Shedding leaves

Shedding leaves

25-26 August 2018

 

She walked through the swarming streets heading towards the beachfront. She smiled at the woman who crossed her path and touched her outstretched hands that were offering her a garland of jasmine woven with small roses. She took the garland and put it around her neck as her hair was too short to weave it in there. She paid the woman, smiled and moved on as the woman waved at her smilingly.

 

The sun was high in the sky but the sea remained grey as usual. She had wondered when she had first arrived at the seaside why the sea was always grey but had got used to it. It seemed like it had to blend with the darker colour of the rocks on the seaside. She thought back to the beautiful sparkling beaches in North Africa and wondered whether it was the pollution here that made the sea turn grey close to the coast.

 

She sat on a rock overlooking the beach and stared at the sea. The waves were making a gentle lulling sound interrupted from time to time by the shrieks of children jumping into the water. It was a joyous sight but somehow she could not help her heart feeling heavy. She could not get over the feeling that something had completely stirred out of control in her destiny, changing her future, and that it was not by chance. Barely a year and a half had gone by but it seemed like it was light years away.

 

Back home to keep the memories of those moments of the future she had glimpsed she had resorted to collecting falling leaves in which she mentally inscribed glimpses of that future. Over time, the future she had seen seemed to be slowly fading into oblivion and she would then take out the leaves to remember. Each leaf reminded her vividly of a place in time where she had been in thought and where she had lived an incredible adventure filled with love and happiness.

 

Her right hand felt for the small basket that was tucked inside her handbag. It was still there and she sighed a sigh of relief. She wondered how it could be so small and hold so much at the same time. She got up from the rock and resumed her walk but towards the canal this time. It was one of the rare places in the city where stagnant water was not necessarily a synonym of stench and rot. At some points it even looked beautiful with profuse vegetation and a small bridge-like construction.

 

The water was a sombre green. She walked to the bridge, looked over the edge of it and slowly emptied the small basket. The leaves fell into the water and swirled away with the current caused by the wind. She watched until they were out of sight and felt as though her heart were leaving with those swirling leaves. Yet she knew that she could not hold on to the leaves as a totem anymore. They had to disappear for what they represented to reappear.

 

Those moments of the lost future she had lived had to be reintegrated within her. They belonged to her and had to be a part of her again, not relegated to the role of externalised memories. Her heart warmed slowly with the returning memories that filled her being with love. It was as if the release of the leaves had opened a dam within her. The images cascaded in her mind like a whirlpool of sunny water as they filled her neurons. Tears of joy streamed down her face and wiping them she lifted her head and smiled up at the skies. It did not matter anymore that it had been steered away for it existed out there. It was forever hers.

 

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Winter Aid – The Wisp Sings

Come speak to Heart again Eleven

Come speak to Heart again Eleven

11 November 2015

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Come speak to Heart again Eleven

Bursting open the seams we were so careful to Sew

 

Criss cross on Heart, Eleven no More

Breaking the waves of my mind surging into the Blue

 

As Heart had opened then to Seven

Of numbers the farthest and the closest I would Know

 

The whispers unsaid laying on Floor

Unbroken the Heart which sees path ahead every Hue

 

Build me the ladders that I once Knew

Feet glad in tin foil gravitate through the Twelve Stars

 

Listen to stories spawn Seven Years

Endings began for a New Dawn to spin Golden Age

 

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Hark to these Seven, oh how they Flew

Unchained are my Blue soul’s wings, now undone are these Scars

 

Glory uncoiling end of these Fears

Oozing Red leaks through Cold past as she rewrites the Page

 

Faith in Heart was not born for Rummage

Shatter the idols of a Stony Age’s Beliefs

 

One by the Sword Dies, one by Word Lives

Red are the mindless Meadows losing the Green Treasures

 

Shifting into Poles, unheard Damage

Scattered are the Roots like Twenty three corals Red Reefs

 

Twenty thousand Bees then built their Hives

What the Heart knows, Only Love, Only the Heart Measures

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Kingdom of Heaven: The Mystic Dream

Kingdom of Heaven – Knight Hospitaller

Kingdom of Heaven – What is Jerusalem worth?

Celtic Woman – The Voice

Walk with me a thousand years

Walk with me a thousand years

2 October 2015

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Sun burst in darkness

Spiraling me back downwards

Pushes kill the pulls

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The rain missed the plain

Buried in the lakes of flames

Quenching the dark thirst

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Sandstorms blew through mind

Scorching all delicate skins

Baring them to Soul

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Three sails fluttered high

Not one heard the calling Earth

Thunder in waters

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Your face within three

Called the secret of the times

When wizard’s pulse knocks

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Let me be your staff

Walk with me a thousand years

Your leisure my toil

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Tireless the wheel turns

Delving back and forth it twists

Circle ghost of Time

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