In my dreams

In my dreams

1 January 2018

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Changing sides

Black pawns in castle

Game hustle

Eyes sizzle

Stakes making my neck bristle

Hand on back that glides

 

Partner hides

Aces in the pack

Bring me back

Nerves that rack

Quest for needle in haystack

Lost with thread that slides

 

Careless rides

To edge of morrows

Puppet screams

In my dreams

Waking to my eyeborn streams

Wail in heart subsides

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sevdaliza – Bluecid

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

7 July 2017

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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

 

In the Promised Land

In the Promised Land

4 January 2017

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Lend me hand

Harken to my rhyme

Pantomime

Quick to grime

Restless gimmicks sleek to mime

Twisted message brand

 

Love demand

Forbid murky slime

Sink the crime

Split the dime

From the forests mellow clime

The fruits of the hand

 

Fear disband

Within Sands of Time

Glowing thyme

Hearts that chime

Orchards growing neem and lime

In the promised land

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Lady of the Lake – Peter Sterling

The Sands of Time – Peter Sterling

Promised Land – Peter Sterling

No trade where no fear

No trade where no fear

7 May 2016

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Silent stream

World of inversion

Relentless

Whirling fast

Desperation to the last

Of fading monsters

 

Strident scream

World of perversion

Black to white

The weak smite

The kings walk slow in tatters

While the knaves bear crowns

 

Inside out

The miracles wane

Fading pain

New desire

Unending cycle matters

The caves of my mind

 

Light splatters

Cavities of eyes

I see them

The dark hordes

Silhouettes cut against gleam

Of waning moonbeam

 

They depict

With our quaking fears

Shades of grey

Loss decay

Down once more into the fray

Battle creation

 

Upside down

Kafka they remind

Those patterns

Bleak lanterns

Rising of the dead who drowns

Though the hand extends

 

We will see

The victorious ends

Rise of tides

That repeat

Endless the ways of defeat

When hearts speak sorrow

 

White pages

They speak to me scores

Sentences

Suspended

The trail of lives now ended

When agony won

 

We are one

Our beauty so clear

Fine crystal

Shimmering

The end of slavery’s ring

No trade where no fear

 

Reading of the poem: 

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My Favourite Faded Fantasy – Damien Rice

I don’t want to change you – Damien Rice

The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice

Miracles in the palm of my hand

Miracles in the palm of my hand

23 November 2015

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As seconds’ drifting Time within sand

Seeping through the gaps in the places within my clutch

 

Shapes shifting through morrows now disband

Invasion now quietened, subdued the old seasoned Dutch

 

Wars in memories’ echo waged

Intentions thrust upon the space of strife now mental

 

The boiling point steams creation raged

Recipes for metamorphosis elemental

 

The sword rests upon dark woodened land

In words the pillar, the power, the firm rock thus such

 

I lean upon you make no demand

The nearness enhances sweetness you would say as much

 

Miracles in the palm of my hand

Awaiting the injured for vibrations’ healing touch

 

 

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Trobar de Morte – Rise and Fall

Trobar de Morte – El Vals de las Hadas de Otoño

Trobar de Morte – Yule : The End of the Darkness

Trobar de Morte – Esperit de Recerca

Trobar de Morte – Excalibur

Trobar de Morte – Aqualuna

Trobar de Morte – In Nomine Filius Mortis

 

Healing lines my Heart

Healing lines my Heart

10 November 2015

 

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Walk unto altars

No sacrifice but the Grace

Of Blue requiems

 

Sing the nightingale

Twenty sparrows talked to crows

Of deserts’ pirates

 

Walk across the dunes

To the solitary grounds

Where angels wept tears

 

Enter your Temple

Within the sands of Time’s flow

Flaming bush whispers

 

Walk over the waters

Ebb and flow will set you free

Humble is the Pi

 

Breathe into the Ground

The fumes of tomorrow’s Life

As I set the Breath

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Walk into the skies

Let the airborne meet the Tunes

Silenced Chimera

 

Red was the sea’s glint

As she touched the sky-bred Flames

Breathing in the rain

 

Walk astride the Times

When her hair loose hung in grapes

Wine for the living

 

Blue was the sky’s Breath

Wings crossed the Ocean’s timelapse

A second coming

 

Walk under the stones

Crushing is the morrow’s grief

If countdown went wrong

 

More than a sole Head

Bellerophon my hand’s art

Healing lines my Heart

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Lord of the Rings – The Grace of Undómiel

Solitary Ground – Epica

This is the Time – Epica

 

When the shift caused quakes

When the shift caused quakes

6 November 2015

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Mother now shuddered

Her great body awaking

The deepest Thunders

 

Heart to Heart relates

In between the neutrinos

That play in the gaps

 

As the core opened

Heart’s path shifted further out

Where the Red met Blue

 

The frozen boiled

Kettles left unattended

Spilled the teas’ fresh leaves

 

Hatter and I drank

He adjusted my bow tie

Borrowed from rabbit

 

I kept key to door

Inside the waistcoat’s pocket

Lost it in flurry

 

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We raced towards end

Pedalling backwards moved not

Keep Heart in stillness

 

Mother spoke solace

Out of a bottomless well

While sun blazed in sky

 

Deserts sands lifted

Tidal wave swept across skies

Kissing us goodbye

 

The pull and the push

Shifted more than my backbone

The Time ne’er came back

 

When the shift caused quakes

Mother skipped through old doorways

Calming Heart’s tremors

 

I reached for your Hand

Your hands were cold I knew then

Valleys of ice wept

 

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Stive Morgan – Ice and Fire

Stive Morgan – The Crossroads Of Time (new 2015)

Stive Morgan – The Master Of Souls