Monday, December 17, 2012

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Through the blankness.......


Part 1

Staring at the blank canvas hypnotised as the weave starts to vibrate and radiate the innermost thoughts.
Vivacious vividness of colour transcends itself through the interconnected neurons as the juxtaposition of the animate and the inanimate blur and clear in ever widening circles.

The soft velvet crush of the white water over the aeon's old smoothness of the rocks stimulates the inner essence of serenity and lifts the vibrations of understanding as the momentum increases and all fall under it's influence.

The gas lamps at the end of the pier flicker as the oars of the rowing boat chop the surface of the lapping water.

Luminous tumble weeds roll past the adobe buildings shape shifting through the shadows and dust on their journey past the shuttered memories of magic and imagination.

The rafters begin to rise and the walls expand as the canvas is invigorated in it's own growth.

Part 2

The hedged path stretches itself in it's unmanicured audacity in between the grape vines until it reaches the domes building.

Energised in the hallowed sanctity of the ground  , the vocabulary of conversation is superfluous, muted into the realms of interconnected silence.

The sharpened spears of truth provide the congruency on the pathway as the swirling motion of the masses endeavours to shift it's stance in the stampede.

Age old patinas disappear revealing colours of essential veracity and vivacity.

Part 3
The sun beats down mercilessly as the hardened clay earth beckons to be opened and turned.

The sliced chunks of earth reveal themselves as the wounded ground elongates and widens itself.

Droplets of perspiration cascade freely as the transformed earth deposits itself next to the excavation.

The signature aroma permeates the air as the body feels the coolness of the earth beneath it.

The granules of sand cling to the body as the transformational powers cleanse and saturate.


Part 4

Waves of heat desiccate the air shimmering in the dreams of a cauldron.

In the wavering shadows of the night the voices call out, slicing through the bristling leaves and splashing the vibrant water.

Apparitions of youth stand on the threshold of a fading moment.

Dislocated in the onrush of solitude, spent feathers arise from their resting place, taking new form in their upward spiral.

Clapping hands mimic the rhythm of the raging white water, elevating it's energy, running it's course to the cascading edge.

Remnants of memories and residues line the path as subsidence and erosion cleanse all once again.

Enraptured in the full flight of renewal, the circle turns, precipitating the onward rush and explosion of the senses.

Scarred edifices stand deserted on the hillside as the vines overtake structure and become the pivot in a mesmerising battle of an age old artist reshaping the landscape into new form.

Heights of greatness ebb and recede into the universal chasms of amnesia, awaiting rediscovery and in the process providing more questions than answers.

Part 5

The large white river stones massage the feet as the crystal clear water laps at the ankles and reflects the starkness of the whitewashed alcove above.

The whitened walls pulsate, energised with flashes of colour, which seem to emerge and disappear at intervals, whilst the definitions of form increase as the story begin to unfold.

Dancing figures and majestic animals show and reveal their insights as the flames send their coals soaring into the thermals and the rhythmic dance follows it's own evolving course.


The sentinel fire keeper holds vigilance, feeding the entity and the essence, precipitating the archetype and in the process revering it.


Adrenalised swirls of energy move around the vacuous spaces of lethargy expediting their osmotic process and leaving the recalcitrant tendrils in their wake.

Flakes of dissolving tissue divest themselves, gently cascading, reluctantly into the darkened pit of a another reality.

A core exalting luminescence builds, as the external changes with each thought and motion.

Motionless in the silence , the generosity spreads.

















Blue mountain














Pushing forward towards the inevitability of Blue mountain .......all was within the realms of possibility !

Friday, October 5, 2012

Blue eyed muse......

~The golden frame with the blue eyed muse~

on the threshold

On the threshold
Sloughing off
the skin of the past

Feet moving
Larynx quivering
On the fast track
to absolution

Distant water 
Gushing streams
Pumice in hand
Cleansing
the way forward

A stacked deck
Wallowing
Crawling across
the mire of pity

Raising the stakes
Flowing
within the harmony of self
Brokering
Grappling
with the nexus

In the pride and ego of nought
A new bloom appears
Castigating the past
Emerging into the present
Synchronising the future

A moment of gratitude
in the graciousness 
of being

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Horns.......

On the horns of a dilemma

Immortalised moments.......

Unravelling mysteries
Present themselves

Active replenishment
Brushed with the invigoration of an Arctic breeze

Squawking geese
Melt the ice
Young one's
following in their footsteps

In the shadow of Conquistadors
Burning desires
Loop forth
from the cauldron

Loved one's
Ever present
Separated
Across the chasms of their own realities

Flickering flames
Play across the cornea
of frozen mobility

Soul fragments
Fractured psyche
Float in a void

Unwilling
Unable
To see
the light

Grasping the illusion
Believing the reflection
Feeling the weight

Unsung hero
Awaiting retrieval

Moments in the present
Immortalised

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Recovery.......

Recovering the essence

Edging closer.......

Edging closer
Bathed in the light
Discarding
The shadows of a dream


Venerated figures
Dressed
in the colourful swathes
of belief
Dancing through the pockets of memory
Held for a moment
In perceptive reality


The flames
Twisting and swirling upwards
Encouraging the flow
Satiating with heat


Dancing
Through the pockets of hot air
Irradiated with a zest
Imbued with the radiance
Espousing the joyousness in the free flow



Beyond.......

Beyond the mountain,awaiting the next moment

Transposed vestiges.......

Transposed
Vestiges of a lifetime
Hidden
in the annexe
of the subconscious


Chasms appear
Forcibly lighting hidden chambers
Epiphanous moments
treading water


Piercing realisations
dissect and illuminate


Prevailing choices
New intentions
Pioneering pathways


Sloughing off the shin
of accumulation
Choosing the result
Instigating the shift



Saturday, July 28, 2012

Seeing.......

Rummaging through the embossed package of emotions,  the seeing sets the pace !

Soft underbellies.......

Soft underbellies
Expose themselves
Naked
In the hairless pursuit
of happiness


Mixed metaphors
Layer the dualities
Engrossed
Obsessed
Moving
with the mindless lava flow


Increasing dexterity's
of awareness
Vaulting through the mists of time
Exposing the portals of parallels
Drilling down
Languishing in the essence


Vibrational nuances
play themselves out
Fibrillating shock waves
Shout
In the stillness
In the silence
of nothing
Moving upwards
onwards


Bursting forth


Soft underbellies
 luminesce in their own invigoration

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Moving & dancing.......















Moving and dancing through the veils of life.
A continuous extrapolation of essence.

On the rocks.......

Standing on the rock of self
Casting the net
Wider


Stepping out
Beyond the narrow parameters
Envisaging the magnificense
Enveloped
In the mystery
Extrapolating the depths
of wholeness


Synapses fire in unison
Granulated dreams
Tipping the scales
Taking flight
and
dissolving


Eucalyptus permeates the coolness
Masts of steel
Arise
Touching the pin pricks of a dream


Pressure points of the psyche
Touched
Surrendered


The sweet flow of energy
Jump starts itself
A  cascading cadence
Overflowing in the joy
A moment
A lifetime

Sunday, July 15, 2012

A Cycle...........Full circle

Sacrificial lambs hang out to dry in the cloistered courtyards,long since deserted, on the eve of the shift, as the cycle of reciprocity comes full circle.


Iconic stones surround the circle as newcomers enter and wonder at the dredged emotionality that spews forth from their guts without knowing why.


Masks hang sublimely, on the walls staring forth, across a landscape in the voiceless silence.


Provocation to act decisively is subdued by the excessive chatter that pervades the existence in the present.


In the blazing sunlight, the stars are but a distant memory.


Caught in the quicksand of imagination, the illusion of reality, becomes the reality.


Lavender paths release their aroma, tantalising the reality.


Hedged animals stare eternally on a distant horizon.


Rosebuds flutter in the wind metamorphosing, as they scatter themselves through the obliviousness of the unconsciousness.


Permeated desires hang, onto the gossamer like threads of hope.


Empowered manifestations ooze through the pores.


Dusty adobe structures adjust and calibrate themselves at the onset of sunset as the candles ignite and the dancing shadows await their time to blossom forth in the shimmering light.


Flat stones, baked daily in the sands of alchemy levitate, off the cooling earth and vibrate into the darkness of the night.


Metal pots boil away with prepared elixir, as the eager well serving hands mix, until a fine paste is achieved.


Talking ravens vent their message to all who choose to hear.


Baying hounds still themselves in the silence.


Delicate blossoms release their emotive and poignant aromas into the parallel of stillness.


Tremors shake the ground in the gaining momentum of the swing shift.


Side-walk wall flowers enjoy the acrid inhalation of smoke and drink the slightly bitter black gold.


Cathartic singers project their emotive words and transport the listeners to a time where all was simple, by comparison.


Brushed with the rolling thunder and lightning, the organism feels alive for the very first time.


The periphery dissolves while the essence and meanings float across with succinct clarity.



The Challenge.......

Juiced up 
Strung out
Hanging on a thread


At the wall
Immersed in the ivy
Playing in the nasturtiums
underfoot


Sandblasted vignettes
Subtly altered
Offering sustenance 
in the void


The moist earth
Turns itself cyclically
Stirring up the memories
Regenerating
Creating life


Luminescent orbs
Light the night
Playing with the shadows
Invoking the shift
Challenging all





Sunday, July 8, 2012

The reflection.......

Pondering the depths

Washed in the river.......

Rocks 
Boulders
Stepping stones
Covered in the algae of experience
Washed in the river of destiny


Across the bay 
In the stillness
Bleached hills
Covered in the morning mist
Beckon the heart
Move the mind


Rhythmic beats
Touch the leaves
Ecstatic emancipation
In the heartbeat of time


Shimmering heat
Caresses the dream
Cascading movement
Alters the status


Flapping wings gather
Gently embracing
Engulfing the organism
Piercing the bone

The death of a moment
Gives life to the next


On the march........
Golden stepping stones
Extrapolate themselves
Expedited manifestations
Unfolding
In he grace 
of another journey







Sunday, July 1, 2012

Shifting.......

Perceptive boundaries shift in the desert sands
of the psyche
Lost and buried relics reappear at whim
Spinning 360 degrees
All seems lifeless
Granules of memory
Merge themselves
A blanket of amnesiac colour


Graced
with the gratitude of silence
The Golden threads of stillness
pierce the clammy tired skin
Invigorating the senses
Cleansing the being
Pouring in
it's healing heat
Absorbing
into the bone


Milky glued eyes
Open and focus
As if.......
for the very first time


The hues of colours
Magnified
in the absoluteness


Bringing 
New perspective


Sounds vibrate the being
A calibrated tuning fork
Each resonates with the other


The creation of an orchestral harmony
Prolonging the visions
Bringing one closer


Remembering
Knowing
Moving forward



Possibility.......

Across the distance, screeching through the realms of possibility

Sunday, May 27, 2012

In the quietness of........resolution

Diminishing sounds
Extrapolate themselves
Into the quietness
Into the solitude 
of resolution


The steps unfold
In a symphony of destiny
Seeking each moment
Endeavouring to establish a truth


Living in two worlds
Dichotomous dualities
Playing themselves out


A heralding of magic
Pervasive in it's healing
Consistent in it's truth


The spark of joyousness
Flickers in the winds
Sometimes lost
Sometimes hidden
Never destroyed


The eternal flames of purpose
Burn brighter than ever

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Saturday, April 7, 2012

In the seed of a dream.......

Enfolded and nurtured in the seed of a dream
Soaring
as the gentle updraughts of warm air 
lightens the shadows    
and darkness 
of an amnesiac fog


An untravelled path filled with the misconceptions and falseness
seemingly without  a source
drifting aimlessly




The sparks of of the hypnotic fire jump and disappear 
into the nothingness of the sky


Buildings stand deserted
Function and upkeep surpass their usefulness
The empty rooms echo and sing with their laughter


Monotonous drum beats
surrender themselves in the dry heat
wisps of smoke curl salaciously from the fire
touching all who gaze into the depths of the flames
and themselves


Visionary feet march their way through the stone maze 
never doubting the veracity and possibilities 
inherent in the process


Eyes closed
submerged
in the subtle watery warmth
outer cores surrenders completely
embracing the evolving moments of spontaneity


Enfolded and nurtured once again
in the seed of a dream

Friday, April 6, 2012

Bristling and unfolding along the way.......

Bristling in the headlong rush of awareness as the acuteness of the stimuli on the senses seeps into the marrow of being.


Through the narrow confines of the gulley, to the wide expanses of infinity, opening the heart and letting go of the last vestiges of conditioned perception.


Mutating cells stand dignified in the light of truth.


Mesmerised and magnified beyond the shadows which lie shattered in the onslaught of a unified sense of wholeness, the circle turns inexorably in it's natural flow and pattern.


Moments filled with the passing of  time and devoid of everything except infinity.


Stepping stones of innocence and love prolong and ground the moment for an eternity.


An excising of parts and a precipitation of the death, moment by moment.


Bristling in the continued awareness, the path unfolds in it's own magnificence once again.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

In the moment of reflection.......

In the moment of reflection,there is the possibility of encountering a different perception.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Across the board walk.......













Across the board walk
Inked skin floorboards
Flying rabbits


The rest pales in comparison

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sanctuary

Finding a place of sanctuary

Near glimpses and beyond

Naked rhubarb and beet play alongside the tarnished ribbon of steel rail road tracks gently hidden by the foliage and greatly empowered by the lack of human traffic.


Shallow furrows long since forgotten, gently prod the landscape with the reminders  of the dominance of two legs, machines and the passage of time.


Dust storms sand blast and weather the deserted wooden structures as the smell of decay permeates a forgotten memory.


Natural orifices and caverns call out in the shimmering heat, offering a space of sanctity, coolness, darkness and truth.


Gargantuan boulders standing sentinel in an ever changing landscape, hold onto the gossamer like memories of the illusion.


Termite mounds baked hard in the sunlight of the human diaspora stand proud in their accomplishment, while they teem with the freneticness of their mission, toiling in the darkness of their own parameters of reality.


A moon waxes and wanes paying homage, while forming a basis for the reverence, for the teeming masses, who have long forgotten the essence.


A beckoning and awakening plays itself out.


In the offering of change, the reality of the moment of the whole subsides, with a struggle into the truth of an individual , grappling with the dualities and the essence of their own truth.

The fields

Across the fields
Watching the flow
Through the eyes of nature