I dwell within grace 21 February 2023
Stormy times The lightning runs free breaks the tree slow exchange From wilderness will to change rainbows cover me I give light A token of peace within me reaches out A stirring fills me throughout budding gift to flout Eyelids stir remembrance of days when we were twined relays My feathers offer solace I dwell within grace Reading of the poem:
Falling Back to You - Delerium
Solid ground denied
12 May 2020
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
On Being the Light
14 May 2017
Open Heart
Revel in the Love
Carry Dove
High above
There are no ceilings in white
Enhancement of Sight
Whirl onward
Toward trodden path
Past intent
Beckoning
The frequencies fly the wing
Mind remembering
Speed the pace
The way to solace
Delves inward
In trance meant
Let us reveal enchantment
On Being the Light
Reading of the poem:
Pankh Hothe Song – Pravin Godkhindi Flute
Many into One
7 March 2017
Play me games
Colour me ice flames
Fusing red
Blue that bled
Taking contours of the hue
Mixing who is who
Timeless space
Time to which we race
Beyond place
Beyond face
Beyond the meaning of trace
To peak of solace
While mighty cowers
The melding powers
They pelt us
They weld us
Beyond the trickle and fuss
Many into One
Reading of the poem:
Adria Blue – BohemianVoodoo
Nomad – BohemianVoodoo
Golden Forest – BohemianVoodoo
The God Particle
4 March 2017
I found it
Within Skin’s Layers
Forgotten
Triangle
Where we see every angle
Of Victim’s Slayers
The Prayers
Gushing with the Faith
Bosom bore
Remnants core
We kept each ounce of Atom
The Light Could Fathom
Envy’s lace
Brittle the solace
Golden egg
They stole it
When the flaming bushes lit
The God Particle
Reading of the poem:
Ring of Spring – Stive Morgan
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Extra sensitivity
26 November 2015
The nights carried me
Into realms of otherland
Where my twin soul dwelt
Daily wanderings
Living split lives in between
Waters and fires
Mother welcomed me
Scented jasmine in her hair
Evergreen her breath
Her fragrant solace
An Island within the grey
Laden with colours
I bared my chest’s ache
The weight of a million lives
Unloaded treasures
Mother grant me breadth
That I may carry with me
More than just the Three
She looked at me stern
The lessons of tomorrow
When will you then learn?
My chest fell silent
The burdened heaving display
Of all left behind
From the man the chest
From the Tree the bark’s essence
From the green the best
Her voice in my head
Statistics of the living
The morrows in lead
The journey in sight
Two worlds crouching side by side
Between dark and light
A life, just one more
I pleaded, voice a hoarse pitch
One pure to the core
Precious the morsel
A few lives parcelled in Time
Scars of my battle
Mother the remains
Scattered broken I will mend
Will heed not the pains
She frowned displeasure
Not every soul is treasure
Think wheat and the chaff
Hark my child your gift
Extra sensitivity
May be your worst curse
I heard her reproach
Ears that failed to comprehend
Numbers to encroach
Sorrow in my soul
I packed my Heart in bundle
Prepared for the trip
All images courtesy Federico Bebber on ego-alterego, imgur.com and pinterest.com
Cracks 28 (Open Water) – Javier Navarrete
Cracks 27 (Forever) – Javier Navarrete
Cracks 26 (Out of Bounds) – Javier Navarrete
Long, long time ago (Pan’s Labyrinth Lullaby) -Javier Navarrete
Breathing under the waters
20 November 2015
All that I had been
And could never be again
Oozed from inked fingers
My Heart stared now stale
At the mildew that had grown
Between the brown cracks
Painted pink toenails
Emblem of prompt womanhood
Stolen from ashes
Of writhing childhood
Hush mother hears not the voice
Your cries in silence
Father will have built
A cradle of blank despair
Reverberating
As the wolves circled
For the loss of innocence
Quiet now the lair
Sleazy press buttons
The ease of the undressing
Emotions low raked
Into pile of leaves
In the snows of memories
That winter faded
The living decay
Composition of all sorts
Games of pallid stones
I threw as you did
The blue puddle grew the more
When the ripples spoke
Of broken riddles
Between the light and the dark
Decomposing void
Surviving shrill chimes
Dark bleeding nursery rhymes
That lurked in corners
A kiss for solace
Staring into dark stories
That ever survived
A kiss for the peace
A kiss for the forgiveness
In white shroud my heart
A kiss to forget
Recomposing childhood tunes
With black on white curves
Suffocation lost
Breathing under the waters
Amphibia the change
Air in my lungs whips
Another life in motion
The pale blue tides wept
Of waking splendour
The pacified jagged rocks
That withstood the Times
Courtesy journeyintothegoddess.WordPress.com
Baba Nam Kevalam .•*`❀ Celestial Kirtan
Bendición de tu Madre •❤• Snatam Kaur
Amy’s Lullaby – Mars Lasar (new version as the older more beautiful video El Ángel de tu Corazón ⋰♡⋱ Amy’s Lullaby got deleted from youtube)
Anuradha Paudwal – Shakti Prayer
Stairway to the Skies
3 November 2015
Treasures forgotten
The well brimmed with yellow sands
That whispered in nights
.
I know the stories
Of well where a pitcher grew
Upon ivy’s roots
.
.
In that well yellow
Transformed into purest gold
Midas I anew
.
.
The touch of the rain
Scintillating in the sparks
Brimmed with Eternal
.
.
Weary travellers
From the East and from the West
Drank from the pitcher
.
.
Many distressed souls
From the North and from the South
Ate from the ivy
.
.
My flesh and my wine
Iridescent offerings
Multiplied in Love
,
.
Multiply me whole
There are hungers in this world
I will ever quench
.
.
Distribute my soul
Let it be solace’s lace
Shimmering blue veil
,
.
Strew me upon hills
Gather me in the valleys
Stir me in rivers
.
.
Climb through me mountains
Let me be your blue ladder
Stairway to the Skies
.
.
Free my airborne hair
Build upon my very Heart
Pathway to the Gods
,
There are different wells within your heart – Hafiz
We have not come here to take prisoners- poetry by Hafiz
Hafiz – If it is not too dark
Silent, I reverberate, regenerating in Heartpath
22 October 2015
Exploding mirrors mirror the painful path followed by Mind
Thousand shards helter skelter coursing through eyes bloodied tears fell
Peaceful wiping away tears reinventing it I show Love
You will ask damnation’s curse through anger’s heat clueless of Love
Godliness you deny it yet see demons what irony
Silent, I reverberate, regenerating in Heartpath
This heartpath beats within me seeks for your change within solace
I extend open channel heartbeats shelter within embrace
Madness encompassing you how illusory, escapist
