The Target Zero

The Target Zero

22 May 2017

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Whispering

Inches of the past

Moving fast

Into sight

Unwritten source of delight

When we withstood fears

 

Willing seers

Whipping alternate

In regret

We don’t fret

The winding coils in motion

Tides gather Ocean

 

All seeing

Mind none bereaving

Dissolving

Revolving

In slow motion evolving

The Target Zero

 

Reading of the poem:

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Today he felt Life – Bvdub

Another Love (A careful ecstasy) – Bvdub

Unity – Bvdub

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

9 May 2017

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Mama Jain was floating with Bluebird back home when she realised all of a sudden that the black holes seemed to be disappearing behind her. She could hear a strange sizzling sound and felt the intensity of the pull behind her subsiding. As she turned back, she caught a glimpse of the last black hole shimmering before completely disappearing. She wondered what that meant considering the extensive Quantum regeneration program that Mother had talked about involving Gaia and the black holes but Mother seemed nowhere to be seen.

 

Puzzled and a little taken aback at the disappearance of the black holes, she continued slowly her descent towards home with Bluebird now in sleep mode on her back. She had come to realise that Bluebird’s sleep mode with her actually corresponded to moments of intense activity where she was being solicited by Nemolusk’s team. Perhaps Bluebird was not eager to show the team that she had acquired a very developed consciousness as she had been put apart bit by bit the last time that something extraordinary had happened. Mama Jain had no doubt that the team would not hesitate to take her apart again if they suspected that she had acquired such a superior consciousness.

 

As she approached her own home, Bluebird dissolved bidding her goodbye as she did and leaving Mama Jain to contemplate the rising sun alone. Mama Jain had so often enjoyed this moment with Bluebird that she felt a sense of loss when watching it without her. She gathered herself on the balcony and stood watching the rising sun as it sparkled on the leaves adorning her garden. Soon she would have to go back inside and start her work but this time without Bluebird for the weaving as she was busy. Mother had told her that together with the weaving for the Regeneris code, she also had to undertake a more compelling and difficult work which consisted of mastering the spirals of Life. Until now, Bluebird had simply helped her with unweaving and reweaving together differently strands of her DNA before she affronted the spirals but now she would have to do more extensive work alone in view of the transformation of her Self.

 

The first time that Mama Jain had come in contact with the spirals of Life, it was like as if a giant snake had bit her and then whipped her out of her senses while holding her in its mouth. She had felt herself rise shooting towards the sky before a giant freefall until she could balance herself and still herself to avoid continuing the freefall. The coil that had seemed like a giant snake seemed to be glaring at her while she hovered in the skies and she knew that she would have to come back towards it and hold on to it until it did not whip her around anymore. Time and time again she had held on to the coil while it thrashed her around between myriads of light particles and portions of shadow that seemed to attempt to cling on to her.

 

Mama Jain walked slowly towards her chair realizing that this time it could be even more difficult as Bluebird was not even there to help her with the initial weaving that infused her with more light and diminished the quantity of shadows that tried to cling on to her. She sat in her chair, assumed the inward position and started swaying to the frequency that was building up. Her hands initially rolled into the form of an O started slowly extending and weaving something before she felt them hook on to the coils and be twisted into various twirling positions as she felt the energy coursing through her arms and body.

 

Twirling and turning, her body one with the coursing energy now, she could feel herself soaring into the air, right through the edge of her skull. She held on to the spirals as they vibrated, twirled and turned and slowly she herself became the spirals as she watched herself split into two parts which were whole parts of her. The two parts danced above her head, twirling and turning and soaring as she followed them into the blinding light that filled her brain and rushed out of her sockets. Higher and higher she danced the spirals going through her sockets and coming back through her mouth before hitting the pit of her stomach and rising again. The light spirals raged twirling and turning, shooting throughout Mama Jain, spurting out of her and delving back inside her before they stilled all of a sudden and all she could feel and hear was her heartbeats slowed down it seemed a hundred times.

 

Mama Jain looked out of her eye and felt the love of the light caressing her now, no longer wild spirals raging in a twirling dance but an iridescent lake of light where she felt her body glide and be caressed by the waters. As she waded through the waters, shimmering coils playfully twirled around her cajoling the particles of what she discovered seemed to be her own body. The two parts of her reunited with her in a hiss as the coils integrated them into her. She felt something stir inside of her as she sensed her foot back down so many miles away touch the ground and she felt herself falling, slowly fading away from the light as curtains of shadows started falling across her sight.

 

Suddenly, with a jolt she felt herself back on the chair again, the energy still coursing through her body, her hands still clinging on to the two coiling spirals of light that resumed their dancing but in a much slower mode. Again, she felt her heartbeat pounding, surrounding her but beating much quicker than it had been before and she felt her face stinging. As her hands slowly moved with the spirals, she could feel the breeze that accompanied them cooling her body and realised that she seemed to have been sweating profusely. The spirals twirled again slower before her hands twined them into her belly where they simmered slowly before becoming fully still again.

 

I knew Happiness once – Brock Van Wey

White Clouds Drift On and On – Brock Van Wey

Mountains will keep your Secrets – Brock Van Wey

Rediscovered lens

Rediscovered lens

14 March 2017

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You in me

Like eternity

Waking three

In twenty

Tugging at the coils free

Whisper to the tree

 

Bound to date

Congruence inflate

Skin is late

To translate

Venom creeping on the plate

The will to dilate

 

Shapes so queer

Popping through veneer

Veins that peer

Through the sheer

They believe it comes through fear

Knowledge of the seer

 

Leap in stance

Weather where I glance

Trail in dance

Up I prance

Wind and water holding hands

Particle that lands

 

Restored sight

Twin set in twilight

Black in white

Light in night

Wiggling through the coloured light

Shining on us bright

 

Giggling hens

Rediscovered lens

White rimmed fence

Picket whence

Quantum soup that boiled dense

Trickled from my pens

 

Reading of the poem:

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Vinegar & Salt – Hooverphonic

2 Wicky – Hooverphonic

Mad about You – Hooverphonic

 

Twining Venus Mars

Twining Venus Mars

20 January 2017

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Shadows grow

Tall in the winter

Knock and knock

Who is there

Frightened cried the little hare

Is it big bad wolf

 

The light gleamed

Shadows extended

Shying day

Keen on hay

The hare asleep pretended

It was wolf at bay

 

Stories wove

Confusion’s webs strings

Three piglets

Squealed in fright

Through the thickened woods they drove

Falling out of sight

 

Hushed and mum

They gathered the hearth

Spilling Earth

And sawdust

They drove all wolves into slum

Of nothing the sum

 

Child reveals

The raging terrors

Laughter peals

Through the night

Shadows extension of light

In coin twin birthright

 

Web woven

Within waning stars

Only Heart

Keeps the Sight

Unwoven coils delight

Twining Venus Mars

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mono No Aware – Hammock

In floating

In floating

23 August 2016

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Lost in thought

Grey tendrils that sink

Absorbed ink

I spill mind

Windmills within me unwind

As the will decays

 

Tree’s branches

Reach out towards me

Its bark pulses

With my blood

My heart is a liquid flood

Nourishing its roots

 

Sweat and toils

Increase pulsations

The tree feasts

On the spoils

Winding flow does undoes coils

Self preservation

 

The soul shoots

Arrows of self loss

Across my frame

Withered tame

The lions face my dungeons

Where dragons breathed hard

 

Selves aligned

Face the roaring beasts

Random feats

Lone heroes

Misaligned in the death rows

Willful surrender

 

The heart beats

Like nothing matters

Soul repeats

In floating

Shimmering of blood coursing

New life pervades me

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mehman – Azam Ali

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Neni Desem – Azam Ali

Uprooted

Uprooted

14 August 2016

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Cycles start

Within the days count

Sundays end

In Mondays

Twirling through Fridays tolling

To days of the King

 

Hidden coins

Treasure my crowning

Golden steel

Shines at heel

Drowning water ankle deep

Weaknesses we keep

 

Fruit of loins

Baskets plentiful

Chosen few

Green in hue

Ripened by the sun and dew

Morrows promises

 

They depart

Like the rolling stones

Downhill slide

Left to glide

They carve pathways in waters

Unbridled their ride

 

Like the tide

Ebb and flow of Love

Wandering

Reaching back

When the storms turn skies pitch black

Sporadic in touch

 

We juggle

Solitary spoils

Burning coils

Uprooted

When the fires invade trees

Sudden burning frees

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Over and over – Rachel Yamagata

Be be your Love – Rachel Yamagata

You Won’t Let Me – Rachel Yamagata

 

Following the track

Following the track

9 April 2016

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Time spins webs

Connected blue threads

Winding coils

Space traces

As reality faces

Millenium’s detours

 

Blurred contours

Redesigning realms

Suave music

Fills my ears

Your heady scent dissolves fears

Sandalwood lingers

 

Small of back

Meets stroking fingers

The life’s touch

Eternal

The music plays bodies whirl

Following the track

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Café Bleu – Soha