Peach in him

Peach in him

5 December 2019

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Wasted time
A circus that wound
Colours blind
To the Grey
A path leads under waters
Thundering in skies

Hark to tell
What ears comprehend
Through the well
Of light streams
Stories uninterrupted
In the mind that flies

The lips spell
Tonalities fused
Peach in him
Orange hue
Cobblers mend uneven shoe
One a pair of none

 

Memories – Maroon 5

Love token

Love token

5 May 2019

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Two to tie

Within is without

Seven flags

Fly about

Rings of fire scorch the trees

Penitent on knees

 

Dragon’s lair

His smell in the air

Wings that lift

Nightly drift

Black holes guide to inner stare

His world here not there

 

Concealed might

Whispers in the night

He gifts me

Second sight

The Northern Star guides me right

My frame in his light

 

Magic tricks

Bosoms split in six

Spells that fix

Feathers mix

Bring together what was torn

One eyed king is born

 

Awoken

I am unbroken

He grants me

Love token

Three times soft words are spoken

His heart in my care

 

Spring has come

Lost weight of winter

Suns rays play

With my eye

From him I will never shy

Eagle of my sky

 

Reading of the poem:

Mute angels – Hammock

Cold front – Hammock

One Another – Hammock

Winter lights

Winter lights

9 December 2018

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When ghosts of yesterday

Play in the winter lights

Strewn across pavements

And the tired ferry

Bleeds across the winter skies

The winter fog clogs everything

Memories and hopes alike

Vanishing in thin air

Rising with the fog

Disappearing in the grey skies

A wisp of air in between two clouds

 

There is a patch of blue

Playing within my mind’s eye

Irresolute and hazy

 

There is a patch of blue

Playing within the clouds

Waiting to grow

 

Those seeds of blue

Washed from within the grey

With tokens of my Trust

Hang from within

Recesses of my mind

Where Hope and light meet

In a corner that was dark

That is now fed bright

By what lies within

Winter lights

 

Reading of the poem:

Hands be still – Olafur Arnalds

 

A sunshine eclipse

A sunshine eclipse

7 November 2018

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A random feather

Reaching out within my hands

Painting skies in bands

 

A chill in winter

Marking cold territories

Mars Hatter to please

 

A sunshine eclipse

Nights longer than the rainbow

Solar son to know

 

Reading of the poem: 

Travelling Light – Tindersticks

Ascension

Ascension

23 October 2018

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It had been a while that she had started building the Merkaba. This was not an easy task as the weaving of the energies had to be done on a regular basis and based on a specific pattern. She wondered how it was that the Elders had succeeded in passing on this information to her during her sleep but every morning when she woke up she had a precise plan in her head for which points remained to be woven. On and on her nimble fingers wove into the air the patterns using the energy from the skies and from the trees outside her window.

Sometimes, it was also in the evenings that she resumed the weaving although it was best done at dawn and concluded with the rising sun. Day after day, she tirelessly wove the energies that emanated from her kinetic dance using both her hands in specific mudras as well as her intent focused on specific areas in space. The merkaba was to be a sphere-like construct that would be big enough to hold her whole body within it. It started from a point around the top of her head, near her crown chakra and expanded several metres above and away on each side of her body before finishing at her feet. Here too, the Merkaba had a distance of several metres before the small conic shape of its extremity ended with a cord-like construct within the soles of her feet.

Once the Merkaba was almost fully woven, she sealed the outer parts, leaving only a few slits in the front side to allow for entering or exiting the energetic vehicle without friction. The first time she had tried the vehicle on a test ride, it was an exhilirating experience, much akin to that of going on a roller coaster ride, except that one did it with the astral body including particles of the body and not the full body. She remembered the thrill of that joy ride for several weeks after the experience was over and for days after the ride her body had still felt out of balance as she struggled to keep her astral body in check.

A couple of days after she had finished weaving the Merkaba, her light body had been fully activated. This was achieved by input of a large part of her higher self that entered through her eyes into her body and activated the dormant genes within her to allow for release of the particles that would accompany the astral body within the Merkaba. The gene activation was necessary so as to allow for the mutation of the DNA that would allow her body to release some of her particles and then reintegrate them without destroying them later on

The Elders informed her that this process was necessary for her to be able to travel so far within the Merkaba and make it back to her body without mishaps as the particles would act as a genetic map reintegrating the shell that was destined to hold them, a process akin to genetic imprinting. They assured her that she would be safe and should be grateful for the chance bestowed upon her to accomplish this trip. She realised that it was indeed a beautiful gift from the Source to be granted the possibility of ascending while still alive.

Once the trip over, she maintained very few actual memories, however, of the Ascension trip and what she had found out behind the veil was now part of a hazy string of memories that resurfaced from time to time. She remembered the appeal of the remainder of her body when she had left it to travel within the Merkaba as it had remained on Earth scared, disoriented and incapable of taking care of itself properly. She remembered the beautiful blue beings that had surrounded her with tokens of love, compassion and empathy for humankind.

She wished she could repeat the experience again but the blueprint of the Merkaba was no longer given to her by the Ancient ones. It was as if this was a preliminary test that they had allowed and despite her various appeals to them they remained aloof and did not transfer this information to her unconscious mind anymore. She wondered whether she would have to seek the help of a hypnotist in order to retrieve the blueprint or at least some memories of that beautiful Ascension trip she had made but somehow something always stopped her from pursuing this for now.

Every full moon night, she would look up at the skies and sigh as the looming moon reminded her of what it was like to be in the skies among the planets. One day, she swore to herself, she would travel again within a new Merkaba she would build. She would perform her kinetic dances again appealing to the cosmic dancer to grant her once more the knowledge of the right steps so that she could build up the appropriate energy waves required for the weaving of the Merkaba. She knew that sometime in the near future the Elders would come back to her and reveal the pattern to her again as she had been feeling their presence of late. She smiled up at the moon that seemed to smile back at her.

 

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We are all astronauts – Ether

 

Show me an arrow

Show me an arrow

13 September 2018

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We bask in the light

Summer suns a safe haven

Winter a shadow

 

Within chronicles

Yesterday’s dreams are waning

Particles of dust

 

Wandering crows meet

Blackened rooftops gain a shade

Crafty black in black

 

Blue ribbons scatter

Red garlands will drag along

Skies a jigsaw frame

 

I gather moonbeams

Pale lilies in the pond glow

Infinite glitter

 

Show me an arrow

I will show you bleeding bows

Harvests are meager

 

Fingers summon years

Tireless practice in the aim

Center of the heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Straight to the Heart – Sina Vodjani

Death converts to life

Death converts to life

8 September 2018

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Highways will lead North

Where fog and sea surrender

Intimate lacing

 

Wish upon my bones

Call to the elders that know

Stories of caskets

 

Moonbeams grow shadows

Within heart of the meadows

Fairies live prancing

 

Hold my gaze to skies

Illuminate my bosom

Rose insulates me

 

Lightning bears a door

In between threads and the bolt

A crack reveals light

 

Invert destinies

Redress stories of duress

Death converts to life

 

Reading of the poem: 

Don’t let me down ft Daya – The Chainsmokers