Friday, July 10, 2015

Pushing the buttons.......

Pushing the buttons, that start moving the cogs, to search a vacuous space of the unknown, whilst dealing with the pop up realities of the present.

Yearning to increase the landscape of discovery, which opens it's multiple convolutions with open arms, and brings a sense of humility, as the road takes it's preplanned turns.

The floating images of darkness, act as beacons, whilst the pools of shadows fill and renew themselves, creating the choice of a new  creation in the present.

The subtle frailties, tingle the skin, as a reminder, floating on a breeze of tiredness, whilst the frivolity and laughter extinguish their flames, in a welcome breeze of perspective.

Walking on the vapours of inspiration, all is surreal in the onward progress, as the trajectories change, and what conspired, fizzles and is absorbed back, into the warm embrace of the whole.

Splintered fantasies turn heel on the dismembered gangplank, as it hangs forlornly, awaiting modification and transition.

Renewed dreams deseed themselves, propositioning the exponents, to nurture and persist, in the ongoing flight and juxtaposition of all.

Vigorous stirrings, playing their own rules, convalesce in the sanctity of their own sanitorium of the mind, as the watchers continue to contemplate, all that is.

The mind is emptied of it's ballast tanks ,as the brain engages itself in action, sending a slew of bubbles to the surface

The tension between the floating and the stationary is palpable, until the first tentative movements are made.

On the heels of the momentum, all vaporises, leaving naught but the trace of memory.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Continuous revolution.......

Transfixed on the centre stage, as  the periphery illuminates all, in it's hues, of subtleties and colour.

Brushed velvet undergrowth bristles in the early morning mist, as the dew drops dislodge themselves, free falling to the forest floor, resonating in their own silence.

In the reverie of an early morning, the floating pictures parade themselves, as the voices whisper in the background.

Images follow their own undulating path, without trespassing on the emotions and guilt, having been liberated from the rooting structure , in an epic battle to transcend the illusion of self.

A weary warrior sheds the armour and seeks respite, in the pit of silence, on a bed of leaves, undeterred by the external, whilst seeking counsel with the golden orb of the faithful.

Celebratory sparks light the undergrowth, in the circles of perspective, as the shadows stoke the fires of illumination.

Moving pools of shadow crickets serenade the dancing flames , as the croaking frogs provide a continuum of infinity.

The flames crackle and  sibilant hissing and popping, mesmerising with an array of images and faces, wandering through the golden hues of heat.

Circling the sapling.......
Circling the tree.......
A continuous cycle perpetuated through the extrapolation of all manifestations, flickering in the flames of life itself.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Cyclic Circle.......

The rain invigorates the spirit as the reverberating drops cause their moisture to seep into the ground.

Held in the grip of invisibility, the dry parched throat struggles to swallow, as the brain continues to process.

An intangible weight strikes it's poser in the chest cavity and spreads it's gravity outwards.

A lone bee struggles to find the last vestiges of pollen in the early autumn.

The twitching muscles lead the dynamic, by the nose ring, through the many battles, capitulated in the surrender of self.

Residues of this self coat the persona in a juxtaposition of haunted faces, overlaid as one.

The chest heaves a sigh, as the inward forces resurrect themselves, expanding the chest cavity in their battle of wits, to leave.

Ceremonial adulation and recognition heap themselves upon each other, speaking in tongues, as the silent one's look on.

Asphyxiated trajectories slide into each other, trepanning themselves once again into a retrospective slurry.

Fallen logs echo their own anguish in the march of transcendence.

Butterflies transmute the colour of their flapping  enthusiasm into the joyful songs of birds.

The raindrops caress the cheeks and fall with the tears into the abyss of difference.

Stretched carcasses pound their hooves through the fields of green, snorting with the spectacle of life.

Striped thunder runs their race across  the dry bush veld, waiting their chance for the first rains.

Dew drops curl their way down without ever falling, as the mask of invisibility slips through it's own notches of gravity.

Heirlooms, cauterised in blood, float themselves across time, carrying their own stories seeped in the lore of reflection.

Stone aggregate crunches under the empty boots, wandering across the lavender scented courtyard.

The seven tier fountain oozes it's precious liquid, as the sound of the cascading droplets echo and resonate through the maze of being.

The twitching fingers drag the clouds across the sky, serenaded by the singing weavers laying fortuitously in the water.

The sunbeams scratch the surface with their brightnesses, enmeshing and effusing all with it's heat , encouraging the willingness and the courage to be present.

Ebullient and joyous in an expanding cyclic circle of balance , enhancing the centre in it's clarity and perspective.


Facets and perceptions.......


From the darkness.......

Drifting clouds of hematite blackness engulf the self, caging the essence with it's filaments of nothingness.

Structures of glass and steel move in on itself, creating a vacuum, where the life essence is being trapped and slowly dessicated.

The cranium starts to shrink in it's own oblivion until the cracks appear, and that one beam of light shines through.

The connection is made as the laser like beam disseminates it's truth and the process of reverse dessication begins.

The oblique weight of the intangible darkness is replaced with the lightness of being.

In flight.......


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Free flow.....

Floating gestures free wheel themselves across the raging torrents of emotionality, greeting the well wishers and soothsayers, immobilised on the banks of the river.

Fallen nests gather speed as they are navigated by the current, in the luxury of their own surrender.

Coloured lanterns hang surrealistically  above, flickering and extending themselves with their joyousness below.

Scar tissue bears itself for the first time, after being buried, in a laden heart , and an immobilised mind.

Rays of light melt the tissue slowly, as the mind opens the floodgates to love and disburses the guilt and self loathing.

A slowly constructive process of letting go  whilst leaping into the open spaces of the heart with a confirmed conviction and intent.

Walking the warm dunes, the sand sparkles with the shards of coloured glass sprinkled like hundred's and thousand's, reminding one of a fleeting childhood ice cream sundae.

Through the looking glass, the feet find their own way,without a stumble or a fall.

The coloured shards melt into the sand from whence they came.

The illusion of reality and the reality  of the illusion continue to extrapolate and perpetuate themselves. as the floating gestures continue on their unabated path, in their own free flow.

Burning brightly on the horns of a dilemma












burning brightly on the horns of a dilemma

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Recognition.......

Sustenance passes itself through the mesh of life, undeterred in it's mission to nurture and sustain through a cycle, layered in the many facets that are present, whilst the uninitiated miss the salient importance of that which is already there.

The persistent practice of knots pays off as the gust of the wind  catches the billowing sail and illuminates it with it's power.

Willing Gods and Goddesses whisper and play muse to all who  open their petals and surrender their precious scent to the universe, while struggling selflessly in the chaos.

Blank slate catches the sibilant whispers from the tar pits, perpetuating the flurry of barbs that are launched from their lack of curiosity and ultimate shallowness.

Recycling the conventional into the extraordinary, reaps the benefits of a purpose held in the sanctity , of each breath taken.

Tasking the silence to reveal it's hidden secrets as the water catapults itself over the precipice in a spectacular display of spray and rainbows.

Images investigate their new lodgings in the brain, toying with the other residents and enjoying the illusion of their  own longevity, in the slow capture and quick release.

Quilted patchwork thoughts sing their own karaoke, in the shouting of the silence, in their own subtleties of movement.

Panicked at the cross roads of their duality, the wilted flowerpots lose their petals in the first breeze. 

An eternity of sunlit petals float endlessly as the vibrations grow in their own stature.

Crass immobilisation's follow the greed across the urgency of their own situations.

Exploits pluck the strings of the Stradivarius ........hoping, praying  and wondering through the mockery of their own technique.

In the lapse of attention , days follow each other and all blends and blurs into a oneness of being.

Cognition of  each step, each vision in it's pureness of form and purpose, whilst the essence is held in the crucible of nurtured understanding.

Succumbing to the palpability of the moment, all else is surrendered into the flow.


Through the rock face.......


Saturday, March 7, 2015

Under the sky.......

Trusting in the flow
Weighing the elementary
Forging through the dearth
Crunching the filaments 
of the imagination
Usurping the threads
Wrangling with the precipice
Caked
in the fine red ochre dust
Floating over a sea of rocks
Walking on the backs of the frothy sea horses
Inhaling
the essence of the suspended moisture
Crazed with the sound of crushed sand
Inevitably high
with  the pulsations of energy
Pumping
through the heart of destiny

Waiting silently
In the shadows of light
Apparitions of a whimsical essence
Dancing through the spheres of belief
Wandering the circles
Exercising the environs of truth
Channelling the aroma of freshly baked bread
Lapsing
into the moments

Walking the petals
Underfoot silkiness
Suffused
into the scent
A moving zone of multiplicity

It wanders with a grace
Surrendered messages
Under an azure sky



Multiples.......















Multiples beyond the jaded singular perspective

Monday, March 2, 2015

Being present.......

Flickering perspectives play their own game in the hushed silence. extrapolated  and perpetuated across an auditory and visual ephemeral line, moving and grinding itself across the meshes of one's own making.

Mesmerised, in the preconditioning of who one is and the abilities that are present, to be able to wield the honed cleaver through that which is not recognisable , as a truth in an existential reality, in the crawl spaces of unconsciousness and the subconscious facets , until the light of acknowledgement and all realisation expedites the change in a dynamic reality, whilst all the time having the doubts that it is the truth, as the blade strikes, through  all extraneous parts, that are found wanting, with a sense of new found courage, willingness and intention.

In the shimmering heat everything slows, as the backlit trees cast their passing stroboscopic shadow onto the passing vehicles, whilst a tear rolls down the cheek, in a rising sense, of jubilation.

Placed in a warp of singing silence, the tree of  possibilities blossoms , in a time lapse mind view, held in the golden triangle of one's being , as the synchronisation of the heart beat extrapolates itself through the unknown and unseen.........

Woven baskets appear haphazardly in the periphery of vision and their sense of weight eclipses their fine form.

Oblique melodic tunes rhapsodise themselves in unison, scattering their notes , to the four corners, in an archaic vigil.

Gesticulating  and open mouthed, the frozen moments echo no sound.....

The carved fountain centre piece spews forth it's life force, spreading it's spray , over all who   are caught in a petrified moment, as the melodic sound of water transports all into the sacred place of being.

The fibres of life stretch themselves continuously, as the nerve endings scream in anticipation of the extreme manifestations, that present themselves at each turn without an explanation of the why 

.........all  that is required is the faith , that this learning curve is a peak, to stand up on and scream in joyousness, as the eyes scan the panorama, and the mind, is able to connect to the body, and it's essence of the who, and at that very moment, being totally present, on the journey of life......



Friday, January 16, 2015

Watching, waiting........casting a shadow in the night


Opening to the embrace.......

Appearances parade themselves in the finery of expectations and illusion, as the fortress of invincibility of the fa├žade, begins to show the chinks of light, seeping  from the essence, swathed in the cloth of a private power struggle, which when seen as a pattern, represents a common thread, masquerading itself as a lone wolf, dancing in the company of the unseen others.

Solemn vows greet an audience of well wishers, as the inward brush of the reflection cuts into the core of their own walled city of emotion, and if, the permission is granted to dissect and analyse their own foundation, there is always a question if the preparation has been done to allow the floodgates of a retrospective to open and flow with the moment, in a way that allows the synthesis and wholeness to follow.

A dipping orb of heat and warmth heralds an icy wind which has the ability to invigorate or leave one in it's clutches shivering.

Loosening oneself from the strings of puppetry and experiencing the truth of a moment, with the exhilaration of freedom, as the flight of the birds circles  overhead in their supreme moment of being.

The lone headlight's pierce the embracing darkness and see only what is to be seen, as the blurring white lines disappear into their own anonymity.

Love somgs flood the airwaves with their different perspectives and creates a longing and a resonance with those that are seeking , in the fog of their own loneliness, as the lighthouse sends it's beams through the uncertainty and echoes it's booming signal across the void.

Opening to the embrace as the impertinence and impermanence of the barriers are realised in the solitude of the wholeness.

Stepping up onto a ledge of recognition as the manifestations  of fear gently subside into a knowingness of understanding and a path seldom travelled.

The lone wolf dances in the company of all.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Calibrations.......

Calibrating the thought patterns and the mind set, the wind whispers it's intimacies with every gust , providing the point of relevance in the present, whilst the calmness takes it's place in the darkest recesses, which up to this moment had been buried under an avalanche of the outward stimulus, moving inward, and in the process dispossessing the truth of uniqueness, while giving a false sense of security in an aberrant landscape of identifying self with the manifestations of another's desire of what an individual is in a society driven by it's own greed and the inanimate constituents of what wholeness and well being comprise of.

Awaking from the slumbers of an illusion, the road to perdition takes on the most unlikely hues and resonance, as it whispers it's through the long grasses, swaying and moving the flexibility of it's own stillness.

Pernicious pain stakes it's hold in the fields of roaming, where each moment the feeling of aliveness flows through the veins and makes itself acknowledged.

Flipping through the pages of the transient ambiguities, the neon sign flickers in the tumultuous silence of the throbbing tendrils of pain set free.

Doing the tango through the dichotomy and the invested layers of emotionality, each moment takes on it's own guided life, as the attitude, stance and flow glides across the field of dreams.

Exquisite subtleties encroach on the awareness with their gilded patterns of connection, slowly settling in and usurping all the previous calibrations.

In the darkness and shadows of overwhelming fear, a spotlight catches the mysterious woman singing her heart out, on the crest of joy and jubilation.

The inward exuberance of the light catapults itself in it's own arc and ambiance outwards, as the acknowledgement of this inner core essence pierces the darkest shadows of doubt, fear and insecurity.

Letting go of the disruptive  and unproductive patterns, the flow incorporates the dualities and the dichotomies as one, setting up a domino effect on the  flow of progression.

The once stranded caravanserai flows with the subtleties of movement and form, as the sloughed off skin is left to bake in the dunes of the past.

The encroaching strains of the violin float on a dust stained breeze, as the skin picks up it's allocation of goose bumps and all becomes vacuous in the supreme quietness of being.

A fedora's  silhouette, bombarded in the last rays of the sun, ushers in the essence of a willingness and urgency to seize each fragment, as if it were the last.

Walking the gilded path of opportunity, sustained in the truth of purpose, a fern gently sways it's arms of magnificent foliage,  touching  the holy grail of the essence of comprehension  of what is, as all else, pales into the ether of illusion.

The whispering wind is the constant companion, guiding, giving freely, sharing the intimacies of wholeness, for each one, that is willing to sense and hear.


A cry, a yearning......













Bemused & Expressed

Expressed and bemused wanderers stare out from behind the sheets of glass, as the moving lips exhibit a different story.

Close quarters , on the move and the armour is in place, holding together the emotionality and whatever dysfunctionality  seems to be present.

Roving, curious, disinterested, preoccupied eyes, all pass each other in the shell of their own vision and invincibility.

The wet leather head gear of life, sometimes starts to dry, shrinking in the light of perceptions and the extrapolating constrictions of emptiness, past the point of no return.

Hallucinating in the heat of the closed down world of self, the minute signs of magnificence all around, are missed in the head long charge over the abyss.


The safety net of relevance is vaporised as the curling clouds play voyeur to all below.

Dragon flies hover and dart, as the sunlight catches the luminosity and beauty of their creation.

Twittering parcels of joy share their moment of truth with all willing to be present.

Squawking crows collect themselves on the telephone lines, dressed in their finest formal attire while watching the passing parade.

Expressed and bemused, all vestiges of illusion have dissipated in the nakedness of the perspective moment of unadorned truth.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Closeted in the manifestation.......

Closeted elocution meanders it's way past the vestiges of mediocrity and obliviousness, garnering support across the lazy convoluted flow, whilst drawing strength from the awareness that shines and screams out with a passionate enthusiasm, unfelt and unseen in the chaotic maelstrom of preoccupation, which has moved itself as a fog bank, into the lives of all, whilst the senses slowly recover themselves and surrender to the experience of a final embrace of each moment, for every moment, where the tangibility of the experience is in the now.

Rising heat induces it's own  effects, as the the cage of warmth engulfs the organism in it's grip and relays a message of subtly through out.

The focus is adjusted through the lens of cause and effect, and the simplicity of what is, is lost in the myopic adjustments.

Bathed in a suite of colours muted in the perspective and mindset of greyness, as the circular revolving motion starts to leach and bleed the essence of magnificence once again.

Draped in the inconsistencies of an illusion, the words fall off the pages, as the books turn to dust, whilst the voices of wisdom float on the winds of change.

Resting on the bench of experience, the tiredness seeps from the bones, relegating itself as a pattern, on the slatted wood, creating an aura of clarity, brewing from the essence of a wandering intangibility, which seems to take on form as the dots are connected of their own volition.

Mustering a vision search through the wooden chest of childhood innocence, vulnerability, dreams and grasping the patterns that have promulgated themselves to this point of time, which holds no time, but the moment, of being present, in the now.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Immersion.......

Immersed in the cocoon of uncertainty, levelling the playing fields of certainty, creating the rift in the abyss of being.

Usurped into the prerogative of choices, washed with the cool draught of submission, whilst being latently stunted in the onset of what is not.

Streamed and reamed against the banks of the river, the residue collects, as the onset of the roaring voices booms through the subconsciousness, into  a reality, of the now.

Savouring the flavours and hooks of choices, firmly embedded in the psyche, whilst playing their games of prejudicial playback and consistently wondering about the ins and outs of the resulting manifestations.

Words float inwards, impaling themselves in the thoughts, rotating through a reticent reality  and harboured in a place,that has forgotten the techniques of letting go and embracing the welcoming surrender of serenity.

Lighting and filling the lost footsteps of the shadows, as the screeching crows lead the way across the forest of possibilities and opportunities.

Bursting forth through the scented pine needles and mosses, discovering an innate sensation that seems to flow with one's footsteps as the incline increases and the lungs screech for the air of clarity, which hovers like a rainbow on the path.

The flaccid willpower engages itself, digging deeper as a dual vision presents itself, looking at oneself, taking the steps, feeling the physicality and having the overview of all, as each step follows another.

The sun reflects off the gargantuan boulders, as the  lone figure, staff in hand, makes their way towards the approaching vision of oneself.

The light flourishes and celebrates all with it's intenseness, as the details disappear in the dazzling brightness.

Free flow from the depths and the immersion of a cocoon, which has opened itself to the elements and disgorged it's contents on a wilful engaged audience.

The eyes open and a smile spreads in the joyousness of all.

Singing......

















Singing the words between the lines

Feats of bravado.......

Feats of bravado sing their timely praises against the cement cinder blocks of time, standing in their cool loneliness on the beaches of an era, long since forgotten.

A lone silhouette stands on the rocks, casting for the next plate of food.

Wisps of smoke curl out of the whitewashed chimney, as the candles flicker in the window with an undulating expectancy.

The floorboards creak and groan with the the wind as the sandblasted pillars stand tall, replicating the columns of a temple  and the bleached wood opens the eyes to a pattern and patina, exposing itself to a quiet surrender.

Sea gulls squawk as they fly on their dogfight missions across the beach, whilst some drop muscles on the rocks, hoping to snack the tasty morsels.

A mist slowly rolls in over the petulant waves, keeping a low profile, it gently caresses the land with it's blanket of mystery and fills the voids of space and time.

It glows and expands the light, touched by the magic wand of romanticised novels, playing themselves out to their inevitable destiny, whilst any fear is exacerbated in the darkness of an overactive imagination, devoid of the intricacies of a moment, gormandised in the presence of a surrendered now.

In the cross hairs of frailty and strength, both merge willingly and consummately in a moment of gifted awareness, making it's way through the distended belly of a courage bathed in a swathe of uncertainty, and yet, mulled and forged into an extrapolation of mindful willingness and intention, held on by an inexplicable knowingness, of  the essence  of causality.

Extending oneself in a context of relevance and relativity, where a grail of harmony fleetingly exists in each and every moment that is chosen and allowed to infiltrate the barriers, raised and built to protect,, burying the fear in a place which has little capacity for holding onto something, which spreads it's toxicity so convincingly and expertly, in the conundrum of existence

The prevailing sanity is left to it's own mechanisms of survival and the choices of leading, being led or pushed are an interpretation of the perspective that is garnered through the senses, that are attuned to a flow, which, when found, illuminates the moment of being.

Washed with the warmth of another day, the moments are absorbed into a timelessness, ushering in an unfolding awe of an essence.



Saturday, August 30, 2014

In the city.......

Strains and melodies from the past float serendipitously over the cobbled heart of the city, caught in the flux of strangers, dropped into a different context and awed into submission.

Perky smiles warm the streets as the obnoxiousness of the exhaust fumes permeate the inhalation of all.

Prone canvas deck chairs line the boardwalk awaiting their slumbering occupants with hysterical anticipation, as the sun brightens itself over the gloating mass of marauding wanderers.

Denim and leather accelerate themselves through the dream factory of inked imagination as the constant buzzing  of the machines leave their indelible mark.

Walking masses await an explanation as the guides sprout their own intimate knowledge of what is, only to be translated and then lost in translation of what was.

Corridors, long since forgotten, break their eerie silence, as the burdened walls release their secrets and reveal the scar tissue, overlaid with  the crumbling morality of the oblivious.

Unexpiring  plastic quenches the thirst of the fast paced as they pick up speed, freeing their hands and leaving the containers spinning in the breeze.

Sirens scream and embezzle the sanctity of the late afternoon, as the workers leave their daily grind, to take on their mantles of responsibility and fun.

The exercise guru's sweat and pant while others exercise their skills of consumption across the thin line of reality and unconsciousness.

Surrendered to the darkness, the city instigates it's own throbbing and pulsating beat, until that to, fades into the oblivion of darkness.

Cities, in the dynamic flux and throes of change, sometimes wallowing in the shallows of their own demons and other  times fast paced in their ability to regenerate the decay and give new life to some, whilst others plod forward doing their one impression that they know best, caught in the conundrum and bear trap  of life.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Meanings.......

Sweeping gestures take themselves off at a tangent, walking the cobbled streets, covered with a diaphanous layer of moisture, as the watchers emerge from their cocoon of warmth and the individual glass facades are are lit up, to find their own bearings and chase away their nemesis of darkness, that has been a constant partner in their own mirrored facets of an illusion, long since moving from the darkness of conception to the light of arrival, taking their place in the struggle of a journey to cohabit a place and a space where the nature of the rules are not one's own and the parameters have to be stretched in order to discover a purpose and a truth of an extrapolated distortion of the holistic message, which has been bent and manipulated by the ego of the individual for their own benefit.

Hark ye all, who wonder aimlessly through the chaos of the confusion and do not persevere to discover the gift of self, graced in the gratitude of each inhalation of breath. 

Child Warrior.......

For the Child in all of us........                                                                                                                                                  For the Warrior in all of us.......