A single tiny seed bravely emerges
its root so delicate, yet so strong
bearing a single red rose
The fragrance tickles my senses
the pure fulcrum of the rose escapes
and I drift through a million magical auras
I gasp in delight at beauty rising
from roots in dirt, thorns sharp but the flower so fragile
That pure fulcrum fragrance lives, as well
within our souls — spreading joy and energy
From little Burke street; to Narramine. in Coonamble and
Kempsey I've spent some time, worked on Longreach
Station Barcaldine way, I know Rhee Chong Hyup... He was
My trainer.' The early days.' I've followed the Murray and the
Bidgiee too.' Now I'm too be found in London..Yet the dreaming holds true.' I still see apricot auras entwined with lava
Red' such smouldering sunsets, are still, in my mind' i took
My driving test just standing on a path.' That was in Young wow' some time has passed.? And now I see the devil is real.' I
Have met the Lord.' And the present is?? Well almost unreal.' Digital transactions with a hand held device photos
Taken.. And Crikey the vice.' The line between dimensions
Is i find now blurred.' And my country is bleeding under taskmasters so absurd.' I seek no fortune..I ask not for
Fame.' Yet the hour has drawn me and as for blame.' I am
As guilty as any.' And the mental fight now is so hard.'
Yet i am on my feet fellow Aussies.' Though most unworthy! if you will accept me? I am forever
Your bard.!
ABSTRACT
bewitched
astonishment
beyond
belief
unassailable
impenetrable
intense
visionary
elaborate
iconography
explicated
icily
smooth
SETTINGS
spiralling
in situ
eliciting
sensation
dazzling
overarching
narrative
of
aesthetic
ornamentation
suspended
in
reflective
auras
of
tender
gaze
FEELINGS
emotional
intensity
emphasised
attributes
in
passionate
response
of
explicit
immediacy
enduring
sans
explanation
Feeling not thinking, soul with love linking
We attained God consciousness unblinking
Feeling, tattooed with hues so deep
The sin of bonding is not ours to keep
Feeling, guided by mystical auras
Can only create a more mesmerizing show of auroras
Set to blend in our ethos
As we shall feel in us, the expanse of the cosmos
God consciousness lies in being worthy of abidance
Feelings, started on Earth, do lead the dance
Though temporal, they shall turn eternal
And shall make of existence a flame, vibing with rhythms, acoustical
Feeling and not thinking
Thinking reaches a blurry ending
Feeling, on the other hand, creates poets amidst sleepiness
All set to turn silence into breathing forests!
Say, dig what I say
Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/
Man, move over/
the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/
Eddie Henderson/
Cecil McBee/
George Cables,Billy Hart
and Billy Harper/
swingin’ harder jazz be flying/
downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/
their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/
David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their amps/
burnin’ the house down/
with the jazz club scene in decline/
and record labels cuttin’ back on jazz/
the jazz Cookers have to stay alive and relevant in a jazz-changing world/
so dig, be cool struttin’ as Sonny Clark would say/
you might not always get a payday but you love to play/
the Cookers boss horns are on fire/
hip tones blowin' from the stage/bro, this is the jazz life you chose and after a gig, you might be all alone/
so be in the moment and improvise on your jazz note phrasing/
you’ll find the rhythm and meaning knowing you can play the same note gig after gig night after night/
but different every time/
are you hip to the Cookers?/
they will have you finger poppin’ and blowin' your mind/
wahoo that’s a whole lotta jazz
Equal to seductive tawny flame
genuine mysterious fragrance
child creates auras of love
Our fun-filled childhood years were free from fears
Vibrance of innocence was then at its peak
We learnt as we played day after day
Dancing with life cheek to cheek
Our ego was then not in focus
Soul presence was aglow in the heart
Each morn at dawn we communed with God
Breath by breath feeling within bliss ignition start
In those days we assumed all saw God as we did
Therefore for us it was not a bragging right
We journeyed to heaven as we pleased
And saw human auras shining bright
Heaven on earth we lived as we liked
Living from heart there was no pretence
Our heart was pure and we forgave easily
We lived breath by breath in the present tense
Both graveyards and temples for us were same
We judged no one by the clothes they wore
We were resplendent in the light of bliss
Grace so in-pouring from every pore
Sadly as we grew up the current ebbed
Consciousness shifted from heart to head
Innocence died and so light of soul dimmed
The price paid for not being by bliss beats led
mysterious
auras of intrigue
of
profound spatial
coherence
with
intriguing
themes
in
contemplative
atmospheres
of the light
perplexing enigmas
of
allegoric
symbols
&
hidden meanings
interwoven
in
undisclosed truths
hint
at
an ability
to infuse
with fascination
of the
unsaid
azure atmosphere
tickles tickets of our tanzanite time
we move as midnight masks to oasis ocean
as our dewy lungs
parallel sighting cyan sea and sky
our cultures colored skin sand
blend as rrue trinity of ebullience existence
all interwoven with iridescent turquoise inks
painting peacock plays upon our personalities
for we share aquamarine auras every darling day
January 5th 2019
a long awaited milestone is finally reached
the mood of the moment is exultant
yet to whom do such emotions arise
when we know in truth there is no one here
as both vibrantly joyous yet also nonchalant
we reflect on the blood path that brought us here
of how when misaligned from vibrations of love
the wounds inflicted and borne now seem dreamlike
what was accomplished and what cost dear souls
did all the players emerge with their auras glistening
does bitterness yet linger in the aftermath of battle
or have we risen vibrationally radiating love and light
Written: April 19, 2024
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A whirl in motion.
In a world of vibrant hues,
a dream so rich and true.
visions of colors, bold and bright,
A sight to behold.
pure delight.
a fleeting existence.
a comely moment,
that dawned in the distance.
Colored crayons,
a pulsating candle hue.
a burst of color, glistening
in the morning light.
enchanting auras
A painting is encircled.
A gentle breeze carries
whispered secrets.
crimson elixir, swirling divine.
Whispering scarlet breezes.
Whispers, whisking away sorrow.
marigolds and azaleas
Amaryllis dances in the breeze.
beneath soft, pale green trees
Bees dance through the air.
A swing gently sways,
A girl in flight
A scent dances.
by her flowing locks.
Our auras caress,
heart lotus awaiting touch,
that love may blossom within.
The light that ignites
candle wicks in hearts barren,
is magic God Himself wields.
We judge no one simply because
there’s no one here and hence no cause,
to assign an ethic value,
on shifting hues as they renew,
save when fellow souls are caused harm,
whereupon with love we disarm,
ignorance in those who have strayed
from truth and hence their auras greyed,
a fault, that’s easily set right,
seeing in all hearts, God’s light bright.
People talk of seeing other’s auras
And that may be literally true
for some
but my hunch is
the rest of us
just feel them
without even noticing
what they are
until something big comes along
to shift the spectrum
realign the axis and
change the way we feel
around, about, with another.
So we see it,
just not with mind.
(10/19/23)
Red Moon Rising
A beat of my heart skips
When I hear of the event lunar eclipse
Blood moon illuminating Earth’s umbras
Dust and darkness overwhelming auras
Yellow and orange glows hindrance in its surface
Blood moon rising show us the angel’s purpose.
How Gods anger shall reign upon arrival of
The spiritual war that shall come from above.
Death and Hades followed by the Source,
An omen with tales of riding a pale horse.
Ashes blind first with an advent purple haze.
Drunk on a crimson moon in the end of days.
A beat of my heart skips
When I hear of the event lunar eclipse
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