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/

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

Multiverse forming

Multiverse forming

28 August 2020

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The flower of Life

Unfolding in my head space

Roots sprouting from heart

 

Dominions to come

Clustered possibilities

Multiverse forming

 

Dreams held in the sky

Unparalleled mysteries

Synapses gyrate

 

Reading of the poem:

Tchinares – Levon Minassian & Armand Amar

Invoking the Mother

Invoking the Mother

26 July 2020

Courtesy amino apps

 

She had seen it in a dream as vividly as she was now seeing the sun shining outside. It was time for the Mother to come fully into this Earth and accomplish her work from the inside. It was time for her to purge the Earth so that balance may be restored on a higher plane than what could be achieved in the present state of affairs. Mother had always been a patron of the innocent and the weak and although she presented a terrifying face to her adversaries, she reverted back to her more gentle nature when the battle was over and she was faced only with the innocent. She was a force of destruction as far as evil was concerned but maintained her motherly attributes as far as the innocent were concerned and so far too many innocent had been suffering.

 

The Mother needed a vessel to carry her consciousness and she had carefully prepared for this for several years now. The vessel needed to have a segmented mind where part of the consciousness of the Mother could be downloaded while the rest of the mind could house the consciousness of the vessel itself. She was willing to be that vessel and had meditated using the kundalini technique in order to split her own mind. Although this had been painful and not without its consequences, she reflected that it would all be worth it once the Mother was there. The Mother’s consciousness, even though in part, could only be stored in nine fragmented parts of the vessel’s mind with the vessel’s own mind dwelling in the tenth part, which is why it had taken her years to reach that level of fragmentation and dissociation without totally losing her sanity.

 

The tools used for the ceremony to invoke the Mother to complete the downloading of her consciousness into her were not unlike those used to invoke the Marid except that there was no need for a protective circle and the candles used were red and black. The red represented the blood or primordial life form and the black represented the void from which all consciousness derived. There was already a fragment of the Mother inside a part of her consciousness and this guided her in disposing the red and black candles around the circles of aging blood also known as menstrual blood and those of fresh blood from her pricked finger. She sat naked amid the circles with the trident marked in blood on her forehead and the same marked in blood around the area of her navel and started the chanting. Soon the Mother would appear and all the evil on the Earth would slowly start to disintegrate. It might take its time and would probably take its toll on her but at the end it would all be worth it.

 

Most powerful Shri Kali Sahasranama Stotram | 1008 names of Kali Maa | श्री काली सहस्त्रनाम स्तोत्रम

Stillness of my breath

Stillness of my breath

12 July 2020

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Summer turned lazy

It watched the path to waters

sizzle under rain

 

My footsteps left stains

of earthen recollections

green grass and brown dirt

 

The winding path led

To where waters encountered

stillness of my breath

 

Reading of the poem:

Beethoven – Sonate au Clair de Lune + 300 Peintures

My chest blazed alight

My chest blazed alight

11 July 2020

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I painted the skies

the colour of you and me

It rained like monsoons

 

The twilight stood out

The moon shaded its surface

The night breathed tremors

 

My chest blazed alight

Fireflies hid in spaces

your hand now held high

 

Reading of the poem:

Stevie Wonder – Overjoyed

The love you give

The love you give

2 July 2020

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She did not see him often over whatsapp these days as he was usually busy with his work and then would just crash on his couch to forget the stress of the day. She felt she should ask him to be more available but it was only three months since they met on a dating site and she felt it might be premature to ask more of his time. She decided instead to be less available herself to avoid the feeling of discomfort she felt when waiting for him to be available. She thought it absurd that at the beginning of their relationship they should already be behaving like an old couple each with their own interests and hardly available for each other.

 

She could hear skype ringing in the background. She glanced at her laptop and saw that it was him. For some reason he did not seem to want to use whatsapp. Her finger paused over the answering button and she slowly withdrew it. She let the laptop ring again as he persisted. She slowly inched out of the view of the camera as if he could see her even without her answering the skype call. She wondered if she was being childish but then again she wanted to be needed and not always readily available at his beck and call while he had been so unavailable the past days.

 

She returned to her laptop once the skype call had stopped and started watching videos. Her whatsapp starting ringing and she could see it was him again. She almost answered before checking herself and keeping her hands tightly to her sides. The phone buzzed and she could see it was him again. A message appeared on her screen “Where are you. I need to talk to you”. She could hardly contain herself so she made a trip to the bathroom where she plucked her eyebrows conscientiously.

 

She returned after a while. There were several messages. She read through them slowly and one caught her attention. It said “I feel I don’t deserve you sometimes. I am just overwhelmed by the day’s work and hardly have any energy and you are always there with so much energy and kindness. I want to make it up to you, to be a better partner. I want to deserve you. The love you give, it is unique. Call me when you are free”. She smiled. Her finger hovered over the button to the right of his image. He seemed to look at her pleadingly. She pressed the button and saw his face come alive instantaneously. “Hi”…

 

Rumi ♡ – Choose Love

Initiation settled

Initiation settled

29 June 2020

Courtesy youtube.com

 

Looking glass flutters

Imagination runs wild

Hidden realms move slow

 

The will breaks the want

Clusters of thoughts roam alone

Happenstance strikes heart

 

Adventures beckon

Hearts of dragons follow suit

Maze in mind ensues

 

Flowers open buds

Colours explode in the skies

Codes of nature blend

 

Summertime weds spring

Beginning meets the ending

Meanings spring to light

 

The pathways dissolve

Initiation settled

primary resolve

 

Reading of the poem:

Stive Morgan – Nature Dance

Eyes seeing unseen

Eyes seeing unseen

27 June 2020

Courtesy the Iranian

 

Whirring soft

the wheels in motion

gather moss

as they roll

They pick up speed, lose control

from the momentum

 

Target lost

Blind aim untoward

they gather

second stones

ready now to break the bones

intention resolved

 

The victim

hair flowing downward

pining teen

chained to Earth

all but chest above the floor

eyes seeing unseen

 

 

In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.

 

Reading of the poem:

Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver

Free of memories

Free of memories

25 June 2020

Courtesy stocksy united

 

I carried

the desert landscapes

into mind

All alone

I raised with them paths of stone

that heart will rewind

 

Grey lit dawns

Walks in nothingness

they remind

of my share

of all that I once held dear

vanished in thin air

 

See no fear

My eyes are laden

with the hope

of morrows

when heart expunges sorrows

free of memories

 

Reading of the poem:

♪ Stive Morgan – Solar Wind