Delicate strands of desire curl lovingly but fleetingly
Within neurons that spark shattered dreams
Wisps lost to daylight and the hustle of morning
Recovered in sensuous sensation, a poem tasted
On tempted lips, tracing words with my tongue
My soul ablaze, memory flushes, mind and body
Ripe with creativities muse as she dangles her feet
Skipping toes in deep waters, quenching souls
With her laughter and delight, skipping stones
Across eons, the twinkle in her eye, a star violent
With life, vigorous, alive and ready to surge
Through sluggish neurons flushing them with life
I have been indulging in a little Wuji Seshat Nibada today and felt this tidal surge…
The sun didn’t shine on this your last morn. But the sun has kissed your skin many times and you didn’t wake really, day grew around you as you gently gathered your loved ones and your last breaths, peacefully easing yourself free of pain and discomfort. I have a sense of your particles released, dispersed back into the world, finding your beloved places, nestling near those you love and perhaps those you did not to ever nudge them gently more toward your way. And the spring rains fell, the world crying then smiling and laughing, like the birds dancing in the rain. It was the perfect day for your passing. Death in the face of the bursting beauty of springs rejuvenation as we all imagine you off dancing toward your next adventure.
Farewell my dear friend.
A beloved leaves this world and I must repost this poem in honour of his journey (give the ear parcel a chance, open it in another tab watch the first few moments then read the poem, I am unapolgetically scandinavian even if my beloved friend is a lion; David my Lion this poem is for you)…
Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadow and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.
Make a new watermark on your excitement
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
Khwāja Shamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī
(*such dignity!* – errant)
image courtesy of Kijani_Lion
Daily, I struggle in this world of narcissists and the ignorant. I am not perfect, no where near such. But it would be an absolute pleasure to hear realism expressed. When I ask you: ‘How are you doing?’ and you say; ‘yeah, I’m good”. When what you really mean is: ‘I really don’t know, things are pretty rough right now’. We are all living in some kind of fantasy… every day is exactly the same the same when we are are in reality seeking something else. But we keep behaving the same way, pushing our fear down enough to exist but not enough to become more than we are.
It owns us.
Freedom is not simple.
Challenge the gods within yourself and choose to believe…
but, is everything around you exactly as it seems?
Is who you see in your reflection too hard to see…
That is where we start.
Looking in the eyes we see daily.
Loving them, no matter what.
No matter what.
Love them, no matter what.
No matter what,
image courtesy of Michel-Lag-Chavarria
Ear parcel: Gods gonna cut you down
I dreamed last night that one that has passed was still with us and that one that is passing was angry. I cannot assist either, except to love them both. To accept them both and offer to hold their souls.
Image courtesy of bliXX_a
Ear parcel: Nine Inch Nails, Something I can never have
An autumn leaf
Turns from cooling sun
Hopeful of survival
Against seasonal odds
Brace against the embraceable
Contain the essence of self
Protect against harsh influence
Survive beyond thirst
Beyond potential comfort
Cling to breath
images stolen from the internet