Viewing
the imprints of life
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.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Seamless journey.......
Seamless ribbons flutter in an unforgiving breeze while audacious scales play their harmonies in the silence.
Seething in the long march, the trails of dust linger precipitously.
Weaving in and out of the multiple layers, while excavating in the harsh glare of a vision.
Eyelids flutter, as the depths of an azure ocean are reached.
In the realm of the animalism, the vegetative is breached and decreed by edicts to have disappeared.
Simmering in the surreal
Exacerbated by the real
The journey continues.
Seething in the long march, the trails of dust linger precipitously.
Weaving in and out of the multiple layers, while excavating in the harsh glare of a vision.
Eyelids flutter, as the depths of an azure ocean are reached.
In the realm of the animalism, the vegetative is breached and decreed by edicts to have disappeared.
Simmering in the surreal
Exacerbated by the real
The journey continues.
In the city.......
Across the facades of buildings,
Under the street lights,
I look up and see the face !
Overlay of whispers.......
Broadly sweeping across a vista littered with the whitened bones of an illusion, burnished and gilded in the reality of desire.
Garnished moments flit across and through the boudoir of emptiness, while fattening themselves in the illusion of wholeness.
Discarded integrity and the vows of humanity lie in tatters as the external grows in it's own self righteousness while the inner core shrinks in the onslaught.
Energised pockets and incremental gains play hide and seek amongst the seekers denying the darkness it's shadow.
In the silence, the overlay of whispers grow.
The canopy of trees part, letting in the light.
All is quiet.
Garnished moments flit across and through the boudoir of emptiness, while fattening themselves in the illusion of wholeness.
Discarded integrity and the vows of humanity lie in tatters as the external grows in it's own self righteousness while the inner core shrinks in the onslaught.
Energised pockets and incremental gains play hide and seek amongst the seekers denying the darkness it's shadow.
In the silence, the overlay of whispers grow.
The canopy of trees part, letting in the light.
All is quiet.
Riding the crest.......one step at a time
Riding the crest of the wave at terminal velocity whilst spinning in the vortex.
Manipulating each vestige of energy, in the microseconds, before coming to a halt in the sand embankment of a different reality.
Experiencing the emotions of change, as each molecule communicates it's message in the blink of an eye.
A time to re evaluate, as the breeze of self doubt momentarily crosses one's path.
A reactive knee jerking, to the barrage of questions, without answers, swims across a space of self indulgence.
The sun tips it's hat as the minutes turn into hours,while the residues of what are not are regurgitated and expelled.
Looking at the whole image ,without the look back in distress.
Each moment presents it's own opportunities and revelations.
The time of skipped beats disappears, as the new momentum is sought and the foothold in the now ,of each moment, is regained.
A new crest appears, as the adrenalin rush mounts, creating a new moment of wholeness and the spinning vortex loses itself in the white water of the now.............
Manipulating each vestige of energy, in the microseconds, before coming to a halt in the sand embankment of a different reality.
Experiencing the emotions of change, as each molecule communicates it's message in the blink of an eye.
A time to re evaluate, as the breeze of self doubt momentarily crosses one's path.
A reactive knee jerking, to the barrage of questions, without answers, swims across a space of self indulgence.
The sun tips it's hat as the minutes turn into hours,while the residues of what are not are regurgitated and expelled.
Looking at the whole image ,without the look back in distress.
Each moment presents it's own opportunities and revelations.
The time of skipped beats disappears, as the new momentum is sought and the foothold in the now ,of each moment, is regained.
A new crest appears, as the adrenalin rush mounts, creating a new moment of wholeness and the spinning vortex loses itself in the white water of the now.............
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
In the reveal.......
Moments of life fleetingly cascade past the point of clarity, seeping into the cracks of peripheral vision.
Inundated in the confinement of conditioned patterns of response, the truth and essence gently trickle their way into the consciousness.
The bottomless pit of emptiness is finally infiltrated with the essence of change.
The extremities of ambivalence nurture themselves back on course as the polarities of difference begin to merge.
Leaping the gargantuan divide presents the opportunity to regain what was lost.
Still, there resides the immobile, clinging to their beliefs in the self righteous hope of being correct.
Vacillators and spoilers race on the horse of good fortune, competing on the playground of shifting sands
The middle ground raises itself past the ramparts of non belief continuing in it's growth
The time of fleeting moments condenses, to finally reveal the essence.
A moment to revel in the reveal of creation.
Inundated in the confinement of conditioned patterns of response, the truth and essence gently trickle their way into the consciousness.
The bottomless pit of emptiness is finally infiltrated with the essence of change.
The extremities of ambivalence nurture themselves back on course as the polarities of difference begin to merge.
Leaping the gargantuan divide presents the opportunity to regain what was lost.
Still, there resides the immobile, clinging to their beliefs in the self righteous hope of being correct.
Vacillators and spoilers race on the horse of good fortune, competing on the playground of shifting sands
The middle ground raises itself past the ramparts of non belief continuing in it's growth
The time of fleeting moments condenses, to finally reveal the essence.
A moment to revel in the reveal of creation.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Choices & Change.......
Granules of time float synchronized through the portals of change.
Moments of illusion swiftly hardened and discarded in the changing realisations of the heightening energy shifts.
A cornucopia of unanswered questions fibrillating in the cemented beliefs of power and the perpetuated fear of the powerful.
Endless permutations flood through the labyrinth of the known, as the unknown rears itself in the close proximity of a knowledge long ago sealed under the veneers of time.
Holistic simplicity evades the logical and conditioned, as the dew drops of truth infuse themselves upon the willing and the unwilling.
A plethora of choices.
Each step forward without the luxurious illusion of a return journey.
In the Consummation.......
An agreement
Consummated
In the first breath
of life
A cry
A yearning
An amnesiac fog
Settling in
Burning off
Lifting
A moment to ponder
Many moments
Infused with the clarity
Confused with the puzzle
An underlying truth
Destabilising
The myopic picture
Connective threads
Join all
To the whole
Consummated
In the first breath
of life
A cry
A yearning
An amnesiac fog
Settling in
Burning off
Lifting
A moment to ponder
Many moments
Infused with the clarity
Confused with the puzzle
An underlying truth
Destabilising
The myopic picture
Connective threads
Join all
To the whole
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Arising from the darkness.......
Stagnant aspirations survive, lying in the darkness and the dankness of the moist crushed earth of hope and miracle, as the time stops and the sustainability of the organism appears close to decimation and elimination.
In the growing depth of darkness, the senses have passed the point of no return and total surrender, when the nothingness begins to spiral and the momentary stroboscopic illusion of colour proves elusive, beyond belief and comprehension.
A glimmer of familiarity presents itself and disappears.
The senses begin to rotate in the glowing darkness causing expansion in the vibrating passage of timelessness, as the sweet smell of the fertile earth beckons the nurturing and healing to fulfill it's own cycle.
Arising from the darkness of the crushed earth, the spirit and aspirations soar, as the new lease of eternity is realised in the authenticity of the individual journey, in the complexity of the whole.
In the growing depth of darkness, the senses have passed the point of no return and total surrender, when the nothingness begins to spiral and the momentary stroboscopic illusion of colour proves elusive, beyond belief and comprehension.
A glimmer of familiarity presents itself and disappears.
The senses begin to rotate in the glowing darkness causing expansion in the vibrating passage of timelessness, as the sweet smell of the fertile earth beckons the nurturing and healing to fulfill it's own cycle.
Arising from the darkness of the crushed earth, the spirit and aspirations soar, as the new lease of eternity is realised in the authenticity of the individual journey, in the complexity of the whole.
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