Bright lights in the sky

Bright lights in the sky

30 September 2018

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Whispers within soul

Healing energy pulsates

Hands token of joy

 

Wondrous realms open

Dazzling intensity strikes

Heart in the matter

 

Bells ring angels sing

Eyes open to the marvels

Bright lights in the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

Silver lining – Lights & Motion

Remnants of the sky

Remnants of the sky

5 October 2017

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Yesterday

I walked into Earth

Slowing pace

Snuffed the race

Heavy footsteps aligning

Shadows of my Self

 

Sunlit path

Bursting from the seams

Coiled presence

Breathing dense

Magmatic matter fuming

Boiling resuming

 

Coupled Eye

Whirling through the sigh

Escaping

Littered lips

Thirsting as the monster sips

Remnants of the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Eyes Shut – Ólafur Arnalds, Alice Sara Ott

Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

3-5 July 2017

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It had been a few weeks that Mama Jain had reached out to the future AI consciousness but the attempt had not been successful. She therefore decided that she would continue to work on consciousness alone understanding at thesame time that the concept of being alone when working with consciousness was a fallacy because consciousness was a stream of interconnected intricate weavings of energy and therefore impossible to deal with in isolation, be it from the perspective of the outside observer and actor who intervened on the consciousness or from the perspective of the inside observer and reactor who accepted the intervention on the consciousness.

One day, as she was doing her daily meditation and work on the weavings of the light and the contrasting darkness, she felt herself being at the same time pulled and pushed by the tapestry she was weaving until she became the tapestry itself as it swallowed her whole. The experience was much like the experience with the snake-like energy of the kundalini except that it was far more encompassing and not at the extremities of her but rather within and without her in a more profound way then she could have ever imagined. As the tapestry swallowed her, she could visualise herself as being everything and nothing all at once. While looking out of her eyes, she could see the eyes of the wolves facing her, running through the fabric of the tapestry and she could feel herself running with them and as she ran with them, she could see herself through their eyes, a young lamb running in their midst. Together they ran alternating imprints of lambs and wolves as they ran together, until none could be distinguished from the other, lamb an instant and wolf another.

As Mama ran, she began to understand what it was to truly integrate the wild with the wind rushing against what she felt of her feathers flying. Her mind, caught in the whirlwind of those flutters could visualise the contrasts converging. Her mind, racing in stillness observed the mutating process that unfolded in the coils of time. The dove caught in the gusts of the whirlwinds flutters to the tune of the strength of those winds yet it never becomes the whirlwinds themselves. Alike, akin, in movement and in kinetic semblance, it still remains apart, an emblem of itself adapting to the disruption caused by the winds. Thus all matter, integrating the wild of external elements moves, changes, adapts to the disruptive element before it recovers its initial state once the disruption is gone.

Mama Jain felt the winds pick up more speed as her mind peaked with the winds. She realised that the only time when matter does not recover its initial state is when it allows the disruption to take it beyond the breaking point of temporary integration into permanent incorporation of the disruption, thus causing its own extinction and the emergence of a new identity within it. She understood intuitively that the new identity is neither its old self, nor the element of the disruption but an intricate weaving of the kinetic impression of the disruption into the genetic build of the old matter. Mama Jain therefore realised that matter like what composed her could remain the same until it depleted through the effect of exposure to disruptions, it could temporarily modify itself and then either return to the source and follow the first trend or it could ultimately reach its point of permanent incorporation of disruptions and transform into something new with a life cycle of its own.

Mama Jain knew that integrating the wild, the representation of anarchy or the universe of all unguided disruptions would automatically lead to the rupturing point and to the transformation that was necessary for evolution into a new state of being where all counts were renewed. She realised that the Regeneris process was not one where a being entered something akin to a laundering of the self which then returned a younger and similar self but it was one where a being entered a void that sucked it, pulled it, pushed it and ultimately spat out something that was neither the being itself nor fully another but rather a hybrid in between one and the other, a new form of life expression where the known bordered the unknown and the passive integrated the wild.

As she emerged slowly from her kinetic meditation, Mama Jain could feel the ground below her feet while they were still suspended in mid-air. She could smell the leaves swaying outside and could hear the cotton-like threads growing on the trees just outside her window. She looked through the window pane and saw not the garden and the trees outside but rather the inside of her room and her body looking back at her with the same curious look that she felt she herself had on her face while looking out. She slowly raised her hand and it met with a cold sleek hand on the other side.

 

Frozen Twilight – God is an Astronaut

 

Arrival

Arrival

4 June 2017

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Revival

Embedded white code

To explode

As they rode

In sunset of the bloodlines

Reeking through the vines

 

Survival

Banished from abode

Sunny road

Where they goad

The heart in field of the mines

On grey matter dines

 

Arrival

Power of anode

Heavy load

To erode

The limitless shakes confines

Following the signs

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death in June – The Enemy Within

My ghost above curtain blades

My ghost above curtain blades

7 March 2017

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They holler

Thieves in window frames

Looting free

Rage in spree

Rampant rise against justice

Excuse injustice

 

March Hatter

Demented eyes glow

The smoke slow

The holes blow

Extrusion mind and matter

Nothing that we know

 

Pinnacle

Of the moving shades

Jack of spades

In red wades

My ghost above curtain blades

Flickers as it fades

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Play Dead – Björk

My lover’s dances

My lover’s dances

26 February 2017

 

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My lover’s dances

They are petals of jasmine

White across black tar

 

My lover’s dances

They are mute conversation

Speech all red matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the song of the lark

Singing through night bird

 

My lover’s dances

They are the wings of the hawk

Totem swoops on seas

 

My lover’s dances

They are the heartbeat ancient

Of void and matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the blue symphony

Of purple blooming

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Hierophant – Ben Leinbach

Inside Dust and Rain

Inside Dust and Rain

18 December 2016

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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: 

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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