The Lisping set Flames

The Lisping set flames

7 November 2015

 

A part of me large 2

Weary is the soul

That tireless travels between

Fires and Waters

 

Icicles will form

On the tips of my eyelids

For brethren washed out

 

The fire cleanses

Shards that shifted in morrows

Between Blue and Red

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The clock stuck in twelve

Struck more than the midnight count

When spirits would roam

 

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I floated in air

Circles bound me to nowhere

As the river flowed

 

Rotating in trap

The core shifted towards more

The Lisping set flames

 

Seven spelled the days

Four and four faced the seven

Infinity flew

 

 

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Rumi Poem, Iranian Music and Divine Dance

Aurora Borealis

Aurora Borealis

2 November 2015

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Look for the True birth

Shrieking at the brilliant lights

The wolf howls in grief

 

Listen carefully

Open up your heart

The roads unwinding

 

I carry you Twin

Over the skies of Father

Inside the Mother

 

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When you see vision

Journey into the heartpath

Your stages then count

 

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Two, Seven, Nine, Ten

How long is it your journey?

I will see your birth

 

Look at Northern Star

Aurora Borealis

She rises within

 

Transcendence is near

My spirit roams the vast Earth

I am that I will

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My slender Oak Tree

My slender Oak Tree

29 October 2015

 Loic

 

Storms will split him not

He is the calm in storm’s eye

That his trunk survives

 

Upper fruit of trees

He revels in other heights

Reading is golden

 

Plunged in the knowledge

Tactical experiment

Technology rules

 

The count of days floats

As he gathers slow his gait

Pale hurry-me-not

 

Placidly waiting

Almost breaching count of ten

He swam in stillness

 

The calm runs till now

Within his long lanky frame

My slender oak Tree