Death converts to life

Death converts to life

8 September 2018

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Highways will lead North

Where fog and sea surrender

Intimate lacing

 

Wish upon my bones

Call to the elders that know

Stories of caskets

 

Moonbeams grow shadows

Within heart of the meadows

Fairies live prancing

 

Hold my gaze to skies

Illuminate my bosom

Rose insulates me

 

Lightning bears a door

In between threads and the bolt

A crack reveals light

 

Invert destinies

Redress stories of duress

Death converts to life

 

Reading of the poem: 

Don’t let me down ft Daya – The Chainsmokers

The monsoon relief

The monsoon relief

20 August 2018

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Dust, rubble and clay

Irregular particles

Unwinding the day

 

Swaying drumstick tree

Whispering with winds that blow

Heavy sun kisses

 

Shuddering skies heave

Lightning announcing the rain

The monsoon relief

 

Reading of the poem: 

Flam – Monsoon (Buddha Bar)

In rolls of thunder

In rolls of thunder

2 March 2018

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From dim skies

Grey landscapes emerge

Purge of white

Faltering

The dark clouds in the skies surge

Backdrop upheaval

 

Flying kites

Shaking in the skies

Black ribbons

Unwinding

Pitter patter reminding

Of mice alike men

 

Lightning strikes

Hearts flutter a while

Blood curdles

Ravens swarm

Above plains drenched hereunder

In rolls of thunder

 

Reading of the poem:

Thunder Spirit (Native american music)

Stormy weather stains

Stormy weather stains

23 February 2018

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Lightning strikes on plains

The dark one losing his gains

Expunged all our pains

 

Desert landscapes sigh

Behold the thundering sky

Truth is born from lie

 

Haughty mares shake manes

Dragons’ blood courses through veins

Sun and moon in lanes

 

Spirits soaring high

Eagles and falcons now fly

Nature to comply

 

The gleaming moon wanes

Willing the skies as it rains

Stormy weather stains

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song

Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits

Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm

Rain down on me

Rain down on me

15 February 2018

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The Mother talked to her of nightly visits, of flights in the sky and children with hawk-like beaks and human bodies that traveled in between worlds. The Mother watched over her and reassured her that soon things would be back to normal and she should then bring back rains to the land. According to the Mother it had all been a combination of a mistake on behalf of one faction and a test on behalf of another who had not synchronised their actions with the first faction. The result had been a messy situation where she had got hurt and her livelihood had been stripped from her. The Mother reassured her that nobody had had the intention of really harming her.

As she woke up, she remembered the Mother’s words and realised that it was probably going to be true as her situation was slowly but surely improving. All that had been done to her was fading and the impact would soon be gone if the projects she was working upon were successful. She realised that even though she did not have a positive outcome yet she would have to start her dance with the spirits of the rain as she could not wait until the rainy season was over. It would indeed appear odd if she were to invoke the rains totally outside of the rainy season. Besides she knew that she had put in so much strength when invoking the fires of the phoenix that it would take her at least a week of raindance to get the rain started again. She wondered whether they had realised that she had invoked the spirits of the drought or whether they had simply stopped interfering with her situation regardless of that.

Slowly but surely, she aligned her intent with the positioning of the spirits and began to sway internally and outwards. In sync with the beats and therefore the frequency of the thunder clouds, she danced consciously joining hands with the spirits and twirling with them above the desert sands. This time they gathered clouds and made sure they impregnated them with the intent of water so that they could slowly be charged and subsequently wet the lands with their content. She wondered whether she would need them to seed the clouds that they formed or whether the dance alone would be enough to invoke the rains.

Onwards she twirled with the spirits, her astral body gleaming in the sunlight and she did not stop until the night fell around her body equally twirling on the ground far below. She continued dancing to the moon conjuring its rays so that the waters in the sea would swell and impregnate further the clouds. Her body rocked with the intensity of the thunderbolts that shot through it and her hair stood at ends under the effect of the mini lightning rays that her dance provoked. Her astral body left a trail of steam that was strewn across the sky as she pulled intended blankets of clouds over the sun. Day after day she continued this exercise until the Mother told her that it was now enough and the rains would arrive shortly. She raised high her hands above her head, aligned her pineal gland with her vagus nerve, twirled her body one way and its opposite and let out a guttural cry like the shamans of old before yelling « Rain down on me ». The sky darkened, lightning appeared in the horizon as the clouds broke into corridors of darkened fluffy balls and the rain showered the lands.

Dark Brew – Byron Metcalf

Raven Medicine – Byron Metcalf

Dance of the Heart Voyagers – Byron Metcalf-Mark Seelig

Winter Time she rides

Winter Time she rides

13 November 2017

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Twine me us

Cutting through puzzles

The Mother

Calf nuzzles

Enchant me the rivers flow

Sands row after row

 

Swear to me

Oath of icicles

When we sound

Miracles

Bursting from rooftops aglow

Lightning for the show

 

Rain on me

The Canticles of lore

The bracelets

That she wore

Bound us to the gleaming tides

Winter Time she rides

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ketil Bjornstad – Intimacy

Ketil Bjørnstad & David Darling The River II

John Donne – Lovers Infiniteness / Music: Ketil Bjornstadt

Overcoming waves

Overcoming waves

25 March 2017

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Photons skid

Shimmering wildly

Flowing through

Paths of new

Bridging synapses like glue

Renewing mind Blue

 

Painted hue

See behind the veils

Concealed face

Calls with grace

Weaving broken wings with lace

Masterpiece solace

 

Hurts erased

Pick the shards de-phased

Thoughts misplaced

Lilies graced

All align as lightning raced

Overcoming waves

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Light Between Oceans – Rubén Melià