I dwell within grace 21 February 2023
Stormy times The lightning runs free breaks the tree slow exchange From wilderness will to change rainbows cover me I give light A token of peace within me reaches out A stirring fills me throughout budding gift to flout Eyelids stir remembrance of days when we were twined relays My feathers offer solace I dwell within grace Reading of the poem:
Falling Back to You - Delerium
Universe to see 7 April 2023
Reeling head Visions of morrow populate irises I now fathom what this is: message to translate Lightning scars Stormy weather speaks wilderness Fledgling reeks of unsettled heaviness on journey to stars I seek Truth Straight knowing journey leads to source shining course I float within a new me Universe to see Reading of the poem:
Beautiful Chorus - Infinite Universe (Official Visualizer)
Death converts to life
8 September 2018
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
20 August 2018
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
2 March 2018
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
23 February 2018
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
The Shaman Tales 2: Rain down on me
15 February 2018
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
13 November 2017
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:
Ketil Bjornstad – Intimacy
Ketil Bjørnstad & David Darling The River II
John Donne – Lovers Infiniteness / Music: Ketil Bjornstadt
Overcoming waves
25 March 2017
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:
The Light Between Oceans – Rubén Melià
Three with the Heart leave
4 March 2017
Do you Hear
Approaching Thunder
The lightning
Announces
When flesh will be paid ounces
Of the Dark Matter
Do you Know
The falling raindrops
They precede
What we heed
To gardens of old we yield
Ivy climbs the walls
Now believe
Nothing left to grieve
Repeated
The Advice
Given by the three blind mice
Three with the Heart leave
Reading of the poem:
Sound in my Heart – Stive Morgan