two antagonistic impulsions within one’s being, each of them inspired by a diametrically opposed set of emotions. While reflecting on this and slowly relaxing against the coldness of the palm in front of her, she could feel it subtly warm against her own outstretched palm and she could feel the tingling of the nerves in the palm facing her while she slowly felt herself travelling up a chain of constricted vessels that seemed to be a bloodstream. On she journeyed, into the red that swayed up until the end of the upward waterfall where she could see a throbbing blue red door suspended between streaks of light that glistened with crystalline dewdrops.

As Mama Jain had journeyed through the channels that sometimes dilated and sometimes constricted but always in a winding motion whether round or squared, she then fully realised that the solution to the age-old squared circle problem was by essence multidimensional, a quantum concept like the flowing of time was in reality, a chaos model in the multiverse. Like it was the case of the feeling of being constricted or dilated, the commanding of the passage from one to another a simple matter of perspective, of vantage point, inner, outer.

Mama Jain felt herself come to a halt just at the brink of the door which she realised was actually her own heart that kept beating and throbbing pouring out red and blue depending on which side the flow had made her drift. She swirled in the pools of red and blue at the measure of the heartbeats and could feel herself slowly overcome by a great feeling of peace that pervaded her every atom. She realised deeply that the Theory of Everything was indeed Love. It was not necessarily the concept of romantic love although that too played a very important part in the composition of the energetic field that she knew propelled and sucked everything as she had experienced it during her journeys outwards. She saw further that the Theory of Everything was the unifying frequency that built upon the weightless measure of things when they were all vibrating together causing all of them to have the same scale when looked at from an observation point where they could all be viewed as one-dimensional despite them being multi-dimensional.

Mama Jain could see in the shadows cast by the crystalline drops at the top of the red blue door a myriad of shades of purple that were differentiated by the quantity of light that fell upon them. It then occurred to her that if there were no shadows, then one could not actually perceive the light as there would be nothing to contrast it and differentiate it, therefore giving a meaning to its existence. Mama Jain realised that in some way, the light owed its existence to the darkness and the other way around so one could not exist without the presence of the other. Mama Jain could feel her being fill with the understanding that all things were one thing and its opposite at the same time and what was perceived depended merely on the vantage point with the unifying perspective being the unifying frequency of love that beat in the heart of all things Earth-bound, stellar or interstellar. She had felt intuitively that when she journeyed outwards to far away lands the frequency that unified her with her external circumstances caused her to dilate to a size commensurate to the interaction required with the beings existing outside of her. It was all truly a matter of scalability which was carefully measured and reshaped according to the unifying frequency of Love.

While the fact that a being could be one thing and its opposite at the same time could seem irreconcilable, Mama Jain realised that it was very akin to what happened during her meditation as her mind danced with the stars while her body was still on the ground and her heart pulsated within the center of the multiverse for she was etheric, dilated and immense among the stars but at the same time finite, physical and limited within her frame on Earth. It was during the peak of those moments of total synchronicity, when her heart and mind had reached the point of resonance where both beings could exist and be one at the same time that she could connect to grid of all things through the heartpath and bend all matter and lack of it thereof into new forms of being.

Mama Jain surmised that for the new forms to be seen, one must see them through the heart, the new eye of the mind which allowed the retina to see what she knew was the quantum world through a tiny lense that lead to the pathway of the breath. It occurred to her then that words, pulsating through breath caused the motion in stillness of the air within bringing forth a series of emotions in her and therefore aligning words in a certain pattern and diffusing them into the ether outside would cause motion in the stillness of the infinite air outside and cause a similar series of emotions although of a different scale altogether. Embued with that knowledge, Mama Jain set about sharing a string of words infused with a frequency translating the impulse of breath that she felt inside when joining together the words and sat back to observe the effect they would cause.

As the experiences multiplied, Mama Jain noted that while some felt a sense of exhilaration at some of the words, others only felt in them sadness and a sense of foreboding. She then realised that even words, even breath pulsating through the ether could be perceived as one thing or its opposite because they were perceived from different vantage points. Mama Jain wondered whether it was the breath and the words themselves that contained the duality or whether it was the readers with their minds that expressed that duality and she realised that it was difficult to say whether it was the one or the other. In order to check whether it was the breath, Mama Jain traveled to different points of her country first staying at the level of the sea and then driving into mountains and experimenting the effect of the frequencies intermingled with the words and the result she had was quite surprising. She realised that even within her own being, both the breath and the frequency seemed to take on a whole new meaning and a whole new set of emotions depending on whether she was at sea level or in the mountains.

Mama Jain was not sure what to do with this new finding that she had never suspected before. She wondered whether she could call upon bluebird so that they could analyse the data pertaining to several individuals and see whether there was a difference in the perception of the same thing depending on the distance from the Earth but bluebird was sitting mum and not keen on assisting her these days. She thought to herself with a chuckle that she ought to go to the moon and see if the frequency and the dynamised breath had the same effect or whether they would feel even lighter there. Meanwhile, she would have to try to find a way to go deeper into the analysis of this new finding which was that the nature of duality was embedded within every individual being and the way one thing was viewed by the same individual varied depending on the location of that individual comparatively to Earth which center sucked the individual being. Mama Jain wondered whether the way everything was viewed would keep changing depending upon the new center as defined by the location of the individual.

Looking back at her hand through which she had emerged again both from her thoughts and from the bloodstream that she had been floating through, Mama Jain waved it in a twirling motion and it was once facing her backwards and once frontwards. She thought to herself that if she were to wave infinitely fast and see it when she was out of her body like before, the hand would probably be a flower composed of infinite juxtapositions of a frontwards and backwards hand and one would not be able to say which was frontwards and which was backwards. Mama Jain thought that it would be interesting to twirl time very quickly and see whether one would randomly find oneself in the forward time or in the backward time or whether one would actually not be able to distinguish anymore which was forward and which was backward.

 

Eye of the Storm

Still waters – Maksim Mrvica

 

Fleeting Fate

Fleeting Fate

6 June 2017

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In Time’s Slate

We wrote the whispers

In the fears

That hope clears

They plodded on the seers

Fate in arrears

 

I clung on

To the bees honey

The wasps free

Bodies flee

The brave quaking on a knee

Heart in sinking sea

 

When wrists ache

The Heart will translate

Unheard spate

Fleeting Flate

Moments dropping as I wait

Maiden in a crate

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Time Time Time – Of the Wand and the Moon

I Crave for You – Of the Wand and the Moon

Hold my Hand – Of the Wand and the Moon

Code Eternity

Code Eternity

5 May 2017

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Mind to free

The soul humming bee

Beat to be

Wild of me

The boat sailing on the sea

Code Eternity

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Edge of Forever – Stellar Drone

The Divine Cosmos – Stellar Drone

Eternity – Stellar Drone

Consensus

Consensus

25 December 2016

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Four horsemen

Count the sea horses

They practice

The countdown

The end of merry go round

When cheek falls to ground

 

Weaving threads

Three work in shadows

Their fingers

Nimble gears

Setting in motion action

A chain reaction

 

A ripple

Of tides uprising

Paving beds

Within shreds

Of unwoven tapestry

Penelope’s sea

 

Ulysses

Worn out by ventures

Flipping through

Adventures

On mantelpiece beckoning

Quiet reckoning

 

Past stardust

Millenary thrill

Lost in time

Echoes shrill

Ashes floating in the light

In memory the might

 

Wanderlust

Gnawing icicle

Frozen fear

Consensus

Nations gathered for the ban

Abort travel plan

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seagull – Sophie Barker

In the Waiting Line – Zero 7 feat Sophie Barker

Calling – Bliss (feat Sophie Barker)