Nobody knows what flickers behind my silent mask,
The shadows in the glass are more real.
A whisper of ice shudders down my spine,
As the chill of the universe seeps into my bones.
Stepping into the blackness I stand still,
Hovering over the precipice of non-being,
As the world continues to sing her alien song.
It is a space starlit, where a splash of dawn enters.
Far beyond time and meanings call.
Between the self and what is not,
A strange confluence of time and space,
The sole ****** of this interior being.
And as the outside constructs its reality based dreams,
On an invisible wire I dance over an infinite waterfall.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
As sunlight fades earth’s rich brocade,
We follow the flight of the birds,
Past the emerald forest now in shade,
Our silence speaks a thousand words.
We climb up a ladder of blue cloud.
To sit on a moon edged roof,
Far away from the madding crowd.
Hearts filled with vibrating truth.
Our shadows dance in melodies of mist
We sit drifting through the circling stars.
Our souls tumbling, flying, when we kiss,
For this night only, heaven is ours.
A moment that ought to last forever,
Has come and gone before we know,
Our hearts which opened like flowers in spring,
Will become frosted, iced, with snow.
And the barks and crows and life jars
As the saffron sunrise fills the sky,
We linger with pearl drops in our eyes,
Then lift our hands to wave goodbye.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
I turn my head, and the world tilts,
Everything is not as it seems,
True reality appears to be missing,
Like illusions, inside a dream.
I meander in darkness through water,
Called upon by a passing bird,
Blood fizzing, inside gnarled veins,
I am waiting upon the word.
I try to recall a time of innocence,
Guiding myself by the moons on water,
Letting go of all temporal lines,
Remembering once I was the daughter.
I dive into a net full of fishes,
Caught suspended in the reeds,
And inside the sleeping silence,
An ancient language plants its seeds.
It flows like an aria inside me,
Imploring for the unreal to be heard,
Make us of the flesh they cry
And I commence to write the word.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
I’m right at the end of an endless road,
My story is written never to be told,
I sit in the middle of a dry rivers flow,
The earth above the sky below,
A maelstrom inside a tranquil lake,
Step on the gas only to brake.
From two dry eyes, flow a single tear,
I’m everywhere, no-where , somewhere, near.
Soaking in sweat, chilled to the bone
Messages seeping through the phone.
In a box with three sides, silence in sound,
People are everywhere, no-one around.
I saw again the man, who wasn’t there,
Next time I don’t see him, I will not stare.
I am full, yet empty, a hole inside,
As vast as the universe, I ride its tide.
I bleed from memories, hide in the light,
Let me step into the dark, to make things bright.
Waiting for Godot, the message futile,
My mouth tastes sweet as it pours forth bile
I am awake in the infinite dream,
I could scream, do you know what I mean?
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
What a glorious, fabulous, wonderful day,
Captured in memories, forever to stay.
The sun is winking at me, high in the sky,
The palm trees are waving, as I pass them by.
The birds are singing songs just for me,
And the river is babbling away to the sea.
All the dogs are wagging their fluffy tails,
A boat passes by and puffs out her sails.
The flowers bob their heads to say hello,
You cannot help but go with the flow.
The daisies are crazily paving the lawns,
A sleepy lizard opens his mouth and yawns.
Silver fish are darting and jumping for joy
Honeybees too buzzy, no time to annoy.
Butterflies soar and flicker their wings
Cicadas tap dancing to their clickings.
Under a blanket of blue, I view the whole scene,
My heart pure bliss, my mind serene.
For there you are with the warmth of your smile,
And together in this day we can rest awhile.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
This world is a mystery, an amazing dream,
Where all is illusion, not what it seems.
A wondrous adventure, a giant fairytale,
And we are the phenomenon on a huge scale.
Taking it for granted that we exist at all,
Only realising the miracle, when death comes to call.
Flying out of here to the world of thought
A life you have lived, a life you have fought.
The only truth about us, is nothing is known,
As Socrates was often heard to bemoan.
A puzzle to everyone with an inquiring mind,
The fun is in the journey of trying to find.
We are floating in space, how crazy is that,
A magic trick worthy of a rabbit from a hat.
And we are the rabbit, unaware we are the trick,
We comprehend so little, the magician so slick.
Biliions of years taken, to create who you are,
In a blink of an eye, you're with deaths registrar.
At some point from nothing, came a something?
Where did we come from, where are we going?
I think it extraordinary that we even exist.
Our path, no turning back, a secret wishlist.
No-one asked you, would you like to be born,
Would your answer be, yes or no, or I’m torn?
A credit to one of my favourite authors Jostein Gaarder
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
The sun was bleeding red rivers into the sky,
Whilst the sea calm, rose glass, brushed the sand.
And on my back the rock sat, heavy and cold.
My cursed friend, whose weight encumbers me.
Distant memories wash in with the tide
Curling tendrils of days long gone through the rivulets
Of my mind, in the days before I knew the rock.
But they ebb into the distance as the shoreline recedes,
Then slowly creep back in once more with shallow stealth.
I try to grasp hold, to retain the memory pre-rock,
But it is like trying to grasp grains of sand between your fingers,
It flows back into the golden blanket without identity.
And as I sit on the infinite beach of my dreams,
I stroke tenderly my rock, massaging the granite that clings,
Knowing its suffering is mine to bear alone,
And as the sun dips its head into the sea and the stars
Flicker a million greetings to me,
I head for home with my rock and my life lived.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
Life the passing seasons,
Timed to the beat of our hearts.
In temporal winds we are blown,
Like feathers on a flow chart.
An echo in majestic mountains,
Disappearing on the breeze.
An individual illusory journey,
Vulnerable to nature’s mercies.
Splashing in fountains of humanity
The transient born from eternal,
We shine for so few moments,
In the heavenly, and the infernal.
A brief wandering through time
Made fresh just by our existence
As deceitful beauty fades to age
So does our warped resistance.
Our unbearable lightness of being
Returning to the elusive spark.
Closing, completing the circle,
The dove returning to the Ark.
To our before-state we are flying,
Our worthless veil slipping away,
Each day one step from dying,
Bittersweet memories of our stay.
Retreating from these perfumed shores
From the impermanence of things.
An arrow heading to our next rebirth.
From this Earth which sighs and sings.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
Under a meridian moon,
That silvers the shroud of night,
My fingers map the contours of you.
And in this safe harbour of limbs
Two polar opposites conjoin.
Magnetic fields pulling us close
Navigating the other’s shores.
Taking me from valley to mountain,
Parallel lines now fused together
And the world bows down to us,
Our love bursts open like flowers in the sun.
And we float on tranquil waters
Light, so light, no orientation.
Motionless, trembling, helpless.
And within the tremulous radiance,
We return to scale.
From the zenith of my love,
I want to be a cartographer,
To represent a special concept.
And depict this phenomenon onto paper,
Giving you the legend and the key,
And draw you a map to the stars.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,
It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time
Amongst a tangle of knotted days.
In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,
And on the edge of awakeness,
In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,
I almost capture it.
But it hides like a viper in the grass,
Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.
Involuntarily my awareness,
Diminishes the power of the scream.
In the mirrors of eternity
I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.
But all I get is a hollow blankness,
My waking mind defies who I am!
I knock on the door of unconsciousness
Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,
Yet a barricade of steel like strength
Blocks my entrance.
I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,
Yet this primordial desire to search
Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC