Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Ebb and the Flow..........

The tiredness ebbs and flows on the back of a wild mustang moving across the reality of a dream, while the challenge remains as a beacon on a distant hill.

The energy and the power that flows through my veins, courses it's way sometimes haphazardly, mostly with the intent of the wolf stalking prey and loping it's way through the darkness of the night and the brightness of it's vision, which pierces through all but the solid and then morphs and transcends it's form from the running gait of the interloper to the two legged stalking of the wizened man of indeterminate age, as the fluidity of his movements and energy lead one to believe in the perception of the intention and as the masterly figure enters the shadows, so does he become one with the shadows and all that are close, realise that, housed in the vehicle of what they see, runs the essence of who they are and in the moment of realisation, they are overcome in the joyousness of tears and contain their emotions,while their eyes fill up with the mists of their own choices, they blink and he is gone, until a woman with eyes closed prays for her family and when she feels the touch, her eyes remain closed as the energy transfers itself and the answer to her prayers manifests itself in her mind and her eyes open and she is still alone, as the wind collects the dust off the streets and sends it soaring into the sky, which starts to pulsate with an energy, framing the skyline in it's own beauty, while the sun feels it's own tiredness and gently dips it's head and slowly starts to sink beneath the horizon.

It is then that i realise that the tiredness has disappeared with all being in harmony as the micro has finally been reconciled with the macro and as i close my eyes, i gently drift off to the land of the wolves, the mustangs and the wizened old man who now dwells within.

The Tree Stump....

O! as i walk through the garden of decimation
i am able
to appreciate the beauty
for what it is.
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The Coiled Rope Hand......

Tapping into the inner core
Unleashing the authenticness of self
Uncoiling the serpentine power
Discovering the power
Being one with the gift
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Rainbow reflection.............

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The masks of emotion....

The muse that shines
passing the hand
through the emotions
feeling the heights of euphoria
feeling the depths of despair
finally the surrender
facing another day
with a smile
and the next challenge
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There is always that one moment!
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Sunday, August 17, 2008

The Family....

In the frame
all around
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THE POUNDING HEART...............

the heart beats
pounding in a joyous cavity
caught in a cycle of anticipation

eyelids flutter
at the turning of the day
stroboscopic holograms
permeate the mind screen

the seen
the unseen
hurtle towards the synapses
speeding up
crossing over
trampling the footfalls
past memories
imprints of emotion

a space of clarity
a space of peace
a space of union
a sense of prevailing perspective
an uncovered truth
standing on the edge
of one journey
moving forward
the beginning of the next

the heart beats
filled with anticipation
the excitement
the jubilation

the vanquished are always able to be victorious

Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Seeing Eye


To be able to go beyond a cursory look
to be enraptured with every breath
to hold onto the in breath
to surrender the out breath
to see patterns where none thought existed
to use the vision
to capture the essence
to be the essence
to pass it on

look now
see all the time
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The hand of Two Faces.......

In the light
In the dark
Two faces
Two paths
Two choices
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Friday, August 8, 2008

Rainbow Light.........The Manifestation


a rainbow manifestation
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The Dispalcement...............All & Nothing

Invigorated with the displacement of the comfort zone, which slowly slipped beneath the surface of the azure waves, while the anxiety took a back seat and in the relaxation and surrendering to the moment, all becomes a part of this watery cradle, which seemed to be rocking me back and forth in it's cool embrace, while all the while, the thoughts of an ominous future slipped and cascaded into the obliviousness of nothingness, providing a warm sanctuary, which never ceased to amaze at it's ability to transcend a busy mind detailing all the many fluctuations, slowly zeroing off into unfelt peace and tranquility, with the thoughts subdued and trance like and the natural auditory rhythms take over, immersing one in a pod of consciousness and awareness that has never before been experienced, as the present surroundings start to slowly fade away and the brightness of the light surrounded me with it's pulsating dexterity and luminescence, it forms itself into a spinning vortex tunnel which lifted me up until there was no form or shape and the recognition of any time frame was null and void, while the energy spirals formed into groups and moved closer, as their electric tendrils moved back and forward, closer and closer, until all that existed was the feelings of pure love and with this recognition, the white light started to change into the colour spectrum, each all separate, each all together and then the voices started to speak inside and as they grew in stature, so did the feelings, while the message flowed until the darkness descended and as i open my eyes, there is the understanding of all and nothing.

Sunday, August 3, 2008


to be still
is to be at rest

a moment of transition
seems to be at rest
but rarely is
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Saturday, August 2, 2008

the message hand................


indelibly marked
inexplicably fortunate
expiry date unknown

the signs are clear
the writing is always on the wall
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A manifestation of another kind
enjoying the magik and mystique of her own femininity
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The Double Hand & The Dancing Rooster.....

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Eyes Shut........Heart Open..........Once Again

eyes shut
heart open
fields of lavender emotions
sway and dance
in the closeness of the wind

figures of ochre mud
raise themselves
from the desolatenesss of the plain

joining hands
baked in the kiln of emotions

feathered music
a union of oneness

a slice of the moon
embraces the union
embellishing the night

resplendent livery
encrusted with stars
flowing as one

spreading their wings
a breath of serendipity
a duality of opposites

once again
spearheading .....
the joy
the love
spreading and encompassing all
like a mist
rolling over a landscape
for an eternity