The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

19 March 2020

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She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.

 

Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.

 

One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.

 

  • Why do you need to provoke the advent of darkness, she said
  • Because that is what we are made of, she answered
  • But you are me and if you are me, you cannot be made of darkness for I am light
  • There is no light without darkness so therefore if you are light, we have to be darkness
  • Will you always exist? Is there no end to some of you?
  • Who knows? You have taken such liberty with the self that there is so much light. We have kept some to ourselves. It is our bubbles of liberty where we choose to express the colours grey and black. Are they not colours too? Why refuse them? Surely as an artist you should know that a palette must be complete? How would you paint the night without us? Or the ravens or the dark clouds if not for those colours?

 

She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.

 

Björk – jóga / State of Emergency

Missing steps

Missing steps

18 February 2020

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Wandering

The mind follows bends

Of pathways

Yesterday

A walk in Netherland stride

Reckoning of wild

 

Wavering

Consciousness between

Allowed hues

Disowned blues

A patchwork of dreams

Uncovering streams

 

Plundering

In waves comes the greed

From the depths

Missing steps

The soul recovering sheen

Of forgotten spleen

 

Reading of the poem:

Over The Ocean – I Will Be Silent

Irreducible

Irreducible

9 February 2020

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Break me pot

Dancing tradition

Rhythmic feat

Balanced neat

On the verge of extinction

A race to repeat

 

Blow me hot

The egg shells within

Frame melting

Iron clad

Beyond the anklets tightened

Staggering demand

 

Find me not

Irreducible

Elbows still

Ache the ribs

As I disperse beyond sheen

Of matter unseen

 

Reading of the poem:

Under your scars – Godsmack

Hushed glances

Hushed glances

17 April 2017

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Morrows keen

Bring me the lapses

In between

Synapses

Reaching further to unseen

That eye collapses

 

Compounded

Visions of birds soar

Beyond skies

Made of lies

Void that leaves one astounded

In Earth then grounded

 

Advances

Of the slow treasures

Nuances

Uncovered

Discovery of leisures

Hushed glances

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Federkleid – Faun

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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The passage of sunken Time

The passage of sunken Time

26 February 2016

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Scorching skies

Lighting up the night

Blazing warmth

Red heavens

Colours fusing in opposed

One and Contrary

 

Life arbitrary

Chancing upon smoke

Smoldering

Ashes strewn

Within the logs that we poke

Memories of havens

 

Black ravens

Announce the coals’ path

Floundering

Souls in flight

Flames licking as they quiver

Suspended visions

 

Revisions

Crossing out the tides

Backward seas

Stenciled hope

Carbon copy as I grope

In empty insides

 

The ice melts

Rivers of wonder

Heartbeats’ light

White thunder

Northern star that sets me right

As the space rock pelts

 

Pick pieces

Cherry on the cake

As I slice

Life’s relish

I often have the same dish

Served stale in arrears

 

Break the fears

We breathe in circles

Our echoes

Drums beating

The passage of sunken Time

Handing heart I mime

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Wardruna Naudir

Wardruna – Völuspa

Wardruna – Bjarkan

Wardruna – Helvegen

In the silence of my Heart

In the silence of my Heart

20 November 2015

 

 

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November skies bled

The wasted summertime leaves

That autumn had spared

 

A walk in winter

Spoke of ice clad memories

Footsteps in the snow

 

Over horizons

Spring beckoned silent

Red speech of roses

 

The summer breathed soft

Scent of jasmine and fresh hay

As the sun sizzled

 

A whisper hovered

In the silence of my Heart

For keen ears to pick

 

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The sound of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel