Three o’clock morning
a solitary hour of pillow turning
                 I gaze at a dark open tunnel
                                             lacy funnel

Are your pursuits still with me ?

                eyes odes to life’s quests
                       now starseeds luminous
                           where there was a nose
                                  a pyramid of pink rose
                           perfume perceptible sweat

            tears trickle silver snail trails
                                 toward a waiting grail
                                    salt grains down the drain


Your voice
                   a whispering white butterfly
                                        fluttering gold
                                    on bare shoulder cold

                 Rivers circle bronzed
                                body and fingers in
                                      torrents of knowingness                          

in waiting garden a Tree of Life bears globular fruit as daily offerings from hot dark roots

                          a quiet hour
                          dissolves into luminous light
                             of spaceless  heights

bells ****** gently as I remember
                    our togetherness, watching
                                   cows in spring September
                             a celebration of Awakening

    now arms are shadowy
                   veins across a waking sky
                         justice, equality, freedom, Love as lessons dug in loamy Earth, passed ~

     my resilient heart opens wide
                             merges with your silent smile
                                             designing a
                                                            Peace Lily


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2020

I AM POETRY

‘In the Beginning
was the Word’
light penetrated dark
sound big-banged birthed
three in One creating
~ P o e t r y ~
I am this poised superlative
unchanging yet exotically emitting
all that changes

I am Poetry
fruit of my desires
dropping when fully ripened
as words speaking to
people faraway
nourishing or subtracting
What matters is
that I liberate
alphabets from mental grids
to glide, fast fly, jump or
slowly crawl, landing
at destined places
swords or aces

I am Poetry
work, weep or whimper
not for me
I existentially trance dance
exit without entangling
whimsically encapsulate wisps that
glance at blank paper twists
to be embroidered emboldened in
ink ruby red, black or olive green
a mature Cosmic Queen

I am Poetry
free flow from fingers
fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only
for enticing enjoyment or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
or cantering competition, for I am
already elixired experience
before your digits
press mechanistic keys

I a m  P o e t r y
sequins of Love convoluted or rayed
I materialise in devotional service
purifying all other emotive sentiments
conditioned, romantic, maybe missioned
Heart is my home hearth where rest
my letters, verses, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered  intelligence
visioning dreamscapes Divine

I am Poetry
liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
free from living entities locked, blocked
aliveness is my Supersoul breath
giving voice to quarks,
electrons, protons, neutrons
which would fleetingly escape unnoticed
if I did not momentarily capture
their essence through my
observed stained leaded glass elixirs
bound for ether, if I please

I am Poetry
seeing action in inaction
followed by stillness in activity
transcendental whirlpools
in meteorological orbits I reach
my slender arms to ouroboros
them into language lyrical
or plain
burnished or wisely mundane
I cherish all utterances in sacred
spaces attuning words wholly for
Grace to sanely activate
remaining supremely unattached

I am P o e t r y
moving imagination in imperfect
perfection, exemplified waves or nodules
misty, foggy or clear
intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, dimensioned
I sizzle in my own dictating
fire realm, abandoned all
beginnings and all
Eternity, for I, consummated
voiced and fleshed
the W o r d

MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet

Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats

Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat

Tantalising sensation, delicious for ****** treats

                            < ~~~~~>

kentucky fried
limbs and all

killer supernova?
the fire lit

Prior to Intent
"heart sets up a vibration
echoing as wordless intent
mind translates in symbols
flight of our soul’s ascent
is intent then a stirring
of soul with God conferring"
Unseeking Seeker

________


IN THE BEGINNING
intentions set
luminescent spiralling
quarks already written
as codes at birthing of Soul
from Divine Mind

intricate patterns of
His-Her inconceivable
eternal infinite Plans
tracings of filigree Love
dormantly waiting for its
Time to flower then fade

so Soul descends carrying its
precious curriculum
safely packaged spiritual
missions into Heartspace
many slumbering intentions
of All That Is being embodied

Heart delicate pure receiver
of Soul’s encodings
cradles, embraces, lubricates
acknowledges intent ~
relays God’s codes to
mind to pattern into fruition

before intention unfurls from
mind it glimmering hovers
flickers between Heart and Soul
awaiting Divine Timing instruction
precise moments for exposition
of the new

whispering inside and outside of
consciousness from spacelessness
into spacetime Heart who
recognises light-sound
frequency waves from
IN THE BEGINNING

Divine desire plugs power
into Heart as His-Her Lover-Child
balances presence attracting
right emotion
a globule on Tree of Life flash
need becomes illusion

kaleidoscopic patterns form
spaces fill or empty
intent given shaped form
coloured creation dances
then disappears
God smiles with Soul

Heart in bliss

©GhairoDanielsPoetry

COMRADE LOVE NEEDED

Sorrow of Love is hard to bear
stretches my bones and
I cannot go on

A need for comrades
to speak about Love
lost their ability to love
can only love for moments

When these moments come
they devour them like
rare chocolate
not enjoying them

My comrades have physical
beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt
they question commitment and honesty
it is their own they question

We do not need hate to be
involved in the Struggle for Truth
We need Love

I see comrades becoming mechanical
we strive for a Distant Star
that Star beckons with Love
Comrades !

Love is needed !

©GhairoDanielsPoetry
Bellville,SA 1980


(This little poem was written when I was 18yrs old as a young student activist at the University of the Western Cape,SA. I subsequently read it at mass meetings at high schools throughout the province, as part of the student insurrection, enthralling high school pupils. Then, of course I could read it with a lot of fire. I understand that it is a channelled poem as I wrote it in 5mins flat during an activist meeting)

there was a beginning for us
- the creatures of creation