Weaving thoughts
13 April 2020
Enchant me
With love’s memories
They will fight
Bosom tight
Enshrined within the darkness
From bouts of duress
Fly me kite
Bring about the light
Riddle me
Night’s features
Let love save us from creatures
Own mind’s invention
Attention
Focus of intent
The days spent
Weaving thoughts
Tight little forget me knots
Bosom their garden
Reading of the poem:
NIYAZ- Sabza Ba Naz (The Triumph of Love)
Shores undivided
23 September 2018
Square linings in thoughts
Scent of a heart set on fire
Perfume felt my pulse
In between woodlands
A gate swings North west and creaks
South a remembrance
Wind a rhythmic friend
Over treetops lone whistle
Beings in the wild
A silence heaves hard
My bosom a place of peace
In prayer penance
Twenty three sparrows
Memories of my journey
Carry them in tale
Wisdom a handful
Merging with the feminine
Shores undivided
Reading of the poem:
Riverside – Agnes Obel
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
Stillness of the mind
8 July 2018
Panic seized her again at the thought of all she had to do. It seemed like a list of insurmountable tasks and she was wondering which to start with. She felt discouraged at the thought that not only she would have to find a way to accomplish all those tasks but she would also have to pay for the persons rendering the various services she needed for the accomplishment of some of the tasks. It would cost a lot of money ; money that she was not earning for now. She felt like crying but the tears did not come. Instead she felt a wave of weariness overcome her. Fortunately or unfortunately the weariness did not last and panic struck again.
She became restless and started biting her nails. She checked herself immediately as she did not want to end up like some people did with very small chewed-up nails, a testimonial of their anxiety. The thoughts raced through her head again and she felt desperate. She cried out to her guardian angels for help but was met with only silence. A silence that seemed deafening in comparison to her cries. She wondered how things had come to this point. There had to be an explanation for all that was happening. Things never happened without a reason and she was sure that there must be some reason for this chain of events.
Despite her reasoning she was starting to get desperate again and hated the feeling of helplessness that accompanied the flurry of her thoughts. She had not been able to meditate that morning as her mind had been too busy and pervading, not allowing her to focus on the meditation. She wondered if the lack of meditation was not worsening things. When she meditated things always seemed to be alight with fresh perspectives but today all her thoughts seemed to be cloaked with a dull tone of grey.
She suddenly realised that she was getting trapped by the age-old trap of fear. She was allowing herself to be sucked into the destructive energy of fear instead of maintaining herself within the powerful energy of love. She realised that it was her own mind that was allowing this, focusing on all the negative outcomes instead of focusing on the positive ones. Her mind kept trying to convince her that the positive outcomes were few while the negative outcomes were many and more likely.
She slowly tried to silence her mind that kept chattering away its thoughts into her head, attempting to make her feel submerged by helplessness again. She focused on her breathing and willed the thoughts away. She would deal with each task as and when it came up in the best way possible. Slowly she could feel the thoughts ebbing away as her mind gave in to the rhythm of her breathing. In a few minutes she was thoughtless and started focusing on the middle of her crown chakra.
She could feel the silence growing within but it was a pleasant silence now. She breathed in and out very calmly. Slowly but surely she could feel herself being filled with a sense of peace and joy. Her mind was silent and she could see a light growing at the tip of her crown chakra where her intent was focused. She played with the light, watching it grow until it filled all her head and then imagined it travelling downwards towards her toes before going up again and filling her whole body. She was light, she was peace, she was acceptance. She was pure thoughtlessness and silence. It had all begun with the stillness of the mind.
Stillness of the mind – Abel Korzeniowski
It rained in my Heart
15 March 2018
Desert skies looming
Grey landscapes of dust and toil
Sun’s pallor lasted
Butterflies hung low
Paper birds flirted with winds
Sands wasted on skin
Trees shriveled in sight
Limp grass a patchwork of gloom
Green a memory
Stillness at peak point
Air absent in atmosphere
Windmills in the mind
Whisper from lost Home
Scent of jasmine in the air
Ray pierced into Grey
Skies broke into blue
Keen thoughts stirred within my soul
It rained in my Heart
Reading of the poem:
Six Hours – Abel Korzeniowski
Cutting through Slices
15 June 2017
Shifting node
In the mind’s spaces
Thought races
Embraces
Strings of unwoven laces
End the start faces
Star studded
Nights of never more
They whisper
Through Lisper
The thoughts becoming crisper
In sounds we thudded
Hovercraft
Through the mind we craft
Two by two
We go through
The door that heart entices
Cutting through Slices
Reading of the poem:
Instrumental – Aye Malik Tere Bande Hum (Flute, Sitar & Santoor)
Instrumental – Megha Chayee Aadhi Raat (Sitar, Santoor & Flute)
Chandan Sa Badan Chanchal Chitwan (Sitar, Flute & Santoor)
Overcoming thoughts of You
20 November 2016
The days fading fast
Into oblivion of nights
Detonation blast
The mind’s explosion
Into realms of darkness creep
Whispers of autumn
Widowed eyelids weep
Parting of the eyebrows raised
Holding soft the gaze
Remnants of spring’s path
Sun kissed blossoms now fading
The weeds invading
Gardens in simmers
Under a sun that glimmers
Dying rays wet kiss
Water down the hills
Dark tides flowing into sands
Ice into Islands
Ebb and flow pursue
Within the changing seasons
Shades of my mind’s blue
Hope of morrows faint
Reflux a lesson of tides
Tireless happenings
Rearranging stills
Breathing through invented gills
Dead canvas to paint
The brush strokes in clues
Overcoming thoughts of You
Bold red and blue hues
Reading of the poem:
Soldier of Love – Sade
King of Sorrow – Sade
By Your Side – Sade
Aquatic
5 September 2016
September
Month of the nine trees
Grows branches
Into skies
The Angels now hear the cries
The deafening tides
Tree trunks float
On rivers of hope
The mind copes
In sawing
The thoughts that pervade clawing
The glimmering leaves
Bark and leaf
Two to a third birth
We pluck them
From the hearth
They grow in wasteland marshes
The city harsh is
Countryside
Landscapes of the fall
Beckon slow
To soul’s call
Finest grass for the reaper
Green is the new black
Oxygen
Failing my two lungs
They gather
Communion
Of pairs they will be but one
Fate of the changeling
Uprising
In waves of morrow
Destiny
Aquatic
They move underground frantic
The stone is their tomb
Reading of the poem:
9 crimes – Damien Rice
Delicate – Damien Rice
I don’t Want to Change You – Damien Rice
Disembodied souls
10 August 2016
The cliffside narrows in thundering sea
The twist and the turn alternating roles
Hearts will and then spurn sunrise and black holes
Of bliss and gallows homicidal glee
Sleepless eye hollows ashen face to flee
The embers that burn in the dying coals
The memories that churn disembodied souls
In flowing shadows on renewal spree
The maidens attire a silken slow tale
Of morrows weaving bare hilltops to mount
Millennium’s desire era to inhale
Blue chest bereaving the fear to surmount
The flames of the pyre in thoughts never pale
Of minds conceiving a lifetime to count
Reading of the poem:
A Thousand Years – Sting
A Thousand Years – Cristina Perri
Intrépide damoiseau à la poitrine imberbe
(Poème écrit sous forme de Sonnet Occitan et Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
6 juillet 2016
Ils parlent de justiciers de forces vives suintées
Par les pores de douleur pour une mort prérequise
Comme les glas par milliers de cloches noircies tintées
Font vibrer la noirceur enterrée en l’église
Pour les cœurs épurer de vieilles rancœurs teintées
Raconte-moi malheur rajustant l’entremise
De ces heures à sonner réunions éreintées
Enfouie dans la pâleur de ces choix de vie grises
J’aurais d’un entretemps fait feu vif de tout bois
Elagué les copeaux comme menues brindilles d’herbe
Réflexions pour longtemps font mémoire bon aloi
Comme le cours des ruisseaux délave de fleurs la gerbe
Ainsi venu printemps fait briller l’effort croît
Intrépide damoiseau à la poitrine imberbe
Lecture du poème:
Intrepid young squire with a clean-shaven chest
(Translation of a poem written in Alexandrin and Occitan Sonnet form. Original above or here)
6 July 2016
They talk about vigilante of bright strength oozed
Through pores filled with pain for a prerequisite death
Like thousands of knells from black tinted bells chiming
Make vibrate the darkness lying buried in church
To purify hearts of old resentments tainted
Tell me misfortune adjusting intervention
Of those hours that are ringing tired reunions
Buried in pallor of those choices of gray lives
I could have from passing made bright fire from all wood
Then pruned the shavings like some slender blades of grass
Thoughts that are churned well make good quality memories
As the course of streams washes out the sheaf of flowers
So when it comes does spring shine all efforts and grow
Intrepid young squire with a clean-shaven chest
Reading of the poem:
Jealous of the rain – Michael Nyman
Diary of Hate – Michael Nyman
Memorial – Michael Nyman
A la folie – Michael Nyman
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