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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. / / T. S. Eliot
tiny snowflakes are gently covering
my outer reality
with a mantle of pristineness
a blank slate
reflecting stillness within
time is standing still
frozen footprints the only
sign of man passing through
a time not now
as I am contemplating the significance
of the snow
peaceful, pure, serene
while buried underneath
the crystal blanket
new life is ready to be born
© Jasmine Martin, January 2009
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Foaming waves roll in from the sea
And explode into millions of droplets
Creating rainbows
The lone figure on the beach
Observes the endless cycle
Of ebb and flow
Mesmerized by the force of nature
Eating away at the rocks
And cascading back into the sea
Eight-legged ***** and five-pointed stars
Limpets clinging to the rock
Undisturbed by the crashing waters
A dead jellyfish on the beach
Sends odors of decay
Into the nostrils of the only human
Within sight
The cry of the gulls
Disturb the blissful trance
Eyes turned skyward
To watch the winged creatures
Fighting to stay on course
The winds however have no such issues
Unconcerned about the fate of the birds
A determined cry – success
Safety on a ledge
The being on the beach
Seemingly forlorn
Digs wrinkled toes into cool sand
Watching a ship
Sailing off the horizon
Blissful
The rays of the sun on chilled skin
Drinking in the warmth
The clouds above
Playfully chase each other
Never catching up
Not even wanting to
They see no need for competition
Those tufts of white vapor
Just are what they are
And always will be
The being on the beach is
Lost in thoughts
Wondering
Who it is
What it is and why
Deriving comfort
From the tales of the clouds
The sea and the wind
Knowing that its ponderings
Are of no importance
To anyone else
And that it is and always will be
Infinite creation
Bude, July 19th, 2010
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Hot desert winds’ve come up suddenly and
covered my reality with a blanket
of Sahara dust
obscuring the mountains
like fog in the fall
The view I so love is cast
in an eerie yellowish grey light
the endless horizon cut down to a fraction
of itself
surreal and unfamiliar
I’m feeling slightly schizophrenic
How can there be silence when
winds are howling and
why does my reality feel
so still
while everything’s clearly
in motion?
Sound in silence and movement in stillness
Blending dimensions are rattling
my mind as space and time
lose their meaning
for a while
Curiously detached from
what I observe yet
simultaneously
intensely involved I behold
these realities that are tumbling
in and out of each other
And I’m faintly aware of my leaden limbs
All the while
three little butterflies
gracefully defying gravity
are spiralling in an infinite dance around
my heavy form
inviting me to celebrate life
in the eye of
the storm
Mesmerized by this lightness of being
I contemplate my
quirky reality bubble
the appearance of which’d changed from
photoshop crispness to
confusing diffusion
turning sparkling colors into
a blur of drab pastels
The meseta lays parched, silently hiding
in a cloud of sand and holding its breath
in this searing onslaught
no goats bells are ringing
or horses neighing
ev’n the cricket has ceased to sing
*But undisturbed and unperturbed
the butterflies keep dancing*
Then
from one instant to the next
the storm has drowned in a moment of
deafening silence
time’s standing still
neither sound nor movement until
a sudden cool breeze shivers me out of
my reverie
Now distant thunder in darkened skies
is promising long awaited rain
and creation breathes out
in relief
*And undisturbed and unperturbed
the butterflies keep dancing*
©Jasmine, Vilacarillo, Spain, August 7, 2015
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Through deep valleys she is walking, aware of
Shadow beings lurking in the dark
Archetypes and entities just waiting for their moment
To play a destructive part
But even in the dark nights of the soul she knows
There is but one path she can take
Picking herself up time and again and holding on to the torch
To light the way for those
who follow in her wake
© Jasmine, December 2014
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
platinum rays of an
algarvian december sun
touch a magical landscape
that pulses with ancient
life
and as lushly green undulating hills
with orange groves and
olive trees and
scattered red rocks
unfold under
a cloudless cerulean sky
I hear
hono lena’i’ja
a far away echo is stirring
deep within
sending shivers down my spine
awakening akeneic memory
without words
without thoughts –
a silent knowing
my akene explodes in
white hot light
engulfing my whole beingness –
painful almost
it takes my breath
away
wordless feelings
but I know
lemuria is rising
Eja’i Oja’i
© Jasmine Martin, the Algarve, Portugal, December 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
and while I ponder
what to write
my hands are weaving
patterns in the air
particles plucked out of the
chaotic spectacular
-- ocean of potentials --
and structure
the unstructured
spinning invisible threads
between the undefined and
the defined
and thus the word is born
© Jasmine, August 2014
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Have you ever had
this feeling that
your heart is about to burst?
So much joy is flowing
through you
that you just don’t know
what to do with yourself?
This feeling of bubbles
rising up from below
and cascading down
from above?
When you feel
all of your cells
humming the harmonious song
of the universe
sending rainbow shivers
up and down your spine?
That split second infinite moment when
the illusory veil of
separation
is …
That moment when you
just have to shout:
I LOVE YOU WORLD?
When you’re so insanely happy
just because you’re alive
and know your purpose
for being here?
And have you noticed
how these moments start to
S P R E A D ?
I’ve got it big time.
The Love Bug.
Jasmine, Amsterdam, March 27, 2014
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
My shattered soul is
Scattered throughout space and time
Infinite fractals -
Holographic pieces
Containing the Whole
I am stardust in a faraway galaxy
And the warming rays of the sun
The blade of grass on a meadow
Gently undulating in the breeze
The refreshing rain on an arid plane
And the tree that has seen it all
I am the mountain standing firm
In neutral observation
I am the waves on the water and
The teeming life within
I am the Sirian in human disguise
And the quantum of light -
A traveling photon shooting through
An ocean of emptiness
Heralding change
I see myself reflected
A thousand times
I read my words
In other poets’ poems and
Hear my song sung
By venerated voices
My hopes and dreams are
Imagined into reality
By actors calling themselves human
Unaware of their role on
The stage of life
I am the little girl
Scared to face the world
And the Amazon with eagle eyes
And heightened senses
Confident about my next move
The grandmother burdened
By a life of suffering
And the one crouching behind
The eyes of the beggar
Beholding the careless passerby
Who is
Oblivious of my existence
I am the ****** on the roof
The killer and the killed
The mother tenderly nursing my child
And the little boy lost in ecstasy
When I see the ocean
For the first time
I am the light
I am the dark
The poet and the poem
The muse of the painter
And the color on her brush
The blank canvas and
The piece of art
Everything and nothing
A paradox of the universe
So I am sending out
A magnetic pulse
Spreading love through all of existence
Thus calling my shattered pieces
Back to the
HEART
© Jasmine, Amsterdam, October 2013
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
I am here to remember
What I am
That which lies hidden
Beyond the remembered
The access lost – or so it seems
Somewhere in between
The tapestry of experiences –
Weaving time through space
And space through time
Cutting and pasting
A kaleidoscope of experiences
Into the frame of linearity
Of our 3D playing field
And that which exists
Beyond the humanly perceivable is
But shrouded by the veil of forgetfulness
Made up of intricately interwoven patterns
Concealing the escape hatch
Out of mental confinement
© Jasmine, August 2013
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
The tree beings are beckoning me
To listen to the song
You whisper on this gentle day
Through their Indian summer leaves
I hear your voice
In the susurration of the stream
And see your colors
In the dewdrops at dawn
You’re the wind and the earth
You’re the bird in the sky
The flame of the candle on my desk
You smile at me through drifting clouds,
Through the wild flowers along my path
And we paint rainbows together
You are the infinite sparkles,
Diamonds on a timeless sea
The dance of sunlight and water
Is radiating your love
As you tickle my nostrils
With the smoke of Holy Wood
And emanate peace through Buddha eyes
I see and feel your presence
So tangible all around
You are the true peace warrior
A beacon for us all
Your shining light is guiding us
Through dark nights of the soul
And I hear your message,
Loud and clear, that
All is full of love
© Jasmine, September 2012
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC