Fire - joint composition Lauren/Jane
We wrote separate pieces and then combined the lines
The hungry element that eats what we breathe
flickering shadows where unreality lurks and confuses
through dream-times and life-times
not many understand it
but look again, it's got another side to it
at the centre of the Earth it was the start to evolution
to control, to tame this beast is our desire
a game of power between humans and this element
to be destroyed by its benevolence is our destiny
from trance to transformation
the tribalic ceremony has begun
when skies are red - the seas parched
we have strived enough
to bid farewell to this planet of concealed flame
The hungry element that eats what we breathe
flickering shadows where unreality lurks and confuses
through dream-times and life-times
not many understand it
but look again, it's got another side to it
at the centre of the Earth it was the start to evolution
to control, to tame this beast is our desire
a game of power between humans and this element
to be destroyed by its benevolence is our destiny
from trance to transformation
the tribalic ceremony has begun
when skies are red - the seas parched
we have strived enough
to bid farewell to this planet of concealed flame
from Jane...
We wrote separate pieces and then combined the lines
The hungry element that eats what we breathe
flickering shadows where unreality lurks and confuses
through dream-times and life-times
not many understand it
but look again, it's got another side to it
at the centre of the Earth it was the start to evolution
to control, to tame this beast is our desire
a game of power between humans and this element
to be destroyed by its benevolence is our destiny
from trance to transformation
the tribalic ceremony has begun
when skies are red - the seas parched
we have strived enough
to bid farewell to this planet of concealed flame
The hungry element that eats what we breathe
flickering shadows where unreality lurks and confuses
through dream-times and life-times
not many understand it
but look again, it's got another side to it
at the centre of the Earth it was the start to evolution
to control, to tame this beast is our desire
a game of power between humans and this element
to be destroyed by its benevolence is our destiny
from trance to transformation
the tribalic ceremony has begun
when skies are red - the seas parched
we have strived enough
to bid farewell to this planet of concealed flame
from Jane...
Born in a state of fitrah
who am I?
Were I to die at 3 days, three years or 300 years
my story is of cumulative memories
concealed within the heart-life box
where presence of the moment blends
with the deepest ecstasies of our fallible consciousness
We are all heart-boxes, heart-lives
strung along Time’s pulsations
fitrah Islamic – the innocent state at birth
Two realms
04/10/2012
Striving
trying to locate the barzakh
the peak of the intersection of opposing befriending isthmuses
and to linger
outside of Time
between known and unknown
consciousness and unconsciousness
death and immortality
erase the boundaries of existence
cling in silence
to the clearing that is hanging just in front of me
suspended through the wisdom of this moonlit night
I close my eyes
towards disintegration
The Talisman of balance swings between lives
enriching, degrading, empowering
the decisions that we take
the actions that we make
...
Love overrides the fear image
control controls control
footloose and fancy free
Ascending in a falling kind of way (2nd draft) 11/05/07
Ascending in a falling kind of way (2nd draft) 11/05/07
As my shadow is cast all around
by speeding cyclic light
I fall from perceived wisdom
into innocence
away from reflection’s parallel qualities
and the stases of this world
to the place where images distort
and the emptiness
of negative space
reached by the ladder
in my head
If there is a raging whirlpool
of minds and achievements
we, here now, are thrown into the mix
questioning our paths, defining tasks
in the outcome of greatest humility
Do we challenge our fate
or is it our fate to challenge ourselves?
Journeying within the whirlpool is never easy
it is in trepidation we make our move
in order to emerge
beyond the edge of selfishness
At this point
seaspray dissolves my mind's eye
I
no longer have thoughts, experience or ideas
I
do not exist
past actions are erased by the nascence of this benevolent future
A vision of sanctuary glimpsed
through blessed opening of blinding gratitude!
An array
exists in my heart!
If there is a raging whirlpool
of minds and achievements
we, here now, are thrown into the mix
questioning our paths, defining tasks
in the outcome of greatest humility
Do we challenge our fate
or is it our fate to challenge ourselves?
Journeying within the whirlpool is never easy
it is in trepidation we make our move
in order to emerge
beyond the edge of selfishness
At this point
seaspray dissolves my mind's eye
I
no longer have thoughts, experience or ideas
I
do not exist
past actions are erased by the nascence of this benevolent future
A vision of sanctuary glimpsed
through blessed opening of blinding gratitude!
An array
exists in my heart!
Easy journeys
Evolve to the point where the journey is possible
to distant planets and stars
the markers along the way
bench marks in space/time
named by God
Trilingle
Orithos
Mesor
and Zilina Station
the route is so clearly marked
only most do not sense this - the senseless path
throw away the map
home in through dear instinct
travel as nothing
with nothing
in nothing
for being nothing is peace, sweet peace
-
Space is involved
complex
pervading all knots within Time
swirling-life, cyclic-bonding
giving way to whirls of interconnectivity
estranged from (yet being in) Unity of life and death
the limitations are only here in our fallible capacity
along the road we walk
bonded, two by two, in life's crocodile of expansion
the road is formed from the past - our childhood
I am a butterfly and you are a bee
spheres develop as frogspawn of the mind in transit
the cells - see how they dance!
I hold the skein of wool
that position of the hands - fingers flat, thumbs uppermost
the dream-like state of woolly mesmerization
as the skein thins
and the wool ball expands into a sphere of substance
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