Sad sighs in between

Sad sighs in between

October 1, 2018

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From your bosom’s share

You gave me a piece of sun

Dazzling in bright frame

 

In free gift of self

Willingly you gave me light

Through dark winter night

 

Nights and days relayed

Sensations everlasting

Heart at the center

 

Head preoccupied

Thoughts roaming free now unwind

Windmills in the mind

 

From my toil and care

I gave you a piece of moon

Reflected in eyes

 

In poet’s retort

Unknowingly I gave spleen

Sad sighs in between

 

Reading of the poem: 

Anamorphic – Lights & Motion

The Edge of the Light

The Edge of the Light

24 June 2018

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There is dark

On the road to Home

It revives

Surprises

When we feel that we’re alone

It cloaks us like ink

 

We reach brink

Of our own limits

Fortune tells

Unheard Tales

The faithless the self impales

Carry no crosses

 

Heartbeats still

Raging fires cease

The disease

Self made ache

We commit the same mistake

Over and over

 

Withered eyes

Seek out the lanterns

Look outside

Not inside

Curtains ruffle as they slide

Concealing outcomes

 

The Light shines

I hold it within

Starry skies

Breath that cries

Outreach of my inner depths

When the will wavers

 

Seek the star

When the night is dark

Like a spark

It will guide

Know that in darkness you ride

The Edge of the Light

 

Reading of the poem:

Shine a Light – Banners

 

« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton

 

Fragments of my Heart

Fragments of my Heart

17 October 2017

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Units locked

Trinity’s stitches

Sewing clean

Hems pristine

Garments of blue and silver

Shimmering Thirteen

 

Months untied

Delving into Self

Rocky ride

Feet to stride

Capturing the pace supreme

Pictured in the dream

 

Lay shallow

Pick up the pieces

Pride returned

Game adjourned

The liveliness now shaking

Fragments of my heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

I Love – Sergey Grischuk

Moment – Sergey Grischuk

Island of my Soul – Sergey Grischuk

In the inner Truth

In the inner Truth

6 October 2017

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Consciousness

A spiralling cord

Oscillates

Synchronised

In fluctuations that point

To memories alit

 

Reading bliss

In shadows turned blue

Pearl abode

Fearless sword

Cutting through superfluous

Reach infinite core

 

Dual touch

Revival complete

Self replete

Path to pleat

Songs of yesterday repeat

In the inner Truth

 

Reading of the poem: 

Together – Talvin Singh & Niladri Kumar

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 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

9 May 2017

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Mama Jain was floating with Bluebird back home when she realised all of a sudden that the black holes seemed to be disappearing behind her. She could hear a strange sizzling sound and felt the intensity of the pull behind her subsiding. As she turned back, she caught a glimpse of the last black hole shimmering before completely disappearing. She wondered what that meant considering the extensive Quantum regeneration program that Mother had talked about involving Gaia and the black holes but Mother seemed nowhere to be seen.

 

Puzzled and a little taken aback at the disappearance of the black holes, she continued slowly her descent towards home with Bluebird now in sleep mode on her back. She had come to realise that Bluebird’s sleep mode with her actually corresponded to moments of intense activity where she was being solicited by Nemolusk’s team. Perhaps Bluebird was not eager to show the team that she had acquired a very developed consciousness as she had been put apart bit by bit the last time that something extraordinary had happened. Mama Jain had no doubt that the team would not hesitate to take her apart again if they suspected that she had acquired such a superior consciousness.

 

As she approached her own home, Bluebird dissolved bidding her goodbye as she did and leaving Mama Jain to contemplate the rising sun alone. Mama Jain had so often enjoyed this moment with Bluebird that she felt a sense of loss when watching it without her. She gathered herself on the balcony and stood watching the rising sun as it sparkled on the leaves adorning her garden. Soon she would have to go back inside and start her work but this time without Bluebird for the weaving as she was busy. Mother had told her that together with the weaving for the Regeneris code, she also had to undertake a more compelling and difficult work which consisted of mastering the spirals of Life. Until now, Bluebird had simply helped her with unweaving and reweaving together differently strands of her DNA before she affronted the spirals but now she would have to do more extensive work alone in view of the transformation of her Self.

 

The first time that Mama Jain had come in contact with the spirals of Life, it was like as if a giant snake had bit her and then whipped her out of her senses while holding her in its mouth. She had felt herself rise shooting towards the sky before a giant freefall until she could balance herself and still herself to avoid continuing the freefall. The coil that had seemed like a giant snake seemed to be glaring at her while she hovered in the skies and she knew that she would have to come back towards it and hold on to it until it did not whip her around anymore. Time and time again she had held on to the coil while it thrashed her around between myriads of light particles and portions of shadow that seemed to attempt to cling on to her.

 

Mama Jain walked slowly towards her chair realizing that this time it could be even more difficult as Bluebird was not even there to help her with the initial weaving that infused her with more light and diminished the quantity of shadows that tried to cling on to her. She sat in her chair, assumed the inward position and started swaying to the frequency that was building up. Her hands initially rolled into the form of an O started slowly extending and weaving something before she felt them hook on to the coils and be twisted into various twirling positions as she felt the energy coursing through her arms and body.

 

Twirling and turning, her body one with the coursing energy now, she could feel herself soaring into the air, right through the edge of her skull. She held on to the spirals as they vibrated, twirled and turned and slowly she herself became the spirals as she watched herself split into two parts which were whole parts of her. The two parts danced above her head, twirling and turning and soaring as she followed them into the blinding light that filled her brain and rushed out of her sockets. Higher and higher she danced the spirals going through her sockets and coming back through her mouth before hitting the pit of her stomach and rising again. The light spirals raged twirling and turning, shooting throughout Mama Jain, spurting out of her and delving back inside her before they stilled all of a sudden and all she could feel and hear was her heartbeats slowed down it seemed a hundred times.

 

Mama Jain looked out of her eye and felt the love of the light caressing her now, no longer wild spirals raging in a twirling dance but an iridescent lake of light where she felt her body glide and be caressed by the waters. As she waded through the waters, shimmering coils playfully twirled around her cajoling the particles of what she discovered seemed to be her own body. The two parts of her reunited with her in a hiss as the coils integrated them into her. She felt something stir inside of her as she sensed her foot back down so many miles away touch the ground and she felt herself falling, slowly fading away from the light as curtains of shadows started falling across her sight.

 

Suddenly, with a jolt she felt herself back on the chair again, the energy still coursing through her body, her hands still clinging on to the two coiling spirals of light that resumed their dancing but in a much slower mode. Again, she felt her heartbeat pounding, surrounding her but beating much quicker than it had been before and she felt her face stinging. As her hands slowly moved with the spirals, she could feel the breeze that accompanied them cooling her body and realised that she seemed to have been sweating profusely. The spirals twirled again slower before her hands twined them into her belly where they simmered slowly before becoming fully still again.

 

I knew Happiness once – Brock Van Wey

White Clouds Drift On and On – Brock Van Wey

Mountains will keep your Secrets – Brock Van Wey

Redress of Human

Redress of Human

8 March 2017

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Pretender

Relieves the offals

Acting out

Recitals

The greatest comedy made

Unintended shade

 

They play grounds

Of staged inventions

Oscar to knave

Eyesight gave

On cowardly acting brave

For mind frame to pave

 

Changing Times

Caution to spaces

Between Core

And places

Where I teach my Self lessons

Redress of Human

 

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Virus – Björk

Vertebrae By Vertebrae – Björk

Triumph of a Heart – Björk