The soul sits so still

The soul sits so still
22 March 2021

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The birds chirp outside
their hymns a mortal lace spun
across my eardrums

Heart favours sunset
when the call of birds subsides
nightfall slows their trill

Mind sings to quaver
an echo forms its tendrils
while the dusk falls through

My head seeks not sound
eye reaches out for twilight
ensnared by evening

Birds’ lilts in decline
a chirrup within mindscape
follows afterglow

The mind now shines bare
silence gained within the core
the soul sits so still



Reading of the poem:
Swan song - lana del rey lyrics
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Chirp”, “Twilight” and their synonyms. For the rules and other poets’ works, please follow the link here.

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Removal

Removal
16 March 2021

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Curse lifted
Waters seeping through
the tendrils
fluttering
My heart and mouth uttering
secrets of the soul

The hands joint
invoke better days
They falter
in defeat
Whisper of reunions
calm them in solace

The mind stares
through the passing waves
Removal
in springtime
of the slow wavering rhymes
unwinding in eye

Reading of the poem
MESSIAH Project - Sadness

Prime numbers sashayed

Prime numbers sashayed
12 March 2021
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With a bowing head
she welcomed the contrivance
her plan hid in mind

Fools thought her broken
She smiled at the morons’ schemes
her vengeance supreme

The arch in her brows
hiss of her inner being
only dunce ignores

Stellar detection
she examined first the clowns
The idiots stared

A flutter arose
In hearts of the compromised
The innocent woke

Prime numbers sashayed
The nerds ran helter-skelter
Her arms crushed their will


Reading of the poem: 
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “head”, “fool” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link here 
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Achillea ( Jens Gad ) - El Alma Herida

To cradle of light

To cradle of light
27 November 2020 
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Mind’s tendrils
nailing the target
course reset
no regret
The hand on my heart measure
of pulsing leisure
  
Within eye
the whispering trees
build gardens 
of morrows
bridges of new intentions
my bosom crosses
  
The journey
a flight within reeds
Ticking clock 
awaits none
Elementary treasures
growing from the shrubs
  
Untangling
sister’s weaving spun
through the heat
that melts all
A riddle for mind to fall
A tale to recall
  
Adventure
the soul has begun
within joints
it anoints
hands drawing cardinal points
spaces the eye seeks
  
The light flows
within my body
It quivers
in rivers
messages it delivers
to cradle of light
  
Messiah Project - Region Of Darkness, Cradle Of Light 
Reading of the poem: 

Pray fall into heart

Pray fall into heart
5 November 2020
   
 Bitter happenings
 of bleak landscapes of the mind
 frozen in the core
  
 Crisp thoughts of morrows
 numbing the flow of heartbeats
 biting raw of flesh
  
 Icy winds swept fast
 through the ebb and flow of time
 They spelt love’s decline
  
 Cool winter mornings
 Chill of a frosty sunshine
 dawned upon our souls
  
 A dip into hope
 Drops of wonder cut through doubt
 A dive into faith
  
 Your hands are so cold
 Warm them upon my bosom
 Pray fall into heart
  
Reading of the poem: 
Diamonds – Rihanna

Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “cold” “fall” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/02/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-cold-fall/

Prince of Peace anew

Prince of Peace anew

7 October 2020

 
 Scalding memories
 Blisters in the soul that wept
 Abandoned all hope
  
 Scorching sunlight dimmed
 Shadows played with my mind’s eye
 Dusk fell on the plains
  
 A nightingale sang
 Darkness covered the window
 Black spiders shriveled
  
 A flutter in heart
 shaking off obscurity
 Wild thoughts bloomed inward
  
 Parched throat renewed odes
 Charred flowers revived colours
 The blackness withered
  
 A staff split curtains
 Shades of his heart shimmered through
 Prince of Peace anew 

Reading of the poem:

Prince of Peace Official Lyric Video – Hillsong UNITED

The waters flowed calm

The waters flowed calm

1 October 2020

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The elements raged

Pelting rain tore at my cheeks

The storm’s pace quickened

 

A raven called hoarse

a mild reminder of death

beak lost in twister

 

Rising in the skies

Gusts of wind shook free my frame

I recounted time

 

A single line drawn

across my heaving chest’s throb

The tempest, silenced

 

Soothing thoughts surfaced

As hurricane receded

into oblivion

 

The waters flowed calm

Monsoon surge a memory

Its downpour wasted

 

Reading of the poem:

Amber Mark – Monsoon (Official Video) ft. Mia Mark

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Calm”, “Storm” and their synonyms. Rules and other contributions available here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/28/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-325-calm-storm/

Alternate Realities – Chapter Nine : Housing the Mother

Alternate Realities – Chapter Nine : Housing the Mother

27 September 2020

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It had been a while since the incident of the bushfire and surely enough as Horus had told her, it was eventually subdued by the rain although not without some serious consequences. She thought to herself that they should train the dragons more but perhaps in less arid lands with trees that were less prone to catch and spread wildfire. Horus had been visiting her often and she also realized that she was undergoing a lot of changes. Outwards, she seemed unchanged and serene but inside of her a lot was happening. She had already undergone the third segmentation of her mind and knew from Horus that she was fully ready to house the Mother.

 

He had inspired her during dreamtime a series of dances that were meant to draw the shakti power more deeply into her. When he had first come to her during dreamtime she had asked him why he could not just explain it to her with words so that she could follow them but he told her that the shakti dances were based on vibration and the flow of poses that involved a certain configuration of the body and the hands in symbolic gestures that were meant to harness the cosmic power. These could not be taught in words but had to be experienced visually and there was nothing better than dreamtime communication for that.

 

On the last of the dreamtime episodes, the Mother showed her the shakti dances to follow in full thereby communicating on a vibrational level the full extent of the dances’ power. She had understood from her interactions in dreamtime with Horus that the dances were not to be followed step by step in full but had to flow according to the configuration of her own bodily manifestation as her DNA had to be aligned with the cosmic power in its own special way. She therefore needed to understand the vibrational undertone but adapt this to the coding of her DNA in a way that allowed the realignment to flow so that she could house the Mother without damaging herself. She knew implicitly that this would happen automatically when she interpreted the shakti dances.

 

Several weeks of dancing had gone by and at each dance she could feel herself get more of the consciousness of the Mother stream within her. At the end of the sixth week of dancing, she felt fully the Mother within her. She had not been sure what to expect when the Mother would be fully within her but perhaps she had expected something dramatic and magical to happen. Instead, all she could feel was a mixture of sadness and peace. It was a bit bewildering that she was not able to just change everything with a magic wand. Horus told her that the Mother did not want to break the laws of this world and what she mainly wanted to do was dilute the effect of patriarchy. She was slightly unsettled that it would not be quick but he reassured her that the Mother had already been flowing partly through her and that is why every environment she had been in had evolved into one with less dominance of patriarchy and with better conditions for women in general.

 

Horus told her that it would be a task that could take several years depending upon how open Humanity was to embrace that change but that it would unfold as Mother had already seen it happen. She knew from her own personal experience that indeed there were several occurrences where the balance of power had changed with women being less suppressed even in very male dominated societies where she had lived. She breathed in deeply and vowed to carry on the task Mother wanted to realise through her. When balance was achieved, Mother could once again walk the Earth freely without the undeserving labels bestowed upon her by patriarchy. She had been depicted as Lilith or the whore of Babylon in her earlier manifestations as patriarchy had twisted history to make her seem like a demon to fear rather than a bringer of light and wisdom. History was indeed always rewritten by the victors but soon that was about to change…

 

Vitas – Lucia Di Lammermoor

A thousand answers

A thousand answers

25 September 2020

 

The question mattered

unanswered it dug away

into my mind’s eye

 

Port to port I roamed

a deeply drunken sailor

veiled knowledge my quest

 

The ship sailed onwards

a ghostly trace of itself

against moonlit skies

 

Cells resonated

reverberating thunder

Lightning struck in soul

 

New realms unfolding

in the space within my heart

rose up to the helm

 

A thousand answers

spilled into my yearning mind

tracing shining lines

 

Reading of the poem:

Hammock – Circular As Our Way (Silencia)

All rage now vanquished

All rage now vanquished

23 September 2020

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Seething energy

the fury of elements

breaks into a storm

 

Heavy lightning strikes

Nature no longer passive

shares its violence

 

All furor unleashed

in sync with nature’s madness

heavens turn ink black

 

Churned into frenzy

seascapes heave with creeping waves

overcoming land

 

Waters once stagnant

restore passion of their roots

Marshes spill over

 

Ferocity speaks

intensity at its peak

in quaking mountains

 

The heart follows storms

A pyre for minds alights

magmatic, alive

 

Wistful rain falls fast

upon the brooding landscapes

reluctant soothing

 

Gradual easing

Slow trickle of honey flows

into my bosom

 

The quiet restored

Ire a ghost of the past

All rage now vanquished

 

Reading of the poem:

Michael Kiwanuka – Love and Hate

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Challenge using the words “Slow” and “Fury” or their synonyms. Rules and other poems can be found here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-324-furyslow/