THE EXPLOSION HAND

EXPLODING THE MYTH
OF ONE'S OWN REALITY
TO DISCOVER
THE TRUE FACE
OF SELF

SUCCEEDING
AND
EXPERIENCING
THE JOYS OF THE UNIVERSE
ONCE AGAIN

THE PORTHOLE OF SELF HAND

LOOKING
THROUGH
THE PORTHOLE
OF THE MIRROR
THE REFLECTION
IS
I
.........BUT
NOT ME

CAPTURED AND PRESERVED

THE ALTERED PERSPECTIVE HAND

BEING ABLE TO VIEW ONESELF
WITH AN ALTERED PERSPECTIVE
GIVES ONE THE OPPORTUNITY
OF BEING ABLE
TO SHED
THE CONDITIONED
SNAKE SKIN OF THE PAST
AND REVERBERATE
THE AUTHENTIC SELF

THE HAND OF THE PAST

A BUILDING
THAT HAS STOOD AROUND
AND SEEN ALL

THE ANCHOR HAND

THERE ARE MANY TIMES
WHEN THE SEA OF LIFE
IS ROUGH
AND ONE NEEDS
TO FIND A SAFE HARBOUR

LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF
AND
CLARITY
WILL BE REACHED

THE ABSTRACT HAND

IN
THE BEAUTY
OF MYOPICNESS
THERE ARE
ALL THE POSSIBILITIES
THAT ONE COULD IMAGINE
AND
THEN SOME

THE LEOPARD HAND

IN THE DARKNESS
MY HAND
BECOMES
THE VISUAL OUTLOOK
ON THE WORLD

MOVING ACROSS
IS THE LEOPARD
WHICH
CATCHES MY EYE
AND
IMBUES ME
WITH IT'S POWERS

THE DIVINE FEMININE HAND

SHE ARISES
LOOKING UPWARDS
FINALLY
HAVING MANIFESTED
HER DIVINE FEMININE INSPIRATION

IN THAT MOMENT
THE CIRCLE IS COMPLETE
EVERYTHING IS ONE
SHE IS ONE

THE WOMAN IN PRAYER HAND

CLASPING
HER HANDS TIGHTLY
SHE CALLS UPON
HER INSPIRATION
AND MUSE
TO UPLIFT THE SPIRIT
TO MAKE HER WHOLE
AND
TO ENABLE HER
TO MANIFEST
THAT
WHICH IS HER BIRTHRIGHT

THE WINDMILL OF SPIRIT HAND

AS THE HEART PUMPS
IN THE MOMENT OF THE MOMENT
THE WINDMILL OF SPIRIT
TURNS IN PERPETUITY
FOREVER
THE REMINDER
OF THE REALITY
OF ILLUSION
AND THE ILLUSION
OF REALITY

TO BE BLESSED
WITH
THE FOUR WINDS
TO BE AWARE
TO LIVE
IN THE MOMENT

PASSING THOUGHTS......

• consummate the sanctity of life with your participation
• when the benevolence of the moment is filled with beauty and opportunity
• sublime omnipotence once again
• bold in the dance of silence
• courageous in the fire's of knowingness
• glorious in the triumph of harmony
• necessitate the boldness and courage as the breakthrough is breached
• the cycles of perception, extrapolation,assimilation and wholeness
• how wonderful to inhale and exhale in the jubilation, in the knowingness of creation and in the fundamental realisation in the ascension of being
  

UNVEILED.......

the strangeness of the veil
sublimating the musicality
of the musical conundrum
wanton in it's virgin imprints
washed by a tempestuous sea

a mirage
ephemeral in it's own contradiction
stands aloof

where are the cries
o ! playful children
expounded energy
encapsulated angels

draw yourself up close
let your ears bristle
amongst the chin stubble
as words manifest
turning the world
in to song

lest
you should forget
seared in the embrace
surrender to the moment

come out and play
now

TO HOLD.......

to hold oneself
seamlessly
up to the light
under the gaze and scrutiny
a natural progression of self

to be illuminated from within

transcendence in absolution
magnificence in evolution

THE ZEN HAND

REFLECTION
ON
MY REALITY

THE ROCK
MY SHADOW
AND
ME
INTUIT THROUGH THE CONDUIT
ALL WILL FLOW

THE DRAGON BELL HAND

THE CONSTANT COMPANIONS
GIVING STRENGTH AND GUIDANCE
AS THE CHIMES
LIKE FOOTSTEPS
ECHOED AND REVEBERATED
THROUGH MY BEING

THE COALS OF FIRE HAND

AS THE HEAT IN MY BODY BUILT UP
TO A CLIMAX
I LOOKED
AT THE SKIN OF MY HAND
WHICH CHANGED
BEFORE ME
TRANSLUCENT AND TRANSPARENT
I COULD SEE THE COALS
OF THE FIRE
BURNING BRIGHTLY

I KNEW I WAS ON THE RIGHT PATH

THE NEON CITY HAND

TRANSFIXED
IN THE LIGHTS
OF THE NEON
IN THE BUSTLING CITY
ALL
STARTED TO CHANGE
AS THE STIMULUS FADED
INTO THE BACKGROUND
AND
THE NEON STARTED
TO LOOK MORE AND MORE
LIKE
THE PHOENIX RISING FROM THE ASHES

I HAD COME HOME AT LAST

THE CLOCKTOWER HAND

IT WAS SO CLEAR
I KNEW I HAD TO REMEMBER
SOMETHING
WAS IT MAYBE
THAT TIME
WAS OF THE ESSENCE
WHY DID I FEEL THAT THERE WAS A SENSE OF URGENCY
AS I GRABBED
TO SEIZE THE MOMENT
IT HAD ALREADY DISAPPEARED
I WAS READY FOR THE NEXT ONE
NO MATTER WHAT

IN THE FLOW
IN THE (K)NOW

THE 2 BIRD & SIGNPOST HAND

AS I WAS TRAVELLING
THE MISTS OF MY DREAMS
DISGORGED THEMSELVES

THE TWO BIRDS
THE SIGNPOST
APPEARED

I REALISED THIS WAS A SIGN

THE CUPID HAND

REVEALING ITSELF
THROUGH THE VEILS
CUPID
IN ALL HIS GLORY

THE HAND OF DUALITY

THE ROSES
AND
THE THORNS
CONSTITUTE THE WHOLENESS
OF WHAT IS

THE TREE LINED PATH HAND

WITH
FORTITUDE
AND PERSISTANCE
I WALK THIS PATH
TO MY DESTINY

THE PRINTS IN THE SAND HAND

ETCHED INDELIBLY
NATURE
LEAVES IT'S MARK
ON MY HAND
AND
THE INNER CORE
OF MY BEING

THE JAWBONE HAND

A LONG
FORGOTTEN ANIMAL
IS BROUGHT TO LIFE AGAIN
AS IT'S SPIRIT
IS IMMERSED
INTO THE HAND

THE SIDEWAYS GLANCE HAND

THERE IS A TIME
WHEN ALL ONE HAS TO DO
IS TAKE A SIDEWAYS GLANCE

NEW PERCEPTIONS
NEW CHOICES

MAGIC CARPET.......

finding that magic carpet,recessed in the mind

to be able to travel physically and then mentally only.

mastering the imagination and visual conceptualisation.

to travel beyond what could ever be conceived as beyond.

finding that magic thread that happens to to lace it's way proponderously through everything.

why does it feel like i have somehow transcended the warm embrace of an overdue absolution and cleansing process.

when ,in the process of the moment, it is always a new moment, then comes the realisation of freedom.

being able to embrace what is and not to keep on dipping into that dark and recessive tunnel of experience, somehow looking for a comparison.

accomplishing this task, is being able to hold oneself up, trying to touch infinity and somehow in the intangible tangibility, of finding oneself in a state of grace.

there is no going back................there is no back to go to.
journeying in the realms of the spirit can be taxing.
the body is just a vehicle...........is it strong enough?
it becomes a process and a preparation.
to truly dissect the parallels and the dichotomy, one has to be able to move the immovable.
the vibrational frequency of the entity has to be exact to reach into the nexus.
it might be enough to get in, but not enough to sustain it.
a misplaced spinning energy wheel would bounce off the nexus and experience problems on the re entry.
to know the right moment is only to know it when it happens.
one can go out there and get it, but most importantly, it is what you do with it when you get back and how you integrate it into your life.

when each step is a conscious creative step, then one is able to fulfill one's destiny.

A PEEK...................

taking a peek
through history
a concertina file of memories
real and imagined

immersed
under a patina of neglect
lacklustre motivations
drowned in a sea of obliviousness
a prolonged and careful study of nothing
lost in the darkness
in a pool of obsidian

reaching into that nothingness
seeing only the shadows
feeling the residue
of existence

mutating
in the non comprehension
transcending
the residue
of the visceral

leaving the anxiety and fear

the focus
the extrapolation of nothingness
brings it's own rewards

a vestibule
of collective memory
passes the bounds of understanding
reticent in the methodology
acceptance in the results


a coming of age
an about face
an extension
a literalness

an awareness of the all

EXPECTATION...............

the veins of tiredness
run through
a chasm of laughter

descending thoughts
ascending aspirations

multiple viscosity's
braided
with
experience

the pestilent undergrowth
cements itself
in the past

open yourself
to what you think
is not
it will be

centre yourself
in the expectation of fulfillment

THE TREE OF LIFE HAND

STRETCHING UPWARDS
AND ONWARDS

THE LAMP POST HAND

A LONE SEAGULL
STANDS SENTINEL
WAITING
WATCHING

THE DECISION HAND

CHOICES
THOUGHTS
IMPLEMENTATION
ACTIONS