Master to pleasure
5 May 2019
Shadowed skies
Glow in sunlit moon
The closed palms
Open soon
Twist and turn to hidden rune
Heaving written lies
Silent start
Journey in the wake
Slave in part
Teacher’s art
Ice he laid upon my heart
Never to depart
Steep the cost
A pound no measure
In the frost
Words were lost
Riddles once all my treasure
Master to pleasure
Reading of the poem:
North – Hammock
Recovering soul
29 October 2017
Listen now
Once upon a Time
We alone
Shifted frames
Not needing passage through death
We occupied clay
Heated Earth
Magmatic stardust
Heart revelled
Mind excelled
The spirit soared young and free
Inside wilderness
Plastered names
We partook in death
Lingering
Mute power
Master the servant now blames
Recovering soul
Reading of the poem:
I am lost – Quin
The Scribes 4: Retro conjuring and Elohim’s blessings
1 October 2017
Scribe 23 had now recovered from her disappointment and despair at having ruined the ceremony of releasing the primal. The Master had not come to visit her for a couple of weeks after the incident when a hurried act needed to be carried out instead of the beautiful ceremony that so many scribes had hoped to witness. She was not sure at first whether it was because she had caused the incident but he soon reassured her that it was simply because he was too busy with other ventures.
She walked around aimlessly in the house as she had already conjured all the items the people from the neighbouring cities requested with the help of all the energies that were available as well as to the residual energy in her heart. She realised that Elohim had only sucked the excess energy but left her enough to conjure all the imtes. Such was the power of the Masters that they knew to the milligram of energy what would be required. She sighed and thought to herself that she must forget this unfortunate event and look forward to when new items would be needed again for conjuring. Unfortunately now nobody would need her to conjure anything for several weeks. She realised that this meant she must keep away from the sun or she would involuntarily soak in more energy and risk reaching a point of combustion.
It was while she was walking aimlessly that the Master arrived. As usual she could feel his presence but not see his face. It seemed that he was not yet ready to disclose fully his identity and show his face.
Scribe 23 put on her cloak and followed her Master using her echolocation skills as she could not see him. They journeyed through portals that took them through continents in the same way that a joyride would take someone from one point to the other like a train in a twirling tunnel. Her Master seemed to always stay ahead of her and she was glad as she had no idea where they were going. When her Master finally stopped travelling into portals, she could see a small clearing in the woods where her Master was heading. Scribe 23 shook some of the ice that had formed around her cloak as some of the portals’ waters was frozen. She looked toward her Master and enquired why they were in the woods.
Scribe 23 said nothing as her Master said this final truth that she herself had come to realise throughout her life. One minute could change everything sometimes between finding a door open or closed, between catching a train or losing it. She asked her master whether he would show himself now but he was unwilling to do so but mentioned he would after the ceremony was over.
They both sat on a small tree trunk in the midst of the clearing and waited. Scribe 23 wondered what they were waiting for and wanted to ask her Master but he seemed too engrossed in meditation so she did not dare disturb him. Just as this thought occurred to her, he opened his eyes and told her that they would not have to wait for long anymore. No sooner had he said that than a group of scribes started arriving and took seating at the other tree trunks. As she watched them getting seated she realised that the tree trunks were disposed in a circle and seemed to have been disposed that way by humans and not by nature.
Scribe 23 was awed by the prospect of the ceremony and the appearance of other Masters. These were visible to the naked eye and had their own apprentice scribe accompanying them. They all smiled at her as if she were a child and she smiled back, a bit embarassed by their attention and how inexperienced she felt they thought her to be. The Master giggled by her side and she knew that he had sensed her embarassment. After everybody had gathered, some of the scribes lit a fire by projecting some of his energy onto the pile of leaves and tree trunks at the center of the clearing. As soon as the fires were high, the scribes starting throwing something that seemed like leaves except that they had aromatic scents to them when they burnt.
The Master asked Scribe 23 to sit as near to the fire as she could possibly do and he then proceeded to attaching a second locket at her neck. It looked very similar to the first locket he had granted her and he answered her mentally that it was. After attaching it, the Master asked her to circle the fire seven times before stopping in front of him again, which she did eager to please him. At the end of the seventh round, the Master slowly materialised in front of her eyes and she was amazed at his appearance. Before she could say anything, a sound of clapping made her turn around. On the opposite side of where she and the Master stood, there drifted the head of Elohim, the Primal Master.
She cried out in surprise and this caused Elohim to come closer. It was a strange sight to see this head floating without a body but Elohim answered her that he did not need a body, nor a head for that matter but that it helped create a link with people who could not see beyond the physical. Elohim offered to create himself a body if she felt uncomfortable talking to a head but she said she was fine so he stayed as a head. The Master then introduced her officially to Elohim as being his disciple and Master at which Elohim smiled. When he smiled, the whole forest seemed to shine with a beautiful golden ray and the trees seemed on fire although she knew that this was not possible.
Slowly and carefully, Elohim materialised outstretched hands and placed them on her shoulders. With a slight pull to her frame, he brought her closer to him and blessed her three times announcing that she was now a Master in her own right. After he had blessed her, all the scribes rose and she was hailed as a Master before they all clapped. Once the clapping had subsided, the Master asked her to lead the dance around the fires and she led them heartily, dancing a gig, her hand tightly held by the Master who followed her every step. As they danced around faster and faster, it seemed to Scribe 23 that they were literally dancing on the fire that seemed to coil around itself like a fractal snail so she asked the Master whether they would hurt themselves. The Master merely gazed at her and smiled.
Aphrodite – Stive Morgan
Southern bound
5 May 2017
Look around
Forlorn beaten ground
None to hound
Southern bound
The pathways never astound
Master of the sound
Reading of the poem:
Southerly signals – As Seas Exhale
Vers l’Avant – As Seas Exhale
The Healing process – As Seas Exhale
Inside Dust and Rain
18 December 2016
The plans grand
Breathless humour brand
Shifting sand
Netherland
Sum of all insanity
Equators disband
They demand
Spin out of control
Two-way land
Rising stand
Ruling factions reprimand
Mind traps beyond bland
Intellect
More than mind to know
Heart to show
His hands slow
Curving matter beyond glow
Where light meets the pulse
Past regret
Bids no future time
Spoken rhyme
Broken spine
You will bring back what was mine
Beyond cherry trees
Tragic quirks
Inside shadow lurks
Tight-lipped smirks
Leveled perks
Renouncing calamity
Master derails train
Magic works
Inside Dust and Rain
Wipe the stain
Heal the pain
Teardrops falling on the plain
Where we meet again
Reading of the poem:
Song for my Father – Brett Anderson
Back to You – Brett Anderson & Emmanuelle Seigner
Dust and Rain – Brett Anderson
The Empress – Brett Anderson
With You Within You – Brett Anderson
The infinite Kiss – Brett Anderson
Blue kingdoms my fleet
16 December 2016
Genius
The light in the mind
Two of kind
Blood rewind
A twin bird from a dark cell
Ripping cage corners
Ravenous
Brittle Heart’s outcry
From the split
Of close knit
A chest breaking teeth to grit
Skies path candlelit
Gracious
Punctuality
Kings respect
None to fret
We hasten to seconds met
Within Earthly Times
Radius
Mid of my circle
Riddled Pi
My mind’s eye
Takes me places where I lie
Within God’s bosom
Glorious
Unveiled symphonies
Mind at ease
None to tease
Cradled lion on his knees
Master of the breeze
Rapturous
Final encounter
Your footstep
In Heartbeat
The bells ringing as we meet
Blue kingdoms my fleet
Reading of the poem:
Closure – Arcana
Medea – Arcana
Lost in Time – Arcana
In Memoriam – Arcana
Icons – Arcana
God of the Winds – Arcana
The Scribes 2: Releasing the Primal
14 December 2016
Scribe 23 was holding a locket that belonged to her Master and had been sent to her through his representatives. It was attached to a gold chain that had hung from her Master’s neck and was now swinging around her own. In the locket were inscribed the words invocatio and opposite the words there was a tiny vial that contained a few drops of the blood of the first Master, Elohim, who had passed the locket on to his first disciple Gabriel. She played around with the locket nervously while pondering whether her Master would deem it was the Time to leave yet and join him. Outside, in the outline of the sky, she could guess the dawn arriving but the city was still sleeping.
In one swift movement, she leapt out of the window and flew to the nearest building. She had first been exhilarated about having acquired this new skill but now it was getting tedious as she had to keep using the energy to do that. She had conjured items with too many usage times for the city and nobody needed anything anymore so she had to reduce the overflowing energy floating around so as to avoid the fate of those who had imploded. Throughout the years too much energy had accumulated within her as she had conjured very often and people had rewarded her immensely with their flow.
Perched on the top of the nearby building, she observed her own dwelling lying several meters below. She knew that she was not supposed to as they were essentially nomads but she had grown fond of this dwelling where she had stayed longer than with the others. Despite her attachment to it, she knew though that in an instant she would leave it if the Time did come. She wondered when the Master would summon her and why it was that his teachings had only been from afar unlike how it was for all the other Master-disciple relationships. Ever since the first time he had transferred half of his energy to her, it had been a period of enchantment going from one discovery to another but she had always wondered why he had not simply come into her life openly. Yet she could hardly complain as he accompanied her every step and watched over her at every moment, giving her guidance on every small matter she required assistance on.
Scribe 23 floated down from the building and walked back to the entrance of her dwelling. Dawn submerged the horizons in a growing light until she could slowly feel the sun rising behind her, its warmth slowly invading her back. She turned and gazed at it wondering at its amazing energy that they could harvest from so far away. What most of the population did not know was that the Scribes actually did not need the Earth conduits or the star gazers to derive the energy for the Conjuring. In fact, most Scribes actually were able to harness both energies themselves but they chose not to do it most of the time as they collected too much of it at a time. One of the rare times the Scribes would harness both energies was when they were making a disciple because that was the only way to create the Bond, which was the sacred link that tied a Master to his/her disciple and through which all the teachings were enhanced.
The dwelling in front of her was also waking up like the city behind her which had turned from sleepy to bustling in barely a few minutes. She knew she could no longer float to the balcony now but would have to walk upstairs if she wanted to watch the rising sun. She felt her Master beside her and greeted him. He greeted her back addressing her as Master too which was another oddity in this Master-disciple relationship. When she had asked him about it, his answer had been that she already was what he was preparing her to be. The answer had puzzled her but so had many things with her Master and she had learnt to accept the apparent contradiction and not push further than he was willing to go.
He smiled noticing her confused mood and made her understand that it would soon be the Time. When, she asked excitedly and he responded just a little over a fortnight. He made her understand that they would need the contents of the locket and they would need to perform the Conjuring together to release the Primal for the birth of the second sun. Would a second sun not fully scorch the Earth, she asked but he merely laughed off her question. She wondered what it would be like to have a second sun warming the Earth as he left her temporarily to perform some other task. She pondered that perhaps a second sun would finish off the remaining life on Earth as the heat would then become too intense.
He was back with her as she walked up the stairs and back to her room, onto the balcony where they both watched the rising sun. In over a fortnight, together they would be releasing the Primal. She wondered what that meant really but consoled herself with the fact that soon enough she would know.
Wings of Gabriel – Arcana
Someone else’s dream – Avi Rosenfeld
Far Away – Diana Boncheva
My Master my Slave
9 December 2016
Crossing gates
Of purgatory
The lives held
In barbed wire
The breath through which we expire
Kindling a new fire
Sustenance
More than mere penance
My backbone
Marble stone
Holding through stormy weathers
Loss of my feathers
We carve path
In cloud-rimmed blue skies
Where dark creed
Count the spies
They gather around the lies
Their fear unending
Surrendering
The only option
Giving in
Cloaked and thin
The source errors wanton glitch
Correctional twitch
Leitmotiv
Elevator pitch
I quote Heart
Sing bloodlines
Of all from which we are rich
Before sunset switch
He calls me
My Master my Slave
As we pave
A New World
Building with all that was hurled
The oncoming Wave
Reading of the poem:
The Inferno – Emma Shapplin
The Lovers – Emma Shapplin
Nothing Wrong – Emma Shapplin
Picking up the pieces right
2 October 2016
Illusion of you
Tendrils reaching out tickle
Mind of the fickle
Shimmering carpet
Palpable incandescence
Restoring essence
Jigsaw a flavour
The taste a blend of futures
Daunting promises
Path in needle’s eye
The bosom lost in the sigh
Throat in constriction
Secrets scattering
Master of the ancient ring
Whiff of ocean’s breeze
Blowing with the wind
Picking up the pieces right
Recomposed mind shapes
Reading of the poem:
Dancing with the wind – Omar Akram
Shimmering Star – Omar Akram
Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram
Keys of the Kingdoms
(Shadorma loosely translated into a French shadorma below or here)
19 August 2016
How softly
Eternity speaks
Enticing
Contriving
The Angel lost in diving
Into oblivion
Wither me
Palaces of sighs
Purple skies
Steep pleasures
The master of all leisure’s
Yesterday’s servant
Entrust me
Keys of the Kingdoms
A thatch roof
Floor fireproof
Fallen Angel resumes flight
Earth rotation light
Reading of the poem:
La clé des Royaumes
(Traduction en forme Shadorma d’un Shadorma en anglais. Voir l’original ci-dessus ou ici)
19 août 2016
Qu’elle est douce
L’Eternité parle
Cajolerie
Exquise force
Le saut de l’ange en divorce
Avec l’éternel
Etiole-moi
Palais de soupirs
En cieux pourpres
De plaisirs
Le maître de tous les loisirs
Mon serf anobli
Accorde-moi
La clé des Royaumes
Toit de chaume
N’embrase sol
L’ange déchu reprend l’envol
Terre en rotation
Lecture du poème:
Tumi Bhaja re mana – Manish Vyas
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