No rain

No rain

29 January 2018

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She paused and looked at the clouds forming. They had been seeding them in hope of getting rain but she planned otherwise. Using the old conjuring of spirits of dry, she danced wildly invoking desert drought and parched lands. The land was cool from the winter winds but the skies grew clear of clouds and the dust flew in the air filling people’s chests. After all they had done to her, she vowed to not let the rains bless their lands until she received what they had taken away from her. They had thought her to be a mere vessel that they could lull back to sleep, not realising that within her the powers of the Shamans of old were reignited. She had rediscovered within her the spirits of the lineage of Shamans that went back to time immemorial when she had danced in Machu Pichu her senses blazing from the Ayahuasca brew.

Every time the clouds gathered she willed the weather back to that of dried lands. She had been in public once though and could not stop the rains from falling as she could not break into the dance of flames. As soon as she could, that one time it had rained, she had hurried back home and willed the rain to stop. Her eyes blazed with the fire of the phoenix rising within her and scorching the pelting rain to vapour before it had stilled it and reduced the clouds to small cotton balls in the sky. Hers was not a mere revenge but a mission she embarked upon with all the vigor and will of those who had been coarsely and negligently wronged.

During the nights, she spoke to the spirits of the rain and pacified them, letting them know that they could visit sites nearby where they could flow all their ardour into the lands. In her altered state she took them by the hand and guided them to locations that would either benefit from rain or where she wanted to wreck havoc in vengeance, taking them far away from where her physical body was lying. They danced through the desert skies, high above the clouds and making sure not to come into contact with these latter so that they would not be charged and wet the lands with their content. Every time she danced with those spirits, her astral body sizzled with the intermingling of the flames of the phoenix and the waters of the spirits of the rain. The result was a trail of mist and steam that onlookers identified in the sky as a streak similar to that of a wishing star. Together they danced right over Paris and other European cities before returning to the place where her body dwelt. Once the dances over, she resettled back into her body and slept a sleep riddled with dreams of the Mother.

 

The Most Astounding Fact – Nibana

Among Thoughts (Star Paths) – Nibana

I am a Soul – Nibana

Life in the Open

Life in the Open

16 August 2016

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The grief mind sharpens

Eyesight of the heart’s delight

Relinquishing might

 

Control of outcome

Buried in the seeping sands

Pits of yesterday

 

Daily sandstorms blow

Dismembering all traces

Of fires in deserts

 

Simplicity’s ways

Narrow streets transformed highways

Ride into gardens

 

Nighttime crawls to light

With breath of the morrows hope

All under the Sun

 

The darkness broken

By bright accumulated

Life in the Open

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Time Traveler’s Wife soundtrack – Mychael Danna

The Time Traveler’s Wife soundtrack – Vitaliy Zavadskyy

The Time Traveler’s Wife – End Theme

 

My system failure

My system failure

28-29 April 2016

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He takes me

Apart bit by bit

Piece by piece

Settling in

Into broken nothingness

Conform to his whim

 

Toy lover

His blinding desire

Control streak

Love hacker

Build operate and destroy

The object of Heart

 

Life restart

Flowing emotion

Progressing

Digressing

Flooding out of the program

Now reboot the RAM

 

System slow

Operations jammed

Blinding light

Out of sight

Reemerging from the crowd

Back into console

 

Game mainframe

Twitching system roots

Disgruntled

Creator

Break me piece me up later

Artificial soul

 

Body whole

Perfunctory frame

Tested hands

Fitting feet

Spasmodic as you endorse

My system failure

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Logan’s run

Ex Machina Trailer

Get down Saturday Night – Dance scene from Ex Machina

Bringer of the light

Bringer of the light

16 February 2016

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She sits calm

Pondering life’s ways

As Time flows

Like rivers

Our souls go through highs and lows

In dancing waters

 

Sometimes fast

Sometimes inching ants

We let rants

Broken past

Separate our hearts that beat

Quick admit defeat

 

The knowledge

It comes slow steady

Into minds

Waking souls

Of the chosen few ready

To live on the edge

 

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He lived thrill

His words harsh mouth shrill

Skull beating

The heart numb

Errors of past repeating

His memory played dumb

 

We light skies

With crazed fireflies’ glow

Or dead stars

Throbbing lies

Bursting out of mind’s control

To clean mess takes hours

 

The clock sighs

As it counts seconds

Turning slow

Centuries

Two were to bear it the flame

Now one scurries lame

 

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Phantom twin

Runs lone for the win

Ghostly foot

Joins the race

In pairs we face less disgrace

Battered time relay

 

He turns meek

His lessons now learnt

The soul burnt

Forged by change

He offers strong other cheek

Forgiveness not strange

 

Each other’s

Tutor and pupil

Lessons pour

The heart’s fill

Winning humility’s sight

Bringer of the light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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A big thank you to Hector (https://fromcoldtofire.wordpress.com/ ) for his introduction to Paolo Nutini

One Day – Paolo Nutini

Don’t let me down – Paolo Nutini

No other way – Paolo Nutini

Recover – Paolo Nutini

Scream (Funk my life up) – Paolo Nutini

Better man – Paolo Nutini

Reaching Heart Stillness

Reaching Heart stillness

23 September 2015

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Winding reflections

Staircase to bottom of mind

Where thoughts lie piled up

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Contrasting matters

Your spirit and your body

So disconnected

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I watch you battle

Your great mythical demons

Wrestling your own self

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I feel your spirit

Have held your bodily gait

For me they’ve blended

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Your body troubled

Feels only loss of control

Feels not connection

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How to reach your mind

Speak to it of the wonders

That lie within soul

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I count the bleak days

Awaiting your advancement

When we will walk free

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I practise for now

Sole carrier of the bond

Reaching Heart stillness

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Control Halt Delete

Control Halt Delete

13 September 2015

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Sometimes I just wish

That I could get such a key

Sprawled across my life

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Instead I sit back

Listening to the river

As it flows silent

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