Supernova in making

Supernova in making

10 December 2017

 

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Wildcard score

Hidden in the night

Throbbing core

Blinding door

Supernova in making

Silence beckons soft

 

Deltas spin

Around my bosom

Aching flowers

Waning hours

Serendipity watching

Renewed momentum

 

Tedium

Rearranging paths

Salted rain

Subdued pain

Explosions inside of me

Black hole takes over

 

 

Stepping Stars – David Arkenstone

 

The Spirit Lovers – Chapter Eight: Martin’s return

The Spirit Lovers – Chapter Eight: Martin’s return

29 November 2017

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Martin wakes up in his hotel room with a strange feeling of not knowing where he is and of having been separated from something he cared about dearly without knowing what it was. His head feels heavy and his eyes feel sore. He gingerly puts a foot down to step off the bed and his head reels. It takes him a few minutes to adjust and be able to put the other foot down and stand up without feeling queasy. He takes in his surroundings as calmly as he can but cannot remember how he had come here. He slowly figures out it is a hotel room and as he goes to the phone to start dialing he remembers that he had left his wife at home after their quarrel and headed towards this hotel.

He dials the number of his wife, not realising that he has forgotten all about his true love.

  • Helga, good morning. I wanted to say I was sorry. I don’t know what came over me
  • What do you mean it took me six months to come to that conclusion? I have only been away for a couple of months.
  • I am not sure what you mean by that but I don’t remember what happened in those other four months. Can I come home?

Rita thinks back to how you had described the scene to her and how you had realised from the smile of relief on Martin’s face that his wife seems to have forgiven him. She remembers you describing how you watched him starting to pack his suitcase before you orbed back to where I was standing with her trying to console her as she wept Martin’s disappearance. She wonders why the couple of nights that they had passed together in that alternate reality appeared as a distorsion of several months in this reality. She feels a surge in her heart like every time she thinks about Martin but tries to overcome it. Tears well in her eyes and she bites her lip trying to contain them before they spill over her cheeks profusely.

Martin winces while carrying the suitcase down. It seems like something is wrong within his ribcage and he feels like a strain in his heart. He continues carrying the suitcase down and asks the receptionist for help with the other larger suitcases left upstairs. He also enquires if there is a doctor as he is not feeling well. The receptionist enquires and soon a doctor is made available to Martin who by now is convinced that he might be suffering a heart attack as the pain grows in his chest. The doctor who examines him tells him that he finds nothing wrong with his heartbeats nor anything else but that to be on the safer side he should go to the hospital.

Martin rings his wife again to inform her of the news and sets out to the nearest hospital in the hotel’s chauffeured car. When he reaches the hospital, they too find nothing wrong with him but decide to keep him under observation for the day. Martin looks at his wife who has come and realises that he is relieved she is with him but he feels nothing towards her now that she is here. He tries to reproduce the longing he had experienced that morning but it is not there. He wonders what made that change and why it is that he is not longing for her anymore. Is it because she gave in and came so easily to his side, he wonders.

Helga puts her lips softly against Martin’s a few tears falling from her eyes as she does so. Her lips freeze as she realises that he is not reciprocating. She pulls back noticing that he does not seem moved by her kiss and realises that he seems to be in the same frame of mind as when he left several months ago. He had mentioned an excursion he wanted to make to take time off from being with each other and to think about the future. Martin looks into Helga’s eyes and all he can feel is friendliness and gratitude that she came to be by his side.

  • You are a great woman, Helga, he says
  • I am your wife Martin
  • I know. I wish I could change things but somehow the magic is gone
  • Just this morning you were telling me you wanted to come home, you seemed to have rekindled that love you had for me
  • I’m sorry Helga. I felt like that this morning when I woke up but I don’t anymore

Martin does not tell Helga that he still feels that impression but simply not directed towards her. He prefers not telling her as he does not wish to hurt her but also because he would be at a loss trying to explain towards whom he has these feelings. He stands up and decides to discharge himself from the hospital as they can find nothing wrong

Rita wipes away the tears from her face and decides to start her mission at the House of Love. She opens the doors to the visitors and graciously answers all their questions about the great love between Nina and Harold the rock star. As honeymooners and couples pass by admiring the various emblems of love she feels her heart warm up to them as she can feel the love surging from them and towards her, pacifying her.

Martin accompanies Helga home and goes through his things. He realises he cannot stay with Helga and feels sorry for having given her false hopes again. He wants to understand more about himself and why he is feeling so forlorn for a love he cannot identify. He knows that his therapist is not going to help him much because he only asks questions and Martin knows that he does not have the answers to any of the questions that the therapist would probably ask. While he is going through his things, he sees a brochure for a place called House of Love and notices that he had circled the address and scribbled down a series of dates and a phone number. He calls the phone number and a person responds that it is an agency that organises honeymoon vacations as well as retreats for couples in a place called the House of Love.

Martin parks his car outside the place called the House of Love and realises it seems as familiar as the agency had seemed. He rings the bell and is welcomed by a butler who takes his coat and tells him that he is a bit early but the House of Love never rejects visitors so he would be welcome to stay in the library while the lady of the house gets ready for visitors. After a short while, Rita goes into the library to welcome the first visitors and comes face to face with Martin.

  • Martin! She exclaims
  • I know you, he answers
  • How did you get here
  • I know you. Who are you?

Rita throws her arms around him and in that instant all the other essences of Martin gather again within him and he knows. He turns her face slowly towards him and kisses her with all of his longing realising this was the woman he had been longing for when he woke up in that hotel room.

  • I know you from before Time, he says
  • I love you from beyond Time, beyond doubt…

He kisses her and the visitors who start pouring into the House of Love start clapping. Some japanese visitors among them take photographs or videos thinking that this is a performance which is part of the exhibition. You and I look at each other with delight though we know that this will definitely be sending some more ripples across time.

Le Flex – Kiss Me

Into a New Age

Into a New Age

29 October 2017

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Fairy dance

Nibbles at my feet

At Midnight

Witching hour

Time opens up the flower

Petal at a Time

 

I blow rhyme

She blows the bubbles

They reach me

In music

Overcoming the rubble

Of a life crumbling

 

Frame tumbling

Hastiness reflects

Intentions

Set so deep

Inside Heart promises keep

What the mind rejects

 

Send me note

Summon me a flute

We will play

While they shoot

Shadows on the wall the same

Intention in game

 

Hurried steps

Down winding staircase

That the winds

Whistle through

Patterns projected untrue

The light sometimes lies

 

Hear my sighs

I bleed contr’alto

Bridges lift

Heart’s gusto

Takes frozen frame in tempo

Into a New Age

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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The Mercy of the World – Quinn

I will believe – Quinn

Things once held dear – Quinn

The truth of heartstrings

The truth of heartstrings

22 October 2017

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Tell me tale

As I will inhale

Pollen struck

Flower pots

Loose scent of forget-me-nots

Unraveling slow

 

Wade with me

In murky rivers

Three bereft

Cleanliness

A phantom while corpses left

On pyres alit

 

Shower me

Blue meteorites

Corpuscules

Caving in

In sync with the whisperings

The truth of heartstrings

 

Reading of the poem: 

Of Life and Love – Rumi poetry

Fragments of my Heart

Fragments of my Heart

17 October 2017

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Units locked

Trinity’s stitches

Sewing clean

Hems pristine

Garments of blue and silver

Shimmering Thirteen

 

Months untied

Delving into Self

Rocky ride

Feet to stride

Capturing the pace supreme

Pictured in the dream

 

Lay shallow

Pick up the pieces

Pride returned

Game adjourned

The liveliness now shaking

Fragments of my heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

I Love – Sergey Grischuk

Moment – Sergey Grischuk

Island of my Soul – Sergey Grischuk

Shadows past

Shadows past

10 October 2017

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Crimson flash

A heart beckoning

Heat waves crust

Turns to ash

Head reeling regenerates

The organ from sting

 

Bent at core

Arrow is blessing

Wanting more

Needing none

Pointing to where all the fun

Ends in unearthing

 

Shadows past

Glimpse of yesteryears

Skeletal

Immortal

Traces of forgotten fears

Now paid in arrears

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Deep listening – Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)

In the inner Truth

In the inner Truth

6 October 2017

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Consciousness

A spiralling cord

Oscillates

Synchronised

In fluctuations that point

To memories alit

 

Reading bliss

In shadows turned blue

Pearl abode

Fearless sword

Cutting through superfluous

Reach infinite core

 

Dual touch

Revival complete

Self replete

Path to pleat

Songs of yesterday repeat

In the inner Truth

 

Reading of the poem: 

Together – Talvin Singh & Niladri Kumar