Stopping , taking note through the hallowed arches of introspection
Monday, June 16, 2014
Extensions.......
A rise to the surface, pulling away the cobwebs of a dream and simultaneously holding onto them, like shards of a crystal, starting to shatter into their many facets.
The voices repeat themselves whispering truths, exclaiming themselves in a toned drawl of words, over and over.
Skimming across the many faces, some familiar and others, which morph as the attention lingers.
Walking across the field effortlessly in a gusting wind whilst the path path unfolds in the direction it needs to take.
Night owls appear in their own shadow of darkness, watching, blinking and ever alert to the movements.
Eagles , hawks and falcons permeate the air and the imagination with their presence, creating the down draft ahead which parts the grasses showing the path and the way ahead.
The talons touch the shoulder seemingly lacerating the skin without drawing blood as they soar with the flaccid skin of the body, time after time, slowly exposing the essence of what is, without the built up facades.
Approaching a house with a gate and no path.
Filled with roses, perfumed with the air of expectation.
The washing line holds the pegged skins of the multiple personalities of self.
The keeper of the house rests on the porch.
The wolf like orbs pierce through the veils and stir the memories.
Sitting and watching the darkness approaches.
Candle light flood the portals of the house as the door gently swings open.
Stepping inside, the light brightens and the warmth causes a drowsiness of peace.
Succumbing to sleep the light travels and becomes fainter in it's own brightness.
Finally, the cobwebs dissappear and the journey continues.
The voices repeat themselves whispering truths, exclaiming themselves in a toned drawl of words, over and over.
Skimming across the many faces, some familiar and others, which morph as the attention lingers.
Walking across the field effortlessly in a gusting wind whilst the path path unfolds in the direction it needs to take.
Night owls appear in their own shadow of darkness, watching, blinking and ever alert to the movements.
Eagles , hawks and falcons permeate the air and the imagination with their presence, creating the down draft ahead which parts the grasses showing the path and the way ahead.
The talons touch the shoulder seemingly lacerating the skin without drawing blood as they soar with the flaccid skin of the body, time after time, slowly exposing the essence of what is, without the built up facades.
Approaching a house with a gate and no path.
Filled with roses, perfumed with the air of expectation.
The washing line holds the pegged skins of the multiple personalities of self.
The keeper of the house rests on the porch.
The wolf like orbs pierce through the veils and stir the memories.
Sitting and watching the darkness approaches.
Candle light flood the portals of the house as the door gently swings open.
Stepping inside, the light brightens and the warmth causes a drowsiness of peace.
Succumbing to sleep the light travels and becomes fainter in it's own brightness.
Finally, the cobwebs dissappear and the journey continues.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
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Friday, June 13, 2014
Shimmering & Harnessing.......
Shimmering heat reflects off the pathways that snake their way through the unattended growth as the metallic ribbons of liquid mercury play host to the hostile shores of bamboo and vine.
The floating plant bobs up and down in the current as the tactile sensitive root system reconnoiters for an attachment and a birthing space.
Skulls hinged and inlaid with miniature replicas play host to the sacred nectar of a ceremony, seeped in the lore of alchemy and mystical privilege.
The carved stone cylinders dwarf those who are able to cast their gaze upon them and in turn , they rotate and sing.
Hot dolomite boulders perch precariously on a hill as the dried grass sings in the wind, while the cicada are steadfast,resolute and consistent to the whole ensemble.
Falcons swoop and glide through the shimmering heat, playful in the arc of flight, deadly in their gaze and rapid descent.
The makoro gently slips through the watery pathways of the Delta, mesmerising in the gifted glide of it's thrust , as the pole ripples the water, in it's journey forward.
The senses of the oarsman are finely tuned and honed to the natural rhythms of the earth as his eyes pierce the reeds as the gentle vibrations of his song harmonise with all around.
A flighted passenger alights on the front of the makoro, catching a respite and free passage upstream, while the gentle thrashing in the bottom of the boat continues with the open and closing of the gills and the mouths, whispering and bearing silent testament to a life lived, on the edge.
The wearied legs of the mustached monocled gentleman comes to rest on a wicker cushioned chair as the fan rotates overhead and the ice cracks and melts in the tall glass, squeezing the lemon in the process.
Creaky floorboards strain and groan under the obese footsteps of corpulent linen suits, sweaty stained brows, collars and the grubbiness of grease stained pockets and slightly threadbare crotches, from the chafe, of ambulatory motion.
The chainsaws scream out as their actions, echo through the emptiness falling within its vice like grip, destroying all, as the forests falls for profit.
Cut saplings , oozing with their unctuous moisture form the frame for a ceremonial dwelling, dressed and sealed with gentle palm fronds.
A closed circuit atmosphere steams and is smoky with the hypnotic aroma which permeates the dwelling.
In the silence, the only sound is the hiss and sizzle of the water dousing the hot rocks and the fire being stoked by the keeper of silent dreams.
The internal reality of the hut and the insights of the mind start to blur as all becomes an energised cocoon.
The frame glows and luminesces as the physical body rests and the spirit breaks the bounds of the shell and soars through the portal in the roof and beyond the playground of mere mortals.
Each fragment of flora and fauna resonate withe whole.
In awe of the merging colours and luminosity, the journey continues.
Deftly from the animated and living, fused to the inanimate and living.
The boulders and the rocks are restful and quiet, understated and offering sanctuary in the slow vibrations of their state.
In the core is the essence of the whole, subtlety merged with all.
Even in it's beauty and offering, the test of being swept away with it's quietness, succumbing to the life of escape, thinking of the panacea, vibrating to the dull emptiness, pervading through the illusion, finding the place of wholeness
The longer the submergence, the more extended the journey is.
Is the acceptance of this modality held up for derision, or is it a relinquishing of the obligation of a purpose which is yet to unfold?
A straw broom stands proud in the corner, awaiting a gracious hand to flow in the dusty courtyard, yearning to ingratiate itself with a breeze on it's debarked skin, remembering the graceful touch when it was attached and could hear the bristling wind through it's own essence.
The moments transpire and extrapolate themselves as it is shaken and jolted free ,graced with the motion until pieces of straw fall away in slow motion, alighting on the hard sand and being picked up and placed in a pocket.
The pieces collect until the proud shaft is left motionless and the hands hold onto all the bristles, lost in a reverie of emotion and loss, whilst the yard kicks up it's own dust storm in the prevailing winds.
Stopping, starting
In the abyss of reverie
Bats fly through the darkened swallowing tunnel
Colours are swept into a vortex
Emergence
Soaring above the vineyards
Procrastinating the moment
Vilifying the thrusting energy,that pervades
All is still
The milliseconds run their course
Breaths of the inhalation
Send paroxysms of shudders
In the slow onrush, the body is limp
Complete surrender
Floating an energised stream
The avatar sparks to significance
A sea of images
Embrace a clouded sky
Shadows
Whip themselves into a frenzy
In a whispering breeze of change
Cauterised networks of patterns
Begin to flourish
Imbibing the zeitgeist
Arms extended, palm open
The intangibility of the flow
become tangible
A trapeze artist lets go, somersaulting
Into the arms of sweet surrender
Floating baskets
Technicolor dreams
Imbued vivacity
Flow
With the tenacity and expedience
A moment's moment
Extrapolated with the gift
An explosive breath
Venturing forth
Rejoicing
Salivating through the lavender grasses
Sharing the spoils
Harnessing the focus
In a timeless day glo embrace of note
Absorbing and expediting the sun's rays
Immersed in the coolness
of a thousand petal lotus pond
Invigorated
with the heavenly scent
Drifting on a breeze of dreams
Heralded in with the wind chimes of the heart
Pounding ferociously under a protected barrier
Ululating chasms echo the subtleties of camaraderie
Hawks dogfight their way
through the undulating dichotomies of shadow and light
Trees whip their branches back, surrendering in applause
Harnessing the tactile effervescence of each moment
Relinquishing all else
An evolutionary palette of colours
A revolutionary epic of being
The floating plant bobs up and down in the current as the tactile sensitive root system reconnoiters for an attachment and a birthing space.
Skulls hinged and inlaid with miniature replicas play host to the sacred nectar of a ceremony, seeped in the lore of alchemy and mystical privilege.
The carved stone cylinders dwarf those who are able to cast their gaze upon them and in turn , they rotate and sing.
Hot dolomite boulders perch precariously on a hill as the dried grass sings in the wind, while the cicada are steadfast,resolute and consistent to the whole ensemble.
Falcons swoop and glide through the shimmering heat, playful in the arc of flight, deadly in their gaze and rapid descent.
The makoro gently slips through the watery pathways of the Delta, mesmerising in the gifted glide of it's thrust , as the pole ripples the water, in it's journey forward.
The senses of the oarsman are finely tuned and honed to the natural rhythms of the earth as his eyes pierce the reeds as the gentle vibrations of his song harmonise with all around.
A flighted passenger alights on the front of the makoro, catching a respite and free passage upstream, while the gentle thrashing in the bottom of the boat continues with the open and closing of the gills and the mouths, whispering and bearing silent testament to a life lived, on the edge.
The wearied legs of the mustached monocled gentleman comes to rest on a wicker cushioned chair as the fan rotates overhead and the ice cracks and melts in the tall glass, squeezing the lemon in the process.
Creaky floorboards strain and groan under the obese footsteps of corpulent linen suits, sweaty stained brows, collars and the grubbiness of grease stained pockets and slightly threadbare crotches, from the chafe, of ambulatory motion.
The chainsaws scream out as their actions, echo through the emptiness falling within its vice like grip, destroying all, as the forests falls for profit.
Cut saplings , oozing with their unctuous moisture form the frame for a ceremonial dwelling, dressed and sealed with gentle palm fronds.
A closed circuit atmosphere steams and is smoky with the hypnotic aroma which permeates the dwelling.
In the silence, the only sound is the hiss and sizzle of the water dousing the hot rocks and the fire being stoked by the keeper of silent dreams.
The internal reality of the hut and the insights of the mind start to blur as all becomes an energised cocoon.
The frame glows and luminesces as the physical body rests and the spirit breaks the bounds of the shell and soars through the portal in the roof and beyond the playground of mere mortals.
Each fragment of flora and fauna resonate withe whole.
In awe of the merging colours and luminosity, the journey continues.
Deftly from the animated and living, fused to the inanimate and living.
The boulders and the rocks are restful and quiet, understated and offering sanctuary in the slow vibrations of their state.
In the core is the essence of the whole, subtlety merged with all.
Even in it's beauty and offering, the test of being swept away with it's quietness, succumbing to the life of escape, thinking of the panacea, vibrating to the dull emptiness, pervading through the illusion, finding the place of wholeness
The longer the submergence, the more extended the journey is.
Is the acceptance of this modality held up for derision, or is it a relinquishing of the obligation of a purpose which is yet to unfold?
A straw broom stands proud in the corner, awaiting a gracious hand to flow in the dusty courtyard, yearning to ingratiate itself with a breeze on it's debarked skin, remembering the graceful touch when it was attached and could hear the bristling wind through it's own essence.
The moments transpire and extrapolate themselves as it is shaken and jolted free ,graced with the motion until pieces of straw fall away in slow motion, alighting on the hard sand and being picked up and placed in a pocket.
The pieces collect until the proud shaft is left motionless and the hands hold onto all the bristles, lost in a reverie of emotion and loss, whilst the yard kicks up it's own dust storm in the prevailing winds.
Stopping, starting
In the abyss of reverie
Bats fly through the darkened swallowing tunnel
Colours are swept into a vortex
Emergence
Soaring above the vineyards
Procrastinating the moment
Vilifying the thrusting energy,that pervades
All is still
The milliseconds run their course
Breaths of the inhalation
Send paroxysms of shudders
In the slow onrush, the body is limp
Complete surrender
Floating an energised stream
The avatar sparks to significance
A sea of images
Embrace a clouded sky
Shadows
Whip themselves into a frenzy
In a whispering breeze of change
Cauterised networks of patterns
Begin to flourish
Imbibing the zeitgeist
Arms extended, palm open
The intangibility of the flow
become tangible
A trapeze artist lets go, somersaulting
Into the arms of sweet surrender
Floating baskets
Technicolor dreams
Imbued vivacity
Flow
With the tenacity and expedience
A moment's moment
Extrapolated with the gift
An explosive breath
Venturing forth
Rejoicing
Salivating through the lavender grasses
Sharing the spoils
Harnessing the focus
In a timeless day glo embrace of note
Absorbing and expediting the sun's rays
Immersed in the coolness
of a thousand petal lotus pond
Invigorated
with the heavenly scent
Drifting on a breeze of dreams
Heralded in with the wind chimes of the heart
Pounding ferociously under a protected barrier
Ululating chasms echo the subtleties of camaraderie
Hawks dogfight their way
through the undulating dichotomies of shadow and light
Trees whip their branches back, surrendering in applause
Harnessing the tactile effervescence of each moment
Relinquishing all else
An evolutionary palette of colours
A revolutionary epic of being
Sunday, June 1, 2014
The mask of lucidity.......
Lucid moments
Heralded
by the comet's tail
of emotion
Effigies
fall into the dust of illusion
Marking time
A prevailing senselessness
Embraced
An individual purpose
Juxtaposed
against the holistic matrix
Changes in energy
Pressure bubbles
caught
in the ebb and flow
The masks float
on the edge of consciousness
Emerging
into a present
Falling
into the abyss of a past
Willingly
Courageously
Nullified in the present
Heralded
by the comet's tail
of emotion
Effigies
fall into the dust of illusion
Marking time
A prevailing senselessness
Embraced
An individual purpose
Juxtaposed
against the holistic matrix
Changes in energy
Pressure bubbles
caught
in the ebb and flow
The masks float
on the edge of consciousness
Emerging
into a present
Falling
into the abyss of a past
Willingly
Courageously
Nullified in the present
Monday, April 21, 2014
Laid bare.......
Enhanced momentum
Brandishing the sword of intention
Protected by the shield of courage
Overlaid with the chain mail of integrity
and vision
Blanketed
Buffeted
Embraced in the harmonies
Encrusted jewels
In the reveal
In the fibrillating mist
Diverse machinations
Show their stealth and subterfuge
With those making the illusion
a reality
Cross referenced
Diluted
through the maze of choice
In the vividness
In the depths
In the currents of dreams
A river is crossed
Surrendered elements
Play themselves forward
Getting lost
In the insanity and denseness
of the inanimate
Sweet delicate ambrosia
Pushing the dreams
Playing the dreams
Fruitful possibilities
in the incremental growth
Rebuilding
Through the detritus of illusion
Echoing crescendo's of silence
Reverberate forth
Each niche
A swirl of colours
Enveloping
Encroaching
Upon the essence
In the gentle embrace
The unfolding petals of awareness
cascade across a liquid golden sky
of azure serenity
Captured pearls of harmony
Descend unto all
who are willing to receive
Transfixed in the blurry images that have taken residence in the hallowed corridors of the lateral space that resides in the core of a recurring dream, which echoes the sentiments through the intuitive emotion that ply themselves out through the residues of an awakening alertness, long since dulled into submission of not trusting the true reality which vents its tendrils in the hollowness of a moment.
Gently folded into the uterus of a reality and an existence, while being spun around on a centrifuge of a musical playground.
Images blur as the shapes are mutated into the oneness of the plethora of colours, as the recognition of the singularity, falls into the abyss of nothingness, held together in a moment of bliss and consummate awareness.
Rays of saturated love and light rally forth to reawaken the slumbering masses held in the crucible of the amalgam of choices.
Undaunted and unapologetic walking the tightrope of a new reality, the old vestiges begin to crumble and slough off.
Simmering in the path of the past are the eviscerated and laden entities unwilling to surrender the figments of their own perceptive realities encased in the ingots of their own design.
The escalating presence of the Nubian heroes open the floodgates of antiquity, into the present.
Hewn granite irradiates it's subtle hues
Ascending quietness
Pacifies in the surround
Open beating hearts
Echo
Across an intimate landscape
Intertwined slithering sibilant creatures
Create a helix
Revealing
the unseen essence
Laid bare
Brandishing the sword of intention
Protected by the shield of courage
Overlaid with the chain mail of integrity
and vision
Blanketed
Buffeted
Embraced in the harmonies
Encrusted jewels
In the reveal
In the fibrillating mist
Diverse machinations
Show their stealth and subterfuge
With those making the illusion
a reality
Cross referenced
Diluted
through the maze of choice
In the vividness
In the depths
In the currents of dreams
A river is crossed
Surrendered elements
Play themselves forward
Getting lost
In the insanity and denseness
of the inanimate
Sweet delicate ambrosia
Pushing the dreams
Playing the dreams
Fruitful possibilities
in the incremental growth
Rebuilding
Through the detritus of illusion
Echoing crescendo's of silence
Reverberate forth
Each niche
A swirl of colours
Enveloping
Encroaching
Upon the essence
In the gentle embrace
The unfolding petals of awareness
cascade across a liquid golden sky
of azure serenity
Captured pearls of harmony
Descend unto all
who are willing to receive
Transfixed in the blurry images that have taken residence in the hallowed corridors of the lateral space that resides in the core of a recurring dream, which echoes the sentiments through the intuitive emotion that ply themselves out through the residues of an awakening alertness, long since dulled into submission of not trusting the true reality which vents its tendrils in the hollowness of a moment.
Gently folded into the uterus of a reality and an existence, while being spun around on a centrifuge of a musical playground.
Images blur as the shapes are mutated into the oneness of the plethora of colours, as the recognition of the singularity, falls into the abyss of nothingness, held together in a moment of bliss and consummate awareness.
Rays of saturated love and light rally forth to reawaken the slumbering masses held in the crucible of the amalgam of choices.
Undaunted and unapologetic walking the tightrope of a new reality, the old vestiges begin to crumble and slough off.
Simmering in the path of the past are the eviscerated and laden entities unwilling to surrender the figments of their own perceptive realities encased in the ingots of their own design.
The escalating presence of the Nubian heroes open the floodgates of antiquity, into the present.
Hewn granite irradiates it's subtle hues
Ascending quietness
Pacifies in the surround
Open beating hearts
Echo
Across an intimate landscape
Intertwined slithering sibilant creatures
Create a helix
Revealing
the unseen essence
Laid bare
Friday, April 11, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
The patinas of experience.......
Calmness and serenity wrapped in a breeze of invisibility soothes as it touches, leaving a tell tale manifestation.
The breeze of heroes whips up a dust storm as the heel's slowly march their way forward.
Emaciated wanderers trudge the outward journey, silently cognisant of the playful warming rays of sunbeams playing tag amongst the colourful floral displays.
Warriors sanctify their mission, gently usurping all that is seen, heard and felt, while stoking the furnace of their own purpose, as the coals spiral with their energy, spreading outward.
Side stepped and misplaced lessons pop up on the deja vu landscape challenging the owners to take point with their curiosity and vigour.
Boxed simplicity buds along the path, as the distractions tempt and distil, what has been natures landscape and the intensity of it's palette stirs hidden memories as the well heeled path echoes the voices of a thousand other wanders.
Mesmerising voices scream the urgency as the water seeps from the rocks, giving life with each drop that funnels through the patinas of experience .
Swirling with the heavenly white water crests, the significant insignificance, of all else, pales in a moment of awareness and consciousness.
In the vacuum of nothingness, momentary peripheral colours flood the spatial awareness, of a seemingly dream like reality, which unfolds into the Sensurround of butterflies, covering the body with their little feet, wings beating to the drums of change.
Old memories leave the flux of one reality as new creation steams forth, echoing each in another.
Peels of laughter reverberate across the forest floor, holding it's secrets , as the accumulated detritus of each cycle of life permeates the atmosphere with the melancholic damp algae smells of decay, making it's presence known, in it's force of giving new life, repeating the cycles to an avid audience, of all who choose to grace themselves with magnificence of their own being and all around.
The miracles of minutia abound , and in the dichotomy of realities, a spirit of destitution prevails.
Ensconced in the bubble of our creation, the veil of realities cloud, as the realisation that the wanderer and the warrior, are brothers in arms ,as one, and it is this, that shall ultimately prevail.
Calmness and serenity
Wrapped in the breeze of tangibility
Soothing in it's touch
To the legacy
Of the manifestation
For all
The breeze of heroes whips up a dust storm as the heel's slowly march their way forward.
Emaciated wanderers trudge the outward journey, silently cognisant of the playful warming rays of sunbeams playing tag amongst the colourful floral displays.
Warriors sanctify their mission, gently usurping all that is seen, heard and felt, while stoking the furnace of their own purpose, as the coals spiral with their energy, spreading outward.
Side stepped and misplaced lessons pop up on the deja vu landscape challenging the owners to take point with their curiosity and vigour.
Boxed simplicity buds along the path, as the distractions tempt and distil, what has been natures landscape and the intensity of it's palette stirs hidden memories as the well heeled path echoes the voices of a thousand other wanders.
Mesmerising voices scream the urgency as the water seeps from the rocks, giving life with each drop that funnels through the patinas of experience .
Swirling with the heavenly white water crests, the significant insignificance, of all else, pales in a moment of awareness and consciousness.
In the vacuum of nothingness, momentary peripheral colours flood the spatial awareness, of a seemingly dream like reality, which unfolds into the Sensurround of butterflies, covering the body with their little feet, wings beating to the drums of change.
Old memories leave the flux of one reality as new creation steams forth, echoing each in another.
Peels of laughter reverberate across the forest floor, holding it's secrets , as the accumulated detritus of each cycle of life permeates the atmosphere with the melancholic damp algae smells of decay, making it's presence known, in it's force of giving new life, repeating the cycles to an avid audience, of all who choose to grace themselves with magnificence of their own being and all around.
The miracles of minutia abound , and in the dichotomy of realities, a spirit of destitution prevails.
Ensconced in the bubble of our creation, the veil of realities cloud, as the realisation that the wanderer and the warrior, are brothers in arms ,as one, and it is this, that shall ultimately prevail.
Calmness and serenity
Wrapped in the breeze of tangibility
Soothing in it's touch
To the legacy
Of the manifestation
For all
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Rock peeking & other manifestations
There is always a sense of awe when gazing upon the majesty of what is
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Induced & whispered.......
Surrounded
Swirls of veils are induced.
Experiencing the tingling closeness
Swathed emotions
Sing out aloud
Reducing themselves
A comet's tail of essence.
Radiating orbs of piercing azure blue
Shine forth across the countenance of joy
Laughter
melts the shadows of angst
Overjoyed
In the indulgence and the sanctity of life.
Whispered words
Sprinkled
Across the winds of dreams
Seeded
in the thoughts of creation.
A fanfare
Heralding the evolvement
Celebrating change.
Metastasised shadows
Held
In the iron grip of conditioning
Leaves the recesses of fear
Finding new courage
Renewed purpose.
The mission continues
From the printed pages
Comic book heroes
Come back to life
Attributes and strengths
Emerging from the essence of self.
Molecules condensate with the efforts of each step
Icy cold molecules
seep through the pores.
The skin tingles with it's challenges
Pain
focusses all senses
Placing each step
Following the pattern
A pre destined dance manoeuvre
The sound of the voice
Sets off the vibrations
Building itself up
In it's own self contained vessel.
Pressures ebb and flow
Regulated
by the presence of change
Differing densities
as dualities
offer their own choices.
Linear occurrences
Confounded in the lateral implications
Surrendered attachments
Usher in the new found gifts
Parallel omnipotence
In the singularity of a moment.
Swirls of veils are induced.
Experiencing the tingling closeness
Swathed emotions
Sing out aloud
Reducing themselves
A comet's tail of essence.
Radiating orbs of piercing azure blue
Shine forth across the countenance of joy
Laughter
melts the shadows of angst
Overjoyed
In the indulgence and the sanctity of life.
Whispered words
Sprinkled
Across the winds of dreams
Seeded
in the thoughts of creation.
A fanfare
Heralding the evolvement
Celebrating change.
Metastasised shadows
Held
In the iron grip of conditioning
Leaves the recesses of fear
Finding new courage
Renewed purpose.
The mission continues
From the printed pages
Comic book heroes
Come back to life
Attributes and strengths
Emerging from the essence of self.
Molecules condensate with the efforts of each step
Icy cold molecules
seep through the pores.
The skin tingles with it's challenges
Pain
focusses all senses
Placing each step
Following the pattern
A pre destined dance manoeuvre
The sound of the voice
Sets off the vibrations
Building itself up
In it's own self contained vessel.
Pressures ebb and flow
Regulated
by the presence of change
Differing densities
as dualities
offer their own choices.
Linear occurrences
Confounded in the lateral implications
Surrendered attachments
Usher in the new found gifts
Parallel omnipotence
In the singularity of a moment.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
The Waves of circular symmetry
The waves of raw emotion ebb and flow with the tides causing a rush of adrenalin and aliveness as the momentum increases, forging it's path through the barrenness of the illusion.
Steering through the denseness and the complexity of perception whilst feeling the invigoration of surrender, floating across the abyss of fear.
The joyousness, jubilation and laughter resonates through every fibre as the authenticity extrapolates and manifests itself.
The innuendo's of a reality dissipate as the continuing surge of essence breaks cover and appears on the rolling savannah's of a new day.
The circle's of knowingness overlap and spread their homogeneous vision through the mists of perception with a courageous willingness to captivate all in the unfurling buds of authenticity and truth.
Crossing the threshold of faith and feeling the waves of emotional energy, held in suspension, in the antiquity of it's own edifice and being.
Washed with the acknowledgement of sentience and the overall ability to feel the accumulation of the expedited moments across a span of infinity.
Rooted and flying with the wings of destiny, the unfolding moments of choice herald a vision beyond the realms of mortal perception.
The veils of physicality are held in their own momentum, as the realisations of the mind unfold.
Unbridled emotions leap forth in their unrestrained gallop, charging towards surrender and the freedom of being.
Being touched and resonating, the tears of light flow forth, falling on the fertile grounds of compassionate understanding and oneness.
Basking in the sun of endurance and tenacity, the uncertainties are reclaimed and rekindled in essence, on a new trajectory.
The fluttering manipulative anxieties simmer in a vacuum on their own downward spiral into the dust bowl of irrelevance.
Each embraced moment stands as a beacon, embedded in the past and a light to the future.
Steering through the denseness and the complexity of perception whilst feeling the invigoration of surrender, floating across the abyss of fear.
The joyousness, jubilation and laughter resonates through every fibre as the authenticity extrapolates and manifests itself.
The innuendo's of a reality dissipate as the continuing surge of essence breaks cover and appears on the rolling savannah's of a new day.
The circle's of knowingness overlap and spread their homogeneous vision through the mists of perception with a courageous willingness to captivate all in the unfurling buds of authenticity and truth.
Crossing the threshold of faith and feeling the waves of emotional energy, held in suspension, in the antiquity of it's own edifice and being.
Washed with the acknowledgement of sentience and the overall ability to feel the accumulation of the expedited moments across a span of infinity.
Rooted and flying with the wings of destiny, the unfolding moments of choice herald a vision beyond the realms of mortal perception.
The veils of physicality are held in their own momentum, as the realisations of the mind unfold.
Unbridled emotions leap forth in their unrestrained gallop, charging towards surrender and the freedom of being.
Being touched and resonating, the tears of light flow forth, falling on the fertile grounds of compassionate understanding and oneness.
Basking in the sun of endurance and tenacity, the uncertainties are reclaimed and rekindled in essence, on a new trajectory.
The fluttering manipulative anxieties simmer in a vacuum on their own downward spiral into the dust bowl of irrelevance.
Each embraced moment stands as a beacon, embedded in the past and a light to the future.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
The Sepulchre of Experience
Festering bones
Caught
In the Sepulchre of Experience
Bare feet manipulating the hot dust
Collecting each particle
A moments memento
Full hands
Leverage of the resources
Spent
before their time
Quivering resonations
Play themselves limitless
Across the kaleidoscope of emotion
Serendipitous adventures
Accidental events
Inculcated drippings
Soaring across the path of destiny
Matchless innovations
Intuitive understanding
Enraptured beauty
Soaring above the Sepulchre of Experience
Caught
In the Sepulchre of Experience
Bare feet manipulating the hot dust
Collecting each particle
A moments memento
Full hands
Leverage of the resources
Spent
before their time
Quivering resonations
Play themselves limitless
Across the kaleidoscope of emotion
Serendipitous adventures
Accidental events
Inculcated drippings
Soaring across the path of destiny
Matchless innovations
Intuitive understanding
Enraptured beauty
Soaring above the Sepulchre of Experience
Processing the whispering moments
Shaking the shadows on the long road to wholeness
Invigorated in the embrace of truth
Feeling the pulsating presence of the essence
Washed with the cool waves of resolution
Imbibing the serenity of timeless eons
Forging ahead
A warrior like capacity
Across
A windswept sky
Salivating with the fall of autumn leaves
Aspirational pangs
Float
A mesmerising consciousness
Coated in the ochre dust
Beginnings
Endings
Beginnings
Sandstone spires
A radiance caught
Unlike
No other
Vestibules of emigre's
Hold their space
Convoluted
A subconsciousness of choice
Sticky meringues
Holding gracefully
The moment of the present
Caught in the vortex of interpretation
Whispering silence
Felt in the fibres
A pure essence
A persistent urge
Catapulted through the dreams of perceptual reality
Stuffed pride
Headless
Mounted on walls of grandeur
Flowing through corridors
Held and cemented in perpetuity
Gripped in the clutches
An inhalation of life
A heartbeat of realisation
A crossroads
An epiphany
of life
A culminating journey
An exhalation
Invigorated in the embrace of truth
Feeling the pulsating presence of the essence
Washed with the cool waves of resolution
Imbibing the serenity of timeless eons
Forging ahead
A warrior like capacity
Across
A windswept sky
Salivating with the fall of autumn leaves
Aspirational pangs
Float
A mesmerising consciousness
Coated in the ochre dust
Beginnings
Endings
Beginnings
Sandstone spires
A radiance caught
Unlike
No other
Vestibules of emigre's
Hold their space
Convoluted
A subconsciousness of choice
Sticky meringues
Holding gracefully
The moment of the present
Caught in the vortex of interpretation
Whispering silence
Felt in the fibres
A pure essence
A persistent urge
Catapulted through the dreams of perceptual reality
Stuffed pride
Headless
Mounted on walls of grandeur
Flowing through corridors
Held and cemented in perpetuity
Gripped in the clutches
An inhalation of life
A heartbeat of realisation
A crossroads
An epiphany
of life
A culminating journey
An exhalation
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
The puzzle.........a woman in transition
~Transcending the stereotypes and expectations to live a self manifested truth~
Friday, December 20, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Exhilaration through acceleration
Travelling emotive reflections, bubble and well up, synchronised in their movement, harnessing the latent power, spreading themselves, divesting their diverse energy through the pathos and ethos of all moments.
Letting go of the tendrils of illusion, the tenacious and extravagant persuasion of the buy in and pleasure of a conditioned expectation, which is a lure on the path of a journey which has multiple focus to attain that which remains hidden until found.
The warmness of the integration brings a subtle mist of awareness, juxtaposed against a disjointed and dislocated present moment of reality, which skims across the surface inviting and foreboding, in it's own moment and presence.
Encapsulated in the warmth of a silky ephemeral cocoon, as the scent of moist decaying vulnerable undergrowth assails the nostrils, as a gentle reminder, whilst the beams of the light giver radiate their rays through the praying boughs and branches above, casting their magical shadow dance down below.
Basking in the serene lull of a glorious silence, of grace and gratitude, the cranial pressure is accommodated subliminally and gently swallowed and assimilated into the vacuous depths of the omniverse.
Whistling winds move and erode surreptitiously, as the gentility of the consistent tug bathes all in it's rapturous change.
Incremental movement satiates the obsession of conditioning and natural reflex as the flow continues unrelenting in it's consistency, intentional patterns and upward buffeting.
Frenzied footsteps over the hot coals of urgency propel all , in a way previously unknown, whilst standing resolute on a predetermined path of purpose, unadorned in the singular all encompassing essence.
Exhilaration through the acceleration of the aggregate, on a trajectory unknown and inspired through the kernel of an idea, precipitated by the ultimate nurturing of a seed of intention, with courage and a willingness, for extrapolation,and ultimately, manifestation.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
A movement of willingness
Spilling and swirling through a mass of burnt orange leaves as the terracotta earth assails the nostrils with the aroma and stimulus of living and dying.
Tenaciously erudite in the realms of expansion and extrapolation, the obvious becomes less so as the boundaries of the known are extended and transcended into the unknown.
Fountains of courage pursue the cracked shadow façades as the depth of willingness and intention becomes self evident.
Morose subterfuge is engulfed in it's own encased bier, long since forgotten in the layers of accumulation and amnesiac remembrance.
The intenseness of the dirge swallows the irrelevant whilst the energised swathes of fabric continue cyclically in their own inexorable dance.
Through the darkness of the silence, the laughing stones echo their raucous sentiments whilst the patterns of their destiny manifest physically.
Rested in the moist earth of our dreams, fallen boughs lift and float across the forest floor, overcoming their own form and shape whilst being swept along with the fallen leaves on the cyclical rejuvenation of life.
Painted in light whilst emerging through the viscosity of form, the breath moves with the beat and flow of a memory dredged from the unconsciousness and obliviousness, resurfacing and facing the essence of being.
Standing on the breeze of inception, wandering across a vista of possibilities, ingrained with a plethora of opportunities, the landscape mutates on the breath of a thought.
A spiral of images and words pitching themselves in the vessel of their own containment, awaiting the revolutionary centrifuge of opportunity, to allow them to travel and play amongst the stars.
A willingness to move beyond the darkened jewel encrusted mass of the unknown and seek the seeds of essence sown in infinity, birthed through fire, sustained through the figment of a dream, spurred on by the essence of truth, played out moment by moment in the grace and gratitude of awareness.
Tenaciously erudite in the realms of expansion and extrapolation, the obvious becomes less so as the boundaries of the known are extended and transcended into the unknown.
Fountains of courage pursue the cracked shadow façades as the depth of willingness and intention becomes self evident.
Morose subterfuge is engulfed in it's own encased bier, long since forgotten in the layers of accumulation and amnesiac remembrance.
The intenseness of the dirge swallows the irrelevant whilst the energised swathes of fabric continue cyclically in their own inexorable dance.
Through the darkness of the silence, the laughing stones echo their raucous sentiments whilst the patterns of their destiny manifest physically.
Rested in the moist earth of our dreams, fallen boughs lift and float across the forest floor, overcoming their own form and shape whilst being swept along with the fallen leaves on the cyclical rejuvenation of life.
Painted in light whilst emerging through the viscosity of form, the breath moves with the beat and flow of a memory dredged from the unconsciousness and obliviousness, resurfacing and facing the essence of being.
Standing on the breeze of inception, wandering across a vista of possibilities, ingrained with a plethora of opportunities, the landscape mutates on the breath of a thought.
A spiral of images and words pitching themselves in the vessel of their own containment, awaiting the revolutionary centrifuge of opportunity, to allow them to travel and play amongst the stars.
A willingness to move beyond the darkened jewel encrusted mass of the unknown and seek the seeds of essence sown in infinity, birthed through fire, sustained through the figment of a dream, spurred on by the essence of truth, played out moment by moment in the grace and gratitude of awareness.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Capturing ........the moment
Radiating spectrum of light and sound fill and overwhelm the senses as the tingling skin experiences it's own manifestation, in the form of pain.
A fond reminder of the present moment,each moment, with the inhalation and exhalation of the subtle breath of awareness.
Pushing the limits of endurance and the known, and wandering aimlessly into the infinite and expandable space of the unknown.
Operating in the duality and physicalness of one dimension while simultaneously skirting and delving into the freedom of another.
Majestic salvation woos the senses in the sensuround of an opulent salvation, while the nought of nothingness, is the temptation of the goddess, who openly flaunt their words in song, in the longing silence of essence.
Simplistic branches of interpretation hang lifeless in the giant Baobab, whilst the life force of 1000 eons courses through the ether of relegated consciousness.
Preconceived notions and perceptions have forged an illusion in the imaginative fire's of an organism, who assumed a greatness and superiority in the illusion of their own likeness.
Pulled taught, through the eyelet of a giant canvas sail, which struggles to embrace the prevailing flow and at the same time is and always was an integral part of the flow.
Quenching the thirst in the embrace.
Satiating the appetite in the surrender.
A moment of connection.
A moment of bliss.
Capturing the elusiveness.
One moment at a time.
All time.
A fond reminder of the present moment,each moment, with the inhalation and exhalation of the subtle breath of awareness.
Pushing the limits of endurance and the known, and wandering aimlessly into the infinite and expandable space of the unknown.
Operating in the duality and physicalness of one dimension while simultaneously skirting and delving into the freedom of another.
Majestic salvation woos the senses in the sensuround of an opulent salvation, while the nought of nothingness, is the temptation of the goddess, who openly flaunt their words in song, in the longing silence of essence.
Simplistic branches of interpretation hang lifeless in the giant Baobab, whilst the life force of 1000 eons courses through the ether of relegated consciousness.
Preconceived notions and perceptions have forged an illusion in the imaginative fire's of an organism, who assumed a greatness and superiority in the illusion of their own likeness.
Pulled taught, through the eyelet of a giant canvas sail, which struggles to embrace the prevailing flow and at the same time is and always was an integral part of the flow.
Quenching the thirst in the embrace.
Satiating the appetite in the surrender.
A moment of connection.
A moment of bliss.
Capturing the elusiveness.
One moment at a time.
All time.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Resplendent transitions.......
Pin pricks of light
A casting
of inherent magic
Bathed
Cascaded
Imbued
Wondrous solicitations
Spread eagled light
Transcending the neurosis
Forging ahead
Staged
In the domain of veritas
Applauded joyously
Encouraged vociferously
Managed
in the evenness
and flow
of a moment
Embedded
In the reflection of self
Mirrored irony of self
Begrudging reflection
The duality of the twisted shards
Dichotomies of perspective
Held aloft
Ground into the finest powder
Whispered dreams
Upward motion
Gasping
Breathing once again
Resplendent transitions
Breathe new life
A perspective of present
Bathed antiquities
of a past.
A casting
of inherent magic
Bathed
Cascaded
Imbued
Wondrous solicitations
Spread eagled light
Transcending the neurosis
Forging ahead
Staged
In the domain of veritas
Applauded joyously
Encouraged vociferously
Managed
in the evenness
and flow
of a moment
Embedded
In the reflection of self
Mirrored irony of self
Begrudging reflection
The duality of the twisted shards
Dichotomies of perspective
Held aloft
Ground into the finest powder
Whispered dreams
Upward motion
Gasping
Breathing once again
Resplendent transitions
Breathe new life
A perspective of present
Bathed antiquities
of a past.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
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