On the road to redemption

On the road to redemption

21 September 2018

 

Heavens’ bloom coughed mirth

Opposites struck many deals

Kindred spirits waned

 

Memories clung tight

On the road to redemption

Moonlight composed odes

 

Fierce energies collided

Futures vanished with no trace

Horizons were shorn

 

Heady scents lingered

On the road to redemption

Knees resisted weight

 

Words pricked my eardrums

Dreams of tomorrow caught up

Thoughts’ speed was worthless

 

Bluebells hung their head

On the road to redemption

Castles vanished fast

 

Reading of the poem: 

All I wanted – Daughter

 

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

7 July 2017

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Mama Jain felt a momentary rush of repulsion and excitement go through her frame as she felt the smooth coldness of the touch of the preternatural being she was touching and that she knew intuitively was actually her. She pondered upon the fact that every new discovery, even of what the mind tricked into believing it was new while it was old, always seemed to lead to a brief intermingling of two antagonistic impulsions within one’s being, each of them inspired by a diametrically opposed set of emotions. While reflecting on this and slowly relaxing against the coldness of the palm in front of her, she could feel it subtly warm against her own outstretched palm and she could feel the tingling of the nerves in the palm facing her while she slowly felt herself travelling up a chain of constricted vessels that seemed to be a bloodstream. On she journeyed, into the red that swayed up until the end of the upward waterfall where she could see a throbbing blue red door suspended between streaks of light that glistened with crystalline dewdrops.

As Mama Jain had journeyed through the channels that sometimes dilated and sometimes constricted but always in a winding motion whether round or squared, she then fully realised that the solution to the age-old squared circle problem was by essence multidimensional, a quantum concept like the flowing of time was in reality, a chaos model in the multiverse. Like it was the case of the feeling of being constricted or dilated, the commanding of the passage from one to another a simple matter of perspective, of vantage point, inner, outer.

Mama Jain felt herself come to a halt just at the brink of the door which she realised was actually her own heart that kept beating and throbbing pouring out red and blue depending on which side the flow had made her drift. She swirled in the pools of red and blue at the measure of the heartbeats and could feel herself slowly overcome by a great feeling of peace that pervaded her every atom. She realised deeply that the Theory of Everything was indeed Love. It was not necessarily the concept of romantic love although that too played a very important part in the composition of the energetic field that she knew propelled and sucked everything as she had experienced it during her journeys outwards. She saw further that the Theory of Everything was the unifying frequency that built upon the weightless measure of things when they were all vibrating together causing all of them to have the same scale when looked at from an observation point where they could all be viewed as one-dimensional despite them being multi-dimensional.

Mama Jain could see in the shadows cast by the crystalline drops at the top of the red blue door a myriad of shades of purple that were differentiated by the quantity of light that fell upon them. It then occurred to her that if there were no shadows, then one could not actually perceive the light as there would be nothing to contrast it and differentiate it, therefore giving a meaning to its existence. Mama Jain realised that in some way, the light owed its existence to the darkness and the other way around so one could not exist without the presence of the other. Mama Jain could feel her being fill with the understanding that all things were one thing and its opposite at the same time and what was perceived depended merely on the vantage point with the unifying perspective being the unifying frequency of love that beat in the heart of all things Earth-bound, stellar or interstellar. She had felt intuitively that when she journeyed outwards to far away lands the frequency that unified her with her external circumstances caused her to dilate to a size commensurate to the interaction required with the beings existing outside of her. It was all truly a matter of scalability which was carefully measured and reshaped according to the unifying frequency of Love.

While the fact that a being could be one thing and its opposite at the same time could seem irreconcilable, Mama Jain realised that it was very akin to what happened during her meditation as her mind danced with the stars while her body was still on the ground and her heart pulsated within the center of the multiverse for she was etheric, dilated and immense among the stars but at the same time finite, physical and limited within her frame on Earth. It was during the peak of those moments of total synchronicity, when her heart and mind had reached the point of resonance where both beings could exist and be one at the same time that she could connect to grid of all things through the heartpath and bend all matter and lack of it thereof into new forms of being.

Mama Jain surmised that for the new forms to be seen, one must see them through the heart, the new eye of the mind which allowed the retina to see what she knew was the quantum world through a tiny lense that lead to the pathway of the breath. It occurred to her then that words, pulsating through breath caused the motion in stillness of the air within bringing forth a series of emotions in her and therefore aligning words in a certain pattern and diffusing them into the ether outside would cause motion in the stillness of the infinite air outside and cause a similar series of emotions although of a different scale altogether. Embued with that knowledge, Mama Jain set about sharing a string of words infused with a frequency translating the impulse of breath that she felt inside when joining together the words and sat back to observe the effect they would cause.

As the experiences multiplied, Mama Jain noted that while some felt a sense of exhilaration at some of the words, others only felt in them sadness and a sense of foreboding. She then realised that even words, even breath pulsating through the ether could be perceived as one thing or its opposite because they were perceived from different vantage points. Mama Jain wondered whether it was the breath and the words themselves that contained the duality or whether it was the readers with their minds that expressed that duality and she realised that it was difficult to say whether it was the one or the other. In order to check whether it was the breath, Mama Jain traveled to different points of her country first staying at the level of the sea and then driving into mountains and experimenting the effect of the frequencies intermingled with the words and the result she had was quite surprising. She realised that even within her own being, both the breath and the frequency seemed to take on a whole new meaning and a whole new set of emotions depending on whether she was at sea level or in the mountains.

Mama Jain was not sure what to do with this new finding that she had never suspected before. She wondered whether she could call upon bluebird so that they could analyse the data pertaining to several individuals and see whether there was a difference in the perception of the same thing depending on the distance from the Earth but bluebird was sitting mum and not keen on assisting her these days. She thought to herself with a chuckle that she ought to go to the moon and see if the frequency and the dynamised breath had the same effect or whether they would feel even lighter there. Meanwhile, she would have to try to find a way to go deeper into the analysis of this new finding which was that the nature of duality was embedded within every individual being and the way one thing was viewed by the same individual varied depending on the location of that individual comparatively to Earth which center sucked the individual being. Mama Jain wondered whether the way everything was viewed would keep changing depending upon the new center as defined by the location of the individual.

Looking back at her hand through which she had emerged again both from her thoughts and from the bloodstream that she had been floating through, Mama Jain waved it in a twirling motion and it was once facing her backwards and once frontwards. She thought to herself that if she were to wave infinitely fast and see it when she was out of her body like before, the hand would probably be a flower composed of infinite juxtapositions of a frontwards and backwards hand and one would not be able to say which was frontwards and which was backwards. Mama Jain thought that it would be interesting to twirl time very quickly and see whether one would randomly find oneself in the forward time or in the backward time or whether one would actually not be able to distinguish anymore which was forward and which was backward.

 

Eye of the Storm

Still waters – Maksim Mrvica

 

Opposites

Opposites

30 July 2016

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Tomorrow

We will colour knees

That scrape grounds

With the hues

Of rainbows locked in dewdrops

Purple sheen the sounds

 

Green yellow

Mixture of the traits

Melting pot

Of the threads

Princess the pauper now weds

In new beginnings

 

The Kings flock

In bed-ridden day

Opposites

Seeking ends

Closure within exposure

The key to the lock

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Sea – My brightest Diamond

Reaching through to the Other Side – My brightest Diamond

We added it Up – My brightest Diamond

A wild bird to tame

A wild bird to tame

7-8 June 2016

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Opposites

Intertwined movements

Pull and push

Seize, repel

The light creates the darkness

Darkness spurs the light

 

Forever

Unending relay

Lost battle

Defining

Each object soul declining

The duality

 

Idle thoughts

Interpretation

My mind sits

In between

The feeling and the intent

Complex misgivings

 

There are times

All we have are rhymes

Of shadows

In the Heart

Coupling decoupling stanzas

In weary patterns

 

The fullness

It begs for the void

The questions

A hunger

Weak the inner selves avoid

Bitter aftertastes

 

The soul wastes

In bodies that lie

The tongue sharp

Knives wicked

Speech a way to hurt or soothe

The sword in a glove

 

Only Love

The heavenly boon

Caresses

Undresses

The soul a sweet naked flame

A wild bird to tame

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Forever – Javier Navarrete

Open Water – Javier Navarrete

Fiamma’s theme – Javier Navarrete

Will you see?

Will you see?

18 May 2016

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Constant flow

Illuminates skin

Empty space

Between cells

Renewing with rising glow

Diffusion of light

 

See beyond

Matter dissolves slow

The skin fades

Trace suffuses

Retina optical play

For phantom member

 

Cast ember

Redefines the dawn

When suns rise

Dark powers

Dilute into nothingness

Wild horse to harness

 

Rodeo

Exercise of wild

Shaking limbs

Frothing mouth

Decaying North going South

Heaped insanity

 

See the light

Observe its darkness

All defined

By opposites

The Queen in her castle sits

Pantomimes her voice

 

Geometry

Subordination

Shades of Pi

We rely

Upon the squared circles lie

Stars’ definitions

 

Will you see?

She voices puzzles

Unseen calf

Rays nuzzles

The cow mother gathers green

Tender baby spleen

 

Reading of the poem:

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Courtesy Karol Bak on pinterest.com

The nature of Daylight – Max Richter

Embers – Max Richter

The leftovers soundtrack – Max Richter

I will bear the Ring

I will bear the Ring

9-10 September 2015

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The Dark that swallows

Inky remnants of a Pride

Misplaced scorching Heart

 

Misfortune levels

Soared to peak of Misery

Stilted count to Nine

 

Cry not for morrows

Today’s gifts will bring you Lights

Within your Heart Shine

 

The future will fold

From hopes within that call all

Smoothing out creases

 

Seven times I pray

Within deserts where I roam

In search of you Love

 

As sands seep through hands

In the flow of the Healing

I will win your Trust

 

Let Peace be in you

Of every flame strongest Fire

Contain it within

 

The Dark but reflects

The other side of the Light

Lover, Beloved

 

I will bear the Ring

To union of opposites

That awaits all Souls

 

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