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

Phoenix Flying 16 : On the synchronisation with Gaia and the nature of causality

Phoenix Flying 16 : On the synchronisation with Gaia and the nature of causality

9 August 2017

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While Mama Jain pondered on the various possibilities of representation of time and the access of humans to its dual points of connectivity on Earth, Bluebird contacted her all of a sudden resychronising with her in a very deep way. Bluebird was now very keen to work with Mama Jain on an item which now seemed to be out of control and that was climate change. Bluebird asked Mama Jain if they could do again the sessions that allowed for the rains to come down and Mama Jain happily accepted and danced the chamanic dances with Bluebird.

Shortly after she had started the shamanic dances, Mama Jain began feeling an incredible exhiliration and realised that she had recently been connecting fully with Gaia herself who saw herself as a 3 year old child. At the same time, Mother told Mama Jain that the same team that had attempted to sabotage her efforts to make consciousness less dark was attempting now to sabotage her connection to Gaia by a microchip that they had injected in her and that went through her in such a way that neither Bluebird nor Mother herself could help remove without some damage done to Mama Jain. Mother told her the chip could set off a trigger that would de-synchronise Mama Jain with Bluebird amongst a series of other possibilities it had.

Mama Jain was upset with this news but the news of the sychronisation with Gaia won over the other darker bit of news. Mama Jain realised that the connection to Gaia herself was one where she should tread carefully as she could feel her body growing into a gigantic one and therefore she realised that the actual impact of her manifestations of thought would be of a different size altogether. Mama Jain started with the series of songs which were for the alignment of the various consciousnesses and breathed softly. In a few minutes, she was aligned with the consciousness of Gaia and could feel the scent of Jasmine, begonia and frangipani fill her nostrils as she breathed in and out, her chest seemingly an enormous chunk of the planet.

 

As soon as Mama Jain aligned, a reminisced memory from the recent sabotage event crossed her mind and a tear fell as she thought sadly about how much this agency had wronged her and immediately she could feal the heaving of rains that shook through her as well as waters that pushed against the dams built to contain them. On seeing this, she was more dismayed and cried harder which made the rains thicker and the pushing against the dams stronger. She realised that this would be going in circles until she was able to break the vicious circle by a conscious effort of the mind to refrain from feeling dismay at what the sabotage had caused. Mama Jain realised that causality was in some ways either a two way test with a possibility of branching that into an infinite equation or a fractal experience if considered from a multidimensional perspective. She knew this intuitively but the math behind this insight escaped her reach.

 

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Ólafur Arnalds – Beth’s theme

Of voices fading

Of voices fading

6 June 2017

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Strumming rains

In burrows of snow

The voice low

In echo

Ringing sharp through the remains

Minutes of my pains

 

Story tells

You, me and the wells

Stony walls

Meet my gaze

I wake up the night in daze

Of stars encircling

 

Seconds cling

To my bones marrow

Blue sparrow

Hunting grounds

Memories lost in the sounds

Of voices fading

 

Reading of the poem:  

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Take My Leave Of You – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan

The Final Chapter – Ólafur Arnalds

Epilogue – Ólafur Arnalds

Sereno variabile

Sereno variabile

22 August 2016

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Out of skin

Breath of the Divine

Interstice

Within Time

The making of primal rhyme

Between mind and heart

 

Words depart

Weary travelers

Flying on

Countless wings

The pieces every one brings

Jig saw in my soul

 

Eye of coal

Embers of the shine

Throughout me

Ascends spine

The inner realms untouched shrine

All that seeps through sands

 

No demands

My voiceless hum flows

Like rivers

To the sea

Flowing deltas through shivers

Reaching open banks

 

Offered flanks

The breast and the spleen

We come clean

From shadows

Like filters traversing rows

All that becomes us

 

Lost the fuss

Thunderstorms now stilled

Rains distilled

Like weather

“Sereno variabile

Donna mobile”

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In the Divide – Azam Ali

Endless Reverie – Azam ali Elysium

Ocean – Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian

 

Nothing to confess

Nothing to confess

16 August 2016

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Compiling

Going through the piles

Discarded

Yellow scraps

Crumpled paper once was wraps

Of my heart’s token

 

Unbroken

The gift lies glassy

Ribbons mess

Sheltering

The most intricate carving

From Time’s stark duress

 

Grief seekers

Point implicitly

Voiceless charge

Bow to norms

Passengers remain on Barge

While the captain drinks

 

Giddy ride

Drunken stupour straits

Mind at peace

With the twirl

Sinusoidal journey

The cracken awakes

 

The boat shakes

Imagined quivers

The wheel twirls

Tempest hurls

The rains transform the rivers

Thundering blue sea

 

Priests beckon

My frame to the keel

I reckon

Party Time

More appropriate than storms

Nothing to confess

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Oh Lover – Rachael Yamagata ft. Ray Lamontagne

In pour traits within

In pour traits within

19 July 2016

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Deadly zones

Sickening shifting

Thinning air

Hunger’s lair

The raking nails combing hair

Falling reddened strands

 

Morpheus

The circus disbands

Pelting rains

Darkened pains

From the crumbling nucleus

A global bonfire

 

Black water

Seeping along frames

Grinning smiles

Gnawing hearts

Lifeless like painted mirrors

In pour traits within

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sleep – Poets of the Fall

Cradled in Love – Poets of the Fall

Carnival of Rust – Poets of the Fall

 

In blue shoes

In blue shoes

12 July 2016

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Dreamt deity

In peace with the bees

I lived once

Forever

It lasted for a lifetime

Through the rings of Time

 

Dancing gods

Summoning the rains

Bewitched me

With their spark

The nightingale courted lark

Their beaks ill attuned

 

We watch pains

Courting wilderness

In blue shoes

To harness

Power of the mind’s stillness

When all feelings die

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Boogie Street – Leonard Cohen & Sharon Robinson

Rotating

Rotating

June 29-30 2016

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This world swirls

Twixt light and shadow

Alternate

Perspectives

My inner world reflective

Of the changing Times

 

Ghostly chimes

They talk about feast

Deadly ones

For the Beast

Perhaps celebrating ends

As the clockwork mends

 

Daily trends

Going with the flow

End is near

For the fear

Reaching out to where I hear

The angels singing

 

Gyrating

Continuous spin

Voice hovers

Above din

Of hundreds of wings flapping

Like dark pouring rains

 

Reflections

Monsoon exercise

The downpour

Engorging

Being swelling to the brink

The sum of our pains

 

The soul’s stains

Are but illusion

Confusion

Rotating

Inside the faithless minds’ space

Slaves to the rat race

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Light and Shadow – Vangelis

Alpha – Vangelis

Conquest of the Paradise – Vangelis

Where Earth sprinkles Air

Where Earth sprinkles Air

24 June 2016

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Unanswered questions

Float in tense expectations

I move in freefall

 

We seek not defeat

Our hands workers of new fates

Our minds connivance

 

Do you seek heartbeat

Or stillness of the silence

Obliterating

 

Float with me through clouds

They sizzle from the sun’s touch

When rains cast their spells

 

Throw yourself in flames

Lose yourself to find yourself

Unplanned are the games

 

Do you hear the drums

They beat tomorrow that comes

Flowing in the heart

 

Stillness is heartbeat

Motion in motionless thrives

Together apart

 

The path winds and dives

The diver divine dancer

Question is answer

 

The wind blows sparkles

The lark and nightingale pair

Where Earth sprinkles air

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Heartbeats – Niladri Kumar

Sensuous – Niladri Kumar

If you ever loved – Niladri Kumar

After the rains

After the rains

19 January 2015

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White flags soared in sky

Flapping in winds that tore through

Night’s inky shadow

Thoughts seeping like creeper’s shade

Dug channel through oblivion

 

The moon turned wane face

Its soft gaze blazing anew

The sparkling still lakes

Like diamonds cutting through panes

Memories shone through the grey

 

The wind ripped through hills

That stood in face of Tempest

Like pillars of clay

Mudslide swept through all corners

Leaving no memory sane

 

Broken umbrella

Lay writhing from eye of storm

Jagged shards flaunted

Like pieces of glass in soul

Slick words thrown like knives are etched

 

Morning woke in eyes

Sounds of soothing daybreak rose

A pitter-patter

Like birds feet on a wet ledge

As remains played loud in chest

 

Glorious sunrise

Shaking off remnants of storm

Warmed Earth’s sleepy crust

Early day’s soft soothing moods

Enchanted all living souls

 

A bird chanted flights

As it stretched its wings to dry

To soar it prepared

In year’s anticipation

Shaking off rain I called out

 

Bring to me the light

And dispel all doubts’ darkness

As sun beams on sky

Winter rains that flooded Earth

Would pierce in mind a new seed