Awaiting the sun

Awaiting the sun

11 November 2018

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The rhythm is that of the wind against the fallen leaves like a banshee wailing. Her mind syntonises with it finally as she picks up pieces of the shattered glass in front of her. There is no saying how much time the wind will continue to blow relentless. Her mind blows with the wind, flying high in the sky gathering momentum. At the same time her body continues to mechanically operate on its own. She carefully stacks the pieces of shattered glass in front of her and starts her daily work of repairing the window pane again.

She must have repaired it a hundred times yet every sunrise, the storm strikes at the same place again with the tree breaking through the window instantly killing her husband yet another time. Every day she wakes up again with the agony of knowing that she will again witness the scene of her husband’s death. The torture of knowing that initially numbed by the pain of his horrific death all she will be able to do is pick up the pieces of the shattered glass and start repairing the window as if to negate that it happened at all pursues her daily. She lives dreading the moment of initial sunshine which once made both her husband and her so happy.

She realises that she will never be able to grieve the loss of her husband as by the time she has finished repairing the window it is night time again and she falls asleep, exhausted. The first days that it happens, she does not remember exactly what has occurred but is only left with a sense of foreboding. Upon waking up that sense of foreboding slowly grows throughout the first week although it remains quite hazy. As time goes by , however, memories of the day before play back with excruciating precision.

She usually wakes up already knowing what will happen and totally helpless as she watches the events unfold. All she can do is repair the window in a wild and desperate hope that the next time, maybe at least once, it will not give way as the tree comes crashing through. Some days she would work her fingers sore until the nails almost peel and her fingers bleed and yet the next morning she would wake up to perfectly manicured fingers, her stomach tense with the knowledge of the oncoming onslaught.

Her mind soars higher as her fingers work swiftly repairing the window pane. She feels the moment when the night descends softly around her body that falls back on the bed. She watches as she lies almost lifeless her breath ragged as she struggles to overcome the sleepiness. Yet the slumber slowly overcomes her and her breath becomes more peaceful. It is the darkest point of the night now. Soon the killer dawn will strike again. She watches the body of her husband turn around and embrace her body.

Something inside her chest expands and she feels it stirring her body as she looks onward. The sun is about to rise and the winds are still howling. Her mind continues its wild jig with the winds. She knows that as the sun rises the storm will pick up strength and the tree will fall over breaking through the window pane. Her mind stills itself as the winds continue howling. The first rays of the sun pierce the horizon.

She opens wide her mouth and as it slowly rises she finally swallows the sun and the storm slowly loses its strength. Darkness falls all around as heat scorches her mind. She can feel the light exploding throughout her skull. She clenches her jaws as her mind maintains its stranglehold on the sun. The tree never moves again. She rolls her tongue softly over the blisters on her tongue. In the darkness beside her she can hear the soft breath of her husband. She utters a soft sigh and turns toward him holding him tight.

Let’s pretend – Tindersticks

Stormy weather stains

Stormy weather stains

23 February 2018

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Lightning strikes on plains

The dark one losing his gains

Expunged all our pains

 

Desert landscapes sigh

Behold the thundering sky

Truth is born from lie

 

Haughty mares shake manes

Dragons’ blood courses through veins

Sun and moon in lanes

 

Spirits soaring high

Eagles and falcons now fly

Nature to comply

 

The gleaming moon wanes

Willing the skies as it rains

Stormy weather stains

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song

Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits

Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm

Light the skies

Light the skies

2 June 2017

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Melodies

Ring me memories

Of stardom

Lost Kingdom

Where Ancestors wove wisdom

Winding with the breeze

 

Fortune tells

Secrets of the wells

Hidden deep

Winding steep

In the bosom silent keep

Ringing of the knells

 

Light the skies

With the will that flies

In stages

Of pages

Coursing through storm that rages

Presence multiplies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sunset Dream – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Lonely – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Balkan Spirit – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Nothing to confess

Nothing to confess

16 August 2016

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Compiling

Going through the piles

Discarded

Yellow scraps

Crumpled paper once was wraps

Of my heart’s token

 

Unbroken

The gift lies glassy

Ribbons mess

Sheltering

The most intricate carving

From Time’s stark duress

 

Grief seekers

Point implicitly

Voiceless charge

Bow to norms

Passengers remain on Barge

While the captain drinks

 

Giddy ride

Drunken stupour straits

Mind at peace

With the twirl

Sinusoidal journey

The cracken awakes

 

The boat shakes

Imagined quivers

The wheel twirls

Tempest hurls

The rains transform the rivers

Thundering blue sea

 

Priests beckon

My frame to the keel

I reckon

Party Time

More appropriate than storms

Nothing to confess

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Oh Lover – Rachael Yamagata ft. Ray Lamontagne

I speak through the winds misconceived prayers

I speak through the winds misconceived prayers

2 January 2016

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I speak through the winds misconceived prayers

Where storm and lightning concede me layers

Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise

Playing upon face Heart none the less wise

Unclothe us reveal the hidden players

 

Recount finds me mute in shock of thayers

Fate will have its way weave web for payers

The tooth and the nail no scratch will devise

I speak through the winds misconceived prayers

Where storm and lightning concede me layers

Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise

 

Wish upon my bones pitiless slayers

Source preserve me safe from mind’s naysayers

Weak mind without heart strong heart will despise

Call upon the love hasten its demise

Wing upon this eye follow soothsayers

 

I speak through the winds misconceived prayers

Where storm and lightning concede me layers

Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise

Playing upon face Heart none the less wise

Unclothe us reveal the hidden players

 

 

I speak

2 January 2016

 

I speak through the winds misconceived prayers

Where storm and lightning concede me layers

Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise

Playing upon face Heart none the less wise

Unclothe us reveal the hidden players

 

Recount finds me mute in shock of thayers

Fate will have its way weave web for payers

The tooth and the nail no scratch will devise

I speak

 

Wish upon my bones pitiless slayers

Source preserve me safe from mind’s naysayers

Weak mind without heart strong heart will despise

Call upon the love hasten its demise

Wing upon this eye follow soothsayers

I speak

 

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Faun – Karuna (unplugged )

Faun – Gaia

Faun – Andro

 

Fly!

Fly!

23 December 2015

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Cry

Rivers

Flowing Heart

Juice me Tender

Quiet reckonings

Happiness etched in sand

Blowing winds will spare nothing

All memories scattered in the storms

Between shelters of fortune and drought

Life’s tempests rise often, subside sometimes

Open Heart is shield of those speaking rhymes

Winging Hearts to those who’ve been about

Of strangest tides of life their norms

From void’s cliffs to everything

Of higher much demand

The blue soul’s longings

Sweet surrender

Soul in Art

Quivers

Fly!

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Virgin Black – Our wings are burning