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, May 27, 2012
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
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.
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.......
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| 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, February 19, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
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.
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.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Auspicious concurrent.......
Auspicious winds breathe their coolness over my still physical form, as the grey clouds hang poignantly and pregnant in a sky filled with the promises of radiance, joyousness and wholeness.
All stops in it's tracks as the balance swings precariously to and fro in the vacuum.
Birds fly past in salutation.
Tingling sensations play their way across the neck, beating a path upwards and onwards, over the cranium and finding shelter in the caverns of the temple as they persist in the recognition of their throbbing signals.
Skimming the reality, touching the make believe illusions, as the masks utter their words in the cardboard authenticity of a reality.
Nestled deep down, a concurrence of inexplicable emotional energy makes its voice heard in a tectonic clash between the illusion and the authenticity.
Moments of absolute zero gravity as the glimpses increase in their own tenacity and ferocity whilst all around seems to flicker in the reflective reality.
Crevice sanity seems like an absolute normality
All that is considered, to be the extreme, is the depth.
Each step created along the path of choice is the imprint of the past and the potential vision of the future.
The omnipotence of the moment overwhelms the senses as the flock of ravens brush gently against the moment of the present.
All stops in it's tracks as the balance swings precariously to and fro in the vacuum.
Birds fly past in salutation.
Tingling sensations play their way across the neck, beating a path upwards and onwards, over the cranium and finding shelter in the caverns of the temple as they persist in the recognition of their throbbing signals.
Skimming the reality, touching the make believe illusions, as the masks utter their words in the cardboard authenticity of a reality.
Nestled deep down, a concurrence of inexplicable emotional energy makes its voice heard in a tectonic clash between the illusion and the authenticity.
Moments of absolute zero gravity as the glimpses increase in their own tenacity and ferocity whilst all around seems to flicker in the reflective reality.
Crevice sanity seems like an absolute normality
All that is considered, to be the extreme, is the depth.
Each step created along the path of choice is the imprint of the past and the potential vision of the future.
The omnipotence of the moment overwhelms the senses as the flock of ravens brush gently against the moment of the present.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Butterfly kiss.......
Standing in the heat
Criss-crossed
with the shadows
A lattice framework up above
Ensuing quietness
Peripheral movement
An identification
Moving shadows
Neck muscles
Stretched taught
Eyes skewered skyward
Crossing the vision
A butterfly
A reflex
A voice
'Come here ! '
A hand outstretched
Swooping down
Gentle landing
Wings closed
A minute of respite
Another flight
Up to the lips
A kiss
Reflective in it's stillness
Unfurled wings
Elevated flight
Infinity
Criss-crossed
with the shadows
A lattice framework up above
Ensuing quietness
Peripheral movement
An identification
Moving shadows
Neck muscles
Stretched taught
Eyes skewered skyward
Crossing the vision
A butterfly
A reflex
A voice
'Come here ! '
A hand outstretched
Swooping down
Gentle landing
Wings closed
A minute of respite
Another flight
Up to the lips
A kiss
Reflective in it's stillness
Unfurled wings
Elevated flight
Infinity
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Definitive Flow.......
Familiar senses
Replaying
Each
Every moment
Lulled into a vacuous sense
The familiar
Loses it's lustre
Heart dreams
Play out
Through the dualities
In the dichotomy
Flowing
With the illusion's reality
The spirit
Wandering barefoot
through the forest of dreams
Slowing in the dense foliage
Anticipating the change
Accumulation of the doubts
A truth inside
A burning desire
Nipped in the bud
A foreclosure of essence
The pied piper
Leads the merry band
One by one
falling by the wayside
A path forward
Diminishing returns
Last person standing
Caught in the momentum
Thrust into the light
of the illusion
Definitive coagulation
of the reality
Striding on winged feet
Leveraging the authenticity
of an individual truth
Joining hands
in the cornucopia of wholeness
Evolving in the joyousness
Gregariously flowing
in the jet stream of destiny
Replaying
Each
Every moment
Lulled into a vacuous sense
The familiar
Loses it's lustre
Heart dreams
Play out
Through the dualities
In the dichotomy
Flowing
With the illusion's reality
The spirit
Wandering barefoot
through the forest of dreams
Slowing in the dense foliage
Anticipating the change
Accumulation of the doubts
A truth inside
A burning desire
Nipped in the bud
A foreclosure of essence
The pied piper
Leads the merry band
One by one
falling by the wayside
A path forward
Diminishing returns
Last person standing
Caught in the momentum
Thrust into the light
of the illusion
Definitive coagulation
of the reality
Striding on winged feet
Leveraging the authenticity
of an individual truth
Joining hands
in the cornucopia of wholeness
Evolving in the joyousness
Gregariously flowing
in the jet stream of destiny
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
The forest.......
In the forest
Embraced in the sweet surrender of the cocoon
Engulfed
Emancipated by it's every gesture
Unconditional in the grace
Inseparable
Cloying the umbilical rapture
a moment at a time
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Returning.......
Pneumatic doors
Hiss at the visitors
on opening
Congested masses
All together
Alone
In their own realities
Departing from one point
Arriving at another
Clickety
Clack
Metal wheels glide the tracks
Lulled with the monotony
Held
in the anonymity
Effortlessly moving
Caught
in the flashing cranial picture show
Diminishing exteriors
Illuminated interiors
Gripped
with the emotion of self
Exercising their own authenticity
Brandishing the multifaceted scenarios
Clickety Clack
The journey continues
Inside
Outside
In the silence
A thousand candles
flicker with the recognition
Each light in the distance
Each flame held in the heart
Crushed trajectories
Leave their mark
Forever etched
In the heart
In the love
In the essence of all
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Singing Vertebra
Singing vertebra
Rippling with the palpable harmonies of life
Ambulatory craniums
Ambivalent
on their own trajectory
Blanked whitewashed walls
blinking
in the harshness
of the midday sun
Waxed mannequins smiles
held in perpetuity
Smokestacks
billow forth their statement
Exercising their own insidiousness
Coughing and barking
to a faceless audience
Wandering minstrels and buskers
etch their existence
in the mainstream
Gargoyles peer down
Hooded shadows spray walls
in the still of the night
Exacerbation of conditions
Statements brandished
In the anonymity
of the system
Evolving circles
Everwidening
Casting their light
Resonating in the bone
Spreading the message
Harmonies
Rippling through
The singing vertebra
THE VISION
ENABLE US
TO HAVE THE VISION
LET US SEARCH
FAR AND WIDE
STRENGTHEN US
WITH THE RESOLVE
TO EVOLVE
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Reverberations.......
Reverberating
through the forehead
Dissolving the cranial tissue
Leveraging the status quo
Ideas copulate at will
extending themselves
through form
through matter
The myth dissipates
Languidly moving across a panoramic vista
Crossing the rocks of endeavor
Inhaling the sweet dampness and luxuriousness
The ever present moss underfoot
Fused in the darkness of creation
Metastasized
In the halo and light of life
The silence
ever present
In the cacophony of noise
reverberating
through the trees and rocks
The voices continue to speak
Radiant hues of burnt orange
Touch the landscape
Caressing.......
The vital forces of life capitulate themselves
In the onrushing darkness
to the end
of another day
through the forehead
Dissolving the cranial tissue
Leveraging the status quo
Ideas copulate at will
extending themselves
through form
through matter
The myth dissipates
Languidly moving across a panoramic vista
Crossing the rocks of endeavor
Inhaling the sweet dampness and luxuriousness
The ever present moss underfoot
Fused in the darkness of creation
Metastasized
In the halo and light of life
The silence
ever present
In the cacophony of noise
reverberating
through the trees and rocks
The voices continue to speak
Radiant hues of burnt orange
Touch the landscape
Caressing.......
The vital forces of life capitulate themselves
In the onrushing darkness
to the end
of another day
Monday, May 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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