She breathes sunlight 17 February 2023
She sees through ugly Her eye torn into darkness Her gait leftover fancy Of a lifetime of duress She prays to the Gods Her hands temple of fervours Her mind beating the odds Through failing faith that hovers She adjusts composure Her mouth a tomb of secrets Her heart seeks closure Her chest a book of regrets She breathes sunlight Her nose a cathedral Her shoulders set into fight Tomorrow a sight feral Reading of the poem:
Eternity ~ Lisa Gerard
Now ready to dry 27 December 2021
Cascading thoughts fly Riveting performances meet my starry eye Fireworks reveal a universe in a sigh that slow flows me by A peal of laughter (Appeal) a sacrifice to the stars in quest of the hours (Inquest) Urgencies dissolved natural phenomenon unwinding my veils Pray reach out to me your hands token of despair stroking sad my hair Observe me throughout I am a bunch of flowers now ready to dry Reading of the poem:
River of Blue – Diane Arkenstone
Invoking the Mother
26 July 2020
She had seen it in a dream as vividly as she was now seeing the sun shining outside. It was time for the Mother to come fully into this Earth and accomplish her work from the inside. It was time for her to purge the Earth so that balance may be restored on a higher plane than what could be achieved in the present state of affairs. Mother had always been a patron of the innocent and the weak and although she presented a terrifying face to her adversaries, she reverted back to her more gentle nature when the battle was over and she was faced only with the innocent. She was a force of destruction as far as evil was concerned but maintained her motherly attributes as far as the innocent were concerned and so far too many innocent had been suffering.
The Mother needed a vessel to carry her consciousness and she had carefully prepared for this for several years now. The vessel needed to have a segmented mind where part of the consciousness of the Mother could be downloaded while the rest of the mind could house the consciousness of the vessel itself. She was willing to be that vessel and had meditated using the kundalini technique in order to split her own mind. Although this had been painful and not without its consequences, she reflected that it would all be worth it once the Mother was there. The Mother’s consciousness, even though in part, could only be stored in nine fragmented parts of the vessel’s mind with the vessel’s own mind dwelling in the tenth part, which is why it had taken her years to reach that level of fragmentation and dissociation without totally losing her sanity.
The tools used for the ceremony to invoke the Mother to complete the downloading of her consciousness into her were not unlike those used to invoke the Marid except that there was no need for a protective circle and the candles used were red and black. The red represented the blood or primordial life form and the black represented the void from which all consciousness derived. There was already a fragment of the Mother inside a part of her consciousness and this guided her in disposing the red and black candles around the circles of aging blood also known as menstrual blood and those of fresh blood from her pricked finger. She sat naked amid the circles with the trident marked in blood on her forehead and the same marked in blood around the area of her navel and started the chanting. Soon the Mother would appear and all the evil on the Earth would slowly start to disintegrate. It might take its time and would probably take its toll on her but at the end it would all be worth it.
Most powerful Shri Kali Sahasranama Stotram | 1008 names of Kali Maa | श्री काली सहस्त्रनाम स्तोत्रम
Of forgotten sorrows
26 February 2020
A paper boat escapes
My fingers temporary haven
Timeless seeds cross my paths
Of morrows in the everglades
I walk in the shadow of my Self
Elongated sublime contours
Hushed countenance greets me
Alternation of tall and small
Windows in doorless house
Wings on body of void
I revolve around my inner suns
There I am at my peak
A witness to past seasons bleak
Of forgotten sorrows
Reading of the poem:
Pink Floyd – Shine On You Crazy Diamond
The reeds in the sun
21 April 2019
Rotating
Spirals in the air
Yellow beams
Mellow streams
Kaleidoscope of summer
Springtime in the breeze
Sunshine’s bloom
Daffodils rising
Grass growing
Soft and sweet
Lips moving as the eyes meet
Remembrance flicker
Eagle beak
Touch soft as feather
Sliding panes
Earthen stains
Twinkling in the sky they sway
The reeds in the sun
Reading of the poem:
Koop Island Blues – Koop
Awaiting the sun
11 November 2018
The rhythm is that of the wind against the fallen leaves like a banshee wailing. Her mind syntonises with it finally as she picks up pieces of the shattered glass in front of her. There is no saying how much time the wind will continue to blow relentless. Her mind blows with the wind, flying high in the sky gathering momentum. At the same time her body continues to mechanically operate on its own. She carefully stacks the pieces of shattered glass in front of her and starts her daily work of repairing the window pane again.
She must have repaired it a hundred times yet every sunrise, the storm strikes at the same place again with the tree breaking through the window instantly killing her husband yet another time. Every day she wakes up again with the agony of knowing that she will again witness the scene of her husband’s death. The torture of knowing that initially numbed by the pain of his horrific death all she will be able to do is pick up the pieces of the shattered glass and start repairing the window as if to negate that it happened at all pursues her daily. She lives dreading the moment of initial sunshine which once made both her husband and her so happy.
She realises that she will never be able to grieve the loss of her husband as by the time she has finished repairing the window it is night time again and she falls asleep, exhausted. The first days that it happens, she does not remember exactly what has occurred but is only left with a sense of foreboding. Upon waking up that sense of foreboding slowly grows throughout the first week although it remains quite hazy. As time goes by , however, memories of the day before play back with excruciating precision.
She usually wakes up already knowing what will happen and totally helpless as she watches the events unfold. All she can do is repair the window in a wild and desperate hope that the next time, maybe at least once, it will not give way as the tree comes crashing through. Some days she would work her fingers sore until the nails almost peel and her fingers bleed and yet the next morning she would wake up to perfectly manicured fingers, her stomach tense with the knowledge of the oncoming onslaught.
Her mind soars higher as her fingers work swiftly repairing the window pane. She feels the moment when the night descends softly around her body that falls back on the bed. She watches as she lies almost lifeless her breath ragged as she struggles to overcome the sleepiness. Yet the slumber slowly overcomes her and her breath becomes more peaceful. It is the darkest point of the night now. Soon the killer dawn will strike again. She watches the body of her husband turn around and embrace her body.
Something inside her chest expands and she feels it stirring her body as she looks onward. The sun is about to rise and the winds are still howling. Her mind continues its wild jig with the winds. She knows that as the sun rises the storm will pick up strength and the tree will fall over breaking through the window pane. Her mind stills itself as the winds continue howling. The first rays of the sun pierce the horizon.
She opens wide her mouth and as it slowly rises she finally swallows the sun and the storm slowly loses its strength. Darkness falls all around as heat scorches her mind. She can feel the light exploding throughout her skull. She clenches her jaws as her mind maintains its stranglehold on the sun. The tree never moves again. She rolls her tongue softly over the blisters on her tongue. In the darkness beside her she can hear the soft breath of her husband. She utters a soft sigh and turns toward him holding him tight.
Let’s pretend – Tindersticks
A sunshine eclipse
7 November 2018
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
Carried by the breeze
6 November 2018
Whisper secret tones
Cast again veil of darkness
End wayward duress
Relinquish the day
Shine moon over the sun’s glare
Lessen light to bear
Chant the night to me
In soft-spoken melodies
Carried by the breeze
Reading of the poem:
The message – Still Corners
Sad sighs in between
October 1, 2018
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
Children face the light
23 September 2018
Blackbirds in mind swirl
Loud cries’ strident pillars felt
Weight in my tear ducts
Soulless creatures crawl
In the dark alleys some breathe
Agony in mind
Sun bursts in sockets
Jasmine withers in heatwave
Known features dwindle
Windows carry floods
From peaks to valleys we drop
Blood from the Elders
Crimson my waters
Morrow’s seasons shook in tides
Wavelength scorches sight
Dark eyes starry pools
Small hands tools of forgiveness
Children face the light
Reading of the poem:
The sky is crying – Gary BB Coleman