Flying is not for felines

Flying is not for felines

(a poem composed in shadorma form from funny thoughts that went through my head)

29 October 2017

 

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Reduced frame

Angel came in size

Of fragment

Of herself

Offered to the elements

Raging throughout world

 

Cat viewed her

Mistaking for mouse

Gobbled her

Dorsal parts

Left her shivering in winds

That tore through the Earth

 

Shed the wings

Cough out the feathers

The Angel

Told the cat

Flying is not for felines

Even through tummies

 

Reading of the poem: 

I’m a bomb creator – Eyekonn.com

Flying with the kites

Flying with the kites

18 March 2017

Courtesy lhianne on deviantart.com

 

They tilted

Valentine tainted

Grey pitched sights

Smear painted

Merry and lone acquainted

With fruits of untruth

 

Give up knights

Whispered nightingale

Flying whale

Uploaded

Celebrating wedding rites

Looking up the sites

 

I kissed you

When the moon felt true

Summertime

Waved along

Hearts a hammered path of blue

Flying with the kites

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy alphacoders.com

Cheers Darling – Damien Rice

The permanent game

The permanent game

17 June 2016

 

I am wind

Blowing through the ice

Kissing peaks

Lurking deep

Within caverns of the Earth

Beckoning to sun

 

I am sun

Hiding my glory

Behind clouds

Amongst crowds

Blue red and gold define me

Purple is my frame

 

I’m water

Flowing through the streams

Gushing forth

Gathering

Glowing energy for all

As I rush to source

 

I am hole

Blacker than the night

Inhaling

Exhaling

Birthing rejecting matter

Parallel highways

 

I am Her

Eternal woman

My hand’s touch

Skies’ magic

The blue womb of creation

In red glove of Love

 

I am Time

Flowing forth both ways

Thrice forward

Once backward

Step back a recognition

Of the wayward path

 

I am storm

Darkest hues of skies

When lightning

Kisses Earth

When the sky-kissed lands give birth

To new promises

 

I am light

Brightening darkness

Waning moon

Fills herself

My inner core endless well

Where she transfigures

 

I am fire

Bottled in the skies

Like genie

Of heavens

Stormy dome my birthing field

I flying Phoenix

 

I am sun

Rebirth my credo

Concentrate

Of new shapes

Baring the rocky landscapes

That my glare begets

 

I am all

Impermanent frame

Inner core

Mutating

Cells within replicating

The permanent game

 

Reading of the poem: 

Kyrie – Antaeus

Through the flying times I knelt

Through the flying times I knelt

27 February 2016

Courtesy designisthis.com

We are born

Like in a whirlwind

The hours strike

Our birth’s time

Like flame of burning candle

Sketched in the tempest

 

We grow needs

The crowning of life

Wilting through

What heart heeds

Within the morrows I sow

Food for my own thought

 

There are shades

Painted within me

Where I find

Alternates

Possibilities to breathe

Scarcity of you

 

We are born

Like paper airplanes

The winds lift

The winds rip

They set us lone and adrift

From our shining selves

 

I am not

My death is open

Like a book

Angular

Each corner a tilting point

Where I die some more

 

The fate blind

She grants me token

Of morrows

Where I lie

A closed copy of myself

Within deep set grave

 

We are born

Like a flight of geese

Panicked flight

Left to right

The Northern skies ours to please

As we yearn Southern

 

Fortune said

She favours the brave

I forgot

How it felt

To wish upon a new day

Untainted by sigh

 

Holy grails

Within my faint grasp

Air leaving

As I gasp

Through the flying times I knelt

My tidings the nails

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy commons.wikimedia.org

 

Black & Blue – Archive

Again – Archive

Distorted Angels – Archive

Axiom – Archive

 

I, flying Phoenix

I, flying Phoenix

4 November 2015

Courtesy lorraine-cohen.com

I walked into Love

Fearful, aligning my steps

A timid creature

.

Love watched me serene

Blowing at me with her winds

Playfully sowing

.

I walked in bubble

Made of the finest white glass

The texture of frost

.

Love picked at me slow

Her pecking bird of heavens

Slow delivery

.

The silent tremors

As she hovered around me

Oh the knees that shake!

.

I craned slight my neck

She drew blood with her sharp fangs

The bloodied retreat

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Courtesy reachingforsoul.wordpress.com

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I watched her now scared

Loathing her slight ugly form

Recollecting wits

.

Butterfly hovers

Caterpillar a mere slug

Loathing slimy trail

.

Love cast at me rocks

Hurling all within without

Sheared me, set me free

.

Naked and exposed

With my last shuddering sighs

I bowed to her slight

.

At last she then smiled

Mother and Father embraced

They showed me true Flames

.

Fire all consumed

From ashes I then emerged

I, flying Phoenix

.

Courtesy pinterest.com

The process of your own creation could be a distorted one if you do not listen carefully to the rain and do not understand correctly the synchronicities

Sacrifice is in leaving the greater for the greatest knowing the tool is not the task.

Silence – Vargo

Porspero’s books – opening crédits

Talking to Satie – Alessandra Celletti

Venez venez haine implacable – Gluck

Bliss – A Quiet Conversation

Giovanni Marradi – Just for You

Alessandra Celletti – I Discend to You, You Ascend to Me

The Sacrifice – Michael Nyman

Shatter me – Lindsey Stirling

Rumi – One Whisper of the Beloved

Voices of Infinity – Yakuro

Rumi – Gently, gently open your eyes

Vargo – The moment

On the Wings of Love – Fusion of Rumi and Hafiz poetry

Internal workings

Internal workings

23 September 2015

Internal workings

External connections build

The weave of dreamers

The meltdown begins

Pursuit of inner core Truth

External movements

Breathing in fires

Awakening Netherworld

Outside meets Inside

Baring the dark parts

Embracing connectedness

Reshaping the core

Internal flying

Rediscovering the realms

Upper meets lower

Like fluid honey

As a Love’s gift to the world

Let your essence drip

Between Dark and Light

Choose not the extreme measures

Be only Balance

Find in you patience

Emerging from the bondage

No one-step matters

Choose it long and wise

Walking level or on edge

Only your own path

Love destiny make

Lose yourself to find yourself

Flow like a River

Images courtesy George Redhawk aka DarkAngel0ne who is blind and uses GIF to “see” art mainly transformed into gif from art works by Thomasz Alen Copera

I heard Spirit’s Heart

I heard Spirit’s Heart

18 September 2015

Courtesy gaiaonline.com

The will was shining

Shift in intention pursued

Weary traveller

.

A call from below

Winding steep into the guts

Set a new quaking

.

Life stretched out wanton

It laid ahead gifts of Toil

That grade men of Dark

.

All pieces showed bright

Last remnants glimmered daunting

Shimmering treasures

.

In frenzy of loss

My body feasted on them

Muted gate awaits

.

Snake slithered on all

Grey tasteless pieces of rock

Lay them back to sands

.

None adorned me now

Naked soul all to forsake

Transcending pleasures

.

I trod desert lands

A sheen robing my light’s frame

Flying with the winds

.

Spirit walked behind

His shadow extended, see!

Lighting path ahead

.

“Walk on hidden path

Forsaking worldly matters”

I heard Spirit’s Heart

.

“Save for innocent

Free the mind from Earthly ties

Time has met its Soul”

.

Courtesy todoterapias.com

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In Peace with the Flames

In Peace with the Flames

15 September 2015

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Seven days and nights

The task had me in waking

My feet bore no sole

.

I roamed wilderness

Through the thicket and the thorns

Gathering all fuel

.

Building the Bonfire

The twig like the log will serve

Awakening sparks

.

Rapture turned desire

Desire spent itself in Love

Making Light shadows

.

Human sacrifice

I threw myself into fires

Agni wept my Soul

.

As the fire soared

Hands extended in ashes

I dissolved in void

.

In Peace with the Flames

Bodiless and soul flying

I merged with the One

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Run through the light maze

Run through the light maze

11 September 2015

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Shaking Truth casts stones

In souls that live in between

Fires and waters

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Send me your love chants

I will spin them winter’s fleece

Stitch them spells in souls

.

.

Written words will fly

Spreading dark ink within sky

To paper planes bound

.

Where do you now look

Your eyes cast upon you dark

Building you shadows

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Darkness will build creed

Faceless and blind without Love

Fears will surround Heart

.

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Ropes in the mountains

Can guide you through thick and thin

Or bind you to grounds

.

Run through the light maze

Through the fog that all traps hides

Seize the flying veils

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