Markings
Like a vision
In the ground
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Seeping Through.......
Seeping through the cracks of unconsciousness
begging
the unconditionality of love
Macerated desires
Unfulfilled needs
Wondering
In the vestibule of the dammed
Disappating heaviness
Re focussed
Uplifting the paradigm
An altered focus
in the embrace of change
Bulging eyes
Falling leaves
Flying branches
Touching their own expiration
In the evening
A chain saw massacre
A new generation
Yearning
Straining
Questioning
Moving
with the new exponential
begging
the unconditionality of love
Macerated desires
Unfulfilled needs
Wondering
In the vestibule of the dammed
Disappating heaviness
Re focussed
Uplifting the paradigm
An altered focus
in the embrace of change
Bulging eyes
Falling leaves
Flying branches
Touching their own expiration
In the evening
A chain saw massacre
A new generation
Yearning
Straining
Questioning
Moving
with the new exponential
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Waiting.......
Awaiting the wheels and the machinations of circumstance to concur in the symetry of good fortune
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Induction.......
Induction into the flow
Precipitation
through the archetypes
Wandering in the maze
Sun beams
Pierce the core
Flaying through the skin of indifference
Catalysing
the bleached white bones
Depth charging the senses
Eradication
of the illusion
Inundated with the visual imagery
Challenging the perspective
Altering the status quo
Inveigling
the parameters of the known
The challenges
Floating on a calm sea
buffeted
by the winds of change
Soaring
in the eye of the storm
Energised
in the vortex
Clarity of vision
Embedded intention
unfolding it's authenticity
in the manifestations of truth
Precipitation
through the archetypes
Wandering in the maze
Sun beams
Pierce the core
Flaying through the skin of indifference
Catalysing
the bleached white bones
Depth charging the senses
Eradication
of the illusion
Inundated with the visual imagery
Challenging the perspective
Altering the status quo
Inveigling
the parameters of the known
The challenges
Floating on a calm sea
buffeted
by the winds of change
Soaring
in the eye of the storm
Energised
in the vortex
Clarity of vision
Embedded intention
unfolding it's authenticity
in the manifestations of truth
Saturday, January 1, 2011
An essence breached.......
Sheared branches envelop the shadows underfoot while the sharpness of the punctuated blasts of sound assault the norms of sanity.
The scratch marks and the significant aromas twist the senses of belief and belie the reality.
The engraved stones litter the path and beyond, eschewing a present past and the echoes of the past, in the present.
Candle lit vigils stand in the merits of their united compassion flickering their message in their own invisibility.
Apparitions, fleet footed dance in the shadows, casting their ambivalence, caught in a swathe of emotions,long since buried in the crypts of humanity.
The flora caught in the cross draft of change, emanate their own subtle manifestations.
Bathed in the glorious warmth and heat of the sunbeams, of the day and inspired by the lunar beams at night, a lost essence is breached.
In the obsidian blackness of the pools of water, streams of information become relevant.
The limbs of the trees part their luxuriant foliage, metamorphosing the shadows, bringing light, as the silence reigns supreme.
The scratch marks and the significant aromas twist the senses of belief and belie the reality.
The engraved stones litter the path and beyond, eschewing a present past and the echoes of the past, in the present.
Candle lit vigils stand in the merits of their united compassion flickering their message in their own invisibility.
Apparitions, fleet footed dance in the shadows, casting their ambivalence, caught in a swathe of emotions,long since buried in the crypts of humanity.
The flora caught in the cross draft of change, emanate their own subtle manifestations.
Bathed in the glorious warmth and heat of the sunbeams, of the day and inspired by the lunar beams at night, a lost essence is breached.
In the obsidian blackness of the pools of water, streams of information become relevant.
The limbs of the trees part their luxuriant foliage, metamorphosing the shadows, bringing light, as the silence reigns supreme.
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