The greatest divide

The greatest divide

5 September 2016




Flicker on the clock

Three three three

Wake-up call

Mind goes through all I recall

The buzz of the fall


Dark flashes

The light particles

Spirits haunt

Old temples

The paper burning crumples

The weight of my words


Gathered herds

Reckoning of Times


Through needles

Unbridled journey speeding

Through fabric of space


My wrapping


The loyal

Calm await

They perceive the long lost gait

Whispers of my mind


Circles squared

Answers in the Pi

We research

Fruits of lie

Geometry distorted

In withering planes



The greatest divide

I pierce Heart

In knowledge

Walking on rim of sky’s edge

Soul immemorial


Reading of the poem: 


Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 04: Meditation, par Alain Kremski

Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 01: Voyage vers des lieux inaccessibles, Alain Kremski

Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 03: Recit de la resurrection du Christ, Alain Kremski

Book of Love Book of Shadows

Book of Love Book of Shadows

16 July 2016

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She felt him everywhere. He was the morning sun, the evening moon the gust of wind that made her swoon into the vapours of the night. He was her glorious air and waning light. Dusk had him combing her strands under the shower and through his touch she felt a nourished flower. Dawn had her willing the sundown that he may forsake his crown to lie beside her again as time shifted into new axis. On went life like a joyride and never did he leave for a second her side. He was with her during her daily chores his unseen presence bringing her scores of answers to questions she never asked aloud. The choices were made before she even voices them in morrow’s gate and he was never late.


None felt him but her so vividly like only the fully alive can feel the fully undead. He was a walking ghost in her head. He visited her too when she was awake and never once ever spake although they had much to say to each other and all was said. From the choice of dresses to the choice of her suit the unanswered questions always bore fruit. He was that space in between the atoms and the atom itself. With her neither he nor she had any sense of self. They lived for the other that none would ever smother.


I live you and love you beyond Time he would say and to that reality she would endlessly pray. When the rain would fall she would hear of his ghostly steps the patter and then in the world nothing else would matter as she rose within and without to greet him and flout her newfound alternate ghostly world where she swam to the brim. A world where they would meet in between the blink and the eye between the joy and the sigh when the ravens crowed low and the moon was high.


He was there without a trace, the shadows a remnant of his face that she held so dearly etched in the suburbs of her retina so clearly as she watched him with her inner eye when together their ghosts to every whim did comply. I know you from before Time she said and laid her head on his chest where he stroked out of her mind all unrest. I love you from before Space he replied as he kissed her and sighed for all was now Grace.


There was not a touch she missed nor a spot on his frame she had not kissed. It was all there amid the drops in the air as it stayed in between a sheet of silken sheen. Material immaterial. Earthbound and aerial. Real and ethereal. He knew her every layer of her nightmare he was the slayer. Ever present ever absent a present in past and future tense which reworked the walls of her imagination. Stretched beyond belief, stretched beyond the falling leaf that sheltered the pages of the book that unfolded in her mind. A book she could read even if she were to ever go blind as its leaves were etched in her heart. A book of Love as it twined around her heart like a glove. A book of Shadows that only the heart knows.


Reading of the short story: 


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Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh

Main Yaha Hoon – Udit Narayan

My Man – Geetha Balvannanathan

Material Immaterial

Material Immaterial

27 June 2016

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Never alone

Weight carried by two

Spirit within me and you

More than ghostly touch

Reverberating light


Echo in sight

See with Heart only

The mind falters within grey

Replicating sense

In lost senseless patterns


Raindrops condense

Stories of whispers

They find a way through darkness

Carved foggy crossroads

Where still guides bear lanterns


Now discover

Remnants of the tales

Once told throughout centuries

In gardens of bees

Seekers under cover


The swarms compose

Ode to rising suns

When purple honey clad me

Cloak of the two worlds

Sentiment sediment


Love in the Heart

Speaks not of matter

Material Immaterial

The part for the whole

Drop with Ocean’s backdrop


Reading of the poem: 

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Love Secret – Buddha Bar