Master to pleasure
5 May 2019
Shadowed skies
Glow in sunlit moon
The closed palms
Open soon
Twist and turn to hidden rune
Heaving written lies
Silent start
Journey in the wake
Slave in part
Teacher’s art
Ice he laid upon my heart
Never to depart
Steep the cost
A pound no measure
In the frost
Words were lost
Riddles once all my treasure
Master to pleasure
Reading of the poem:
North – Hammock
On the road to redemption
21 September 2018
Heavens’ bloom coughed mirth
Opposites struck many deals
Kindred spirits waned
Memories clung tight
On the road to redemption
Moonlight composed odes
Fierce energies collided
Futures vanished with no trace
Horizons were shorn
Heady scents lingered
On the road to redemption
Knees resisted weight
Words pricked my eardrums
Dreams of tomorrow caught up
Thoughts’ speed was worthless
Bluebells hung their head
On the road to redemption
Castles vanished fast
Reading of the poem:
All I wanted – Daughter
Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality
7 July 2017
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
Throw me words
16 November 2016
Fallen down
On concrete flooring
Reaching lows
Loosing flows
This blood cascading river
Cutting deep slowly
Breathe in me
Sounds of your return
The days cry
As I yearn
For your name to be printed
Across soul wilted
Sorrow’s clown
Pantomimes a thought
In my mind
Windmills grind
Sands grains that come loose sinking
Hopes of lost laughter
Morrows flee
Your shadow hovers
Moon covers
Pale lovers
Their sight building up in I
Living on a lie
Frozen crown
Plays with fire’s lace
In disgrace
Throw me words
Flocking sheep to their shepherds
Once upon a rhyme
Give up glee
Nothing left to see
Buy me time
Features grime
Mask the curse you gifted me
Break this death’s saunter
Reading of the poem:
So Close – Olafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan
The colour of the night – Lauren Christy
It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini
7 August 2016
Wave spotting
Thrill of the surfer
Goal in height
Darkened might
Entering the bridge of crest
Speeding through unrest
When storm breaks
The ranks diminish
Hands astray
Feet blemish
Every excuse minds cherish
Story in banner
Ills manner
The natural spurts
When polish
Will vanish
In the face of tidal wave
Only for the brave
Showering
Words means with no end
Cowering
Squat the knave
Monologues a helpless scene
Broken repertoire
Untruth mean
Average inclined
Towards lies
Bridled skies
Light but nest of fireflies
Beast’s underbelly
Heartfelt trust
We do what we must
When I fall
I recall
Your arms surround me with all
The Love in the stars
Reading of the poem:
Ain’t no mountain high enough – Chimène Badi
A Tale of Two Crowns
18 July 2016
Fleeting touch
Intensified grip
As I dip
Into you
Spilling over countenance
Your voice my penance
Silent prayer
The nuns mortified
Broken words
Leading herds
Into the gardens of dark
Gone is the light spark
Night crawlers
They worship the skull
Lonely bones
Adorning
Intricate architecture
Hallways of priesthood
The suns rise
In confined spaces
Crisp contours
Black white squares
Sunsets and sunrises spent
As brood-breeding mares
Fences dense
Virgins lily white
Pulsating
Sacred heart
Of eras of knighthood toils
The best of the spoils
Rising star
Bees and flies flutter
By your sight
Twin twilight
Purple points to where we are
A Tale of Two Crowns
Reading of the poem:
Clavicula Nox – Therion
Raven of Dispersion – Therion
Son of the Sun – Therion
Breathe – Aleah
Vapour – Aleah
Sacrifice – Aleah
Spelling morse
18 June 2016
Words unsaid
Piling up like coals
Fueling
Inner fire
Consumption consequence dire
Straight repercussions
Melodies
Fine tailored dresses
To robe hearts
Like sleek glove
Flicker to ignite the love
Smoldering ashes
The wind blows
On inner remains
All that’s left
Are the stains
Of memories of what was
Of what could have been
Letting go
A process of jumps
Athletic
High low games
Sinking soaring that one tames
Walking middle way
The light talks
Through spotless center
Bear with me
As I read
Through its intricate wonder
I sense its pulses
Flickering
Under my eyelids
Space alive
With photons
Retina catching signals
Spelling words in morse
Reading of the poem:
All you never say – Birdy
Shelter – Birdy
Let it all go – Birdy and Rhodes
Every magic word
15 May 2016
Our burdens
The sum of sorrows
We carry
Their dead gait
Knees caving under the weight
Of wasted morrows
Open heart
Let the sorrow drip
Like the rain
Kissing Earth
See in their embrace rebirth
Of inner children
We were once
The kings of playgrounds
Our chests bare
Laid down hair
The dark stringent marks of Time
Still unwoven threads
Soul carefree
We danced with the winds
That shook fierce
All the fires
Within heart carving desires
The mind a wild bird
Bleak routine
Settling in with hooks
Anchored us
Rooted feet
Day by day we faced defeat
Of the larky times
The dreams dreamt
They are lost in mists
Read in books
Blown in winds
Paper scattered now rescinds
Every magic word
Reading of the poem:
Profumo di donna – Enrico Rava
Mi ritorni in mente – Enrico Rava
Spleen – Enrico Rava and Richard Galliano
Rebirth out of lies
7 May 2016
They beat fast
The heart’s pulsations
At the throat
Like a bird
When the clipped wings have grown back
First flight to freedom
The changes
They don’t come easy
Twenty-three
Unfolding
The coils twisting and turning
Forging another
Decoded
Secrets of my spine
Talk wonders
Surging heat
Skirmishes as I retreat
Time for peace not war
I am sword
Forged in cool iron
Liquefied
Blue matter
Beaten upon life’s ridges
My cutting edges
Create word
Says my inner voice
The poet
Composes
From gutter bed of roses
All contains beauty
The heart sees
All that will begin
In twilight
Unfolding
Like novel of Sir Golding
Rebirth out of lies
Reading of the poem:
Time to Come – Miguel Palafox
Oriana – Miguel Palafox
Rebirth – Miguel Palafox
تلك الكلمات
(Poetically translated into a Senryu in English below or here)
٢٧ أبريل ٢٠١٦
تلك الكلمات
تضاربت في ثديي
طيور في قفص
∞
و أغانيهم
كسر المد والجزرفي الدم
دورة القمر
∞
قد تحدثنا
مثل طنين مليون نحل
لفت أيدينا
∞
حول العقود
الآجلة صورت
لهب الوحدة
∞
تلك الكلمات
حمامة حلقت
فائقة الكسر
∞
نار الوعود
رمز للضوء الداخلي
من ضمن الظلام
∞
كل ما كان
يحل تدريجيا
دخان رمادي
∞
قشرة الأرض
دائرة حول شمسين
أعماق الوضوح
∞
قراءة القصيدة:
Those translucent words
(poetic “translation” into an English Senryu of a Senryu written in Arabic, above or here)
27 April 2016
Those translucent words
They beat fast in my bosom
Like fierce and caged birds
Their beautiful songs
Broken tides of the dark blood
A cycle of moon
We once spoke along
Like buzz of a million bees
Our hands were still wrapped
Around bright futures
That unfolding slow portrayed
Light of Unity
Those translucent words
They flew like a dove so high
Born Unbreakable
The shimmering bond
A token of inner light
Within the darkness
All that there once was
Gradually dissolving
In grey wisps of smoke
Earth’s crust Revolving
Circling my two fading suns
Depths of Clarity
Reading of the poem:
Wounded Heart – Audiomachine
Eve of Battle – Audiomachine
Legacy – Audiomachine
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