As birdlife, dull windless calms
Adrift, within
Waits he, but on whose outcome, heart's own
Uplift promotes.
Corresponds to that breathy
Voiced for which girl
Thereout, if anything should activate
Bright-skied, bright notes.
I have never been schooled, in
Archetype and tarot,
So please do correct me,
If I am wrong?
The Magus corresponds, to the privileged child,
As the Goat, corresponds to the Fool.
And I know you Magus's
For what you are:
Spoilt and fallen,
And far to far
From self aware
To be viewed as free
From the bias, and the burden,
That the donkeys made to bear.
And you who ride the donkeys
Have always been an ass
Merely grasping at the reigns
And doing as the donkeys want you to;
Which has truly only ever been
Running down those fools,
Gotten in the way;
And this has never ever
Saved, a single one of you,
From those selves
You have confused.
BEYOND DISTINCTIONS
a cycle
of
evolved
interpretatIons
of
disparate
traditions
elucidate
symmetric
illustrations
reality
schooled
as
allegory
corresponds
to
inward
feelings
flowering
rendering
as
a
diagnosis
both
credible
&
consoling
yet
inert
&
ignored
outworn
refractions
Could’ve answered your message immediately
But it came after our goodnights
Sure I lack intuition profoundly
Within seconds I should’ve replied
The next day morning I did
It was the long letter, as usual
I had no idea you couldn’t read
Being on life support in the hospital
Then your granddaughter messaged me
Couldn’t believe the news I read
But I had to face the catastrophe
And since then it’s another thread
The living has been reduced to
The inertial track of biology
But in memories I live with you
Maybe this corresponds with astrology
Now I question myself and reply
Reading messages fast, as if
You see it, love, with your eyes
That is how we secretly live.
The gong of Om corresponds to the fourth state,
going beyond waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
where hum of magnetism that does not abate,
enables us to take a consciousness leap,
simply choosing to be absolutely still,
surrendering to God residual will,
that one with the current, we become the flame,
our true abode, lower mind cannot name.
Drop a plumb line from crown to root
This corresponds to the central vein
Staff of power, the rod of initiation
For pure childlike hearts free from stain
Divine magnetism prefers this route
It is the direct expressway to heaven
The path appears when we walk upon it
Bypassing the body chakras seven
My love
for you
happened
like
a photon
strike,
ejecting
electrons
of desire
into my
beating
heart,
flooding
veins
with fire.
Zepto-
second*~
a sliver
of time
faster than
the blink
of my
eye**;
as power-
full as
Cupid's
arrow
hitting
its mark
invisibly.
*The zeptosecond is a unit of time equal to 0.000 000 000 000 000 000 001 seconds, that is, 10?²¹ seconds. It's the smallest sliver of time yet measured and corresponds to the amount of time it takes for the electron to be ejected after the photon strike.
**On average the human blink lasts only a tenth of a second which is 100 milliseconds.
He answers prayers, still responds
Never leaving the heart in fear
A breath away, He corresponds
With those who know He’s always near
Our words, though they’re words without form
Offer Him faith, sincerest praise
He sees our hearts through every storm
Bringing a grace that will amaze
He sings joy through our hearts and souls
Reflects the promise in His word
Reminds it’s love that He controls
Peace delights the heart He has stirred
Breathless worship sighs from our hearts
Knowing Him whose living within
Hushing the dark, His love imparts
Insight where His kindness has been
He smiles as we fall to our knees
Offering our hearts through prayers
His love answers our needs, our pleas
Gently, He wipes away our tears
I’ll never know love more perfect
Grace more pure, worthy of respect
His love prepares hearts to expect
Joy past what the world can reflect
He is my hope of forever
Thanks to God’s grace, I know Jesus,
And, He knows me, a whosover –
Who believes in Him who frees us!
According to Chinese medicine, each of the 5 elements
wood, fire, earth, metal, and water, have a corresponding season.
We are a living, breathing, embodiment of nature & the world around us,
Intimately tied to the seasons and their influences.
Aside from spring, summer, fall, & winter, we have the 5th season.
The hidden 5th season doesn’t split the year into 5 equal parts,
it is a season within a season.
The mysterious 5th season of Chinese medicine is late summer,
or the last 6 weeks of summer, from about August 5th to September 21st
By early August, the intense whirlwind of summer is fading, time to put our feet back on the ground and reorient a bit to the practicalities of life.
The crops have grown all spring & summer and time seems to stand still for a bit while we enjoy the fruits of our labor over the last two seasons.
The late summer season corresponds to earth element that embodies this grounded, stable time.
Knowing about the 5th season is a great way to connect with nature and ourselves, this time of year.
November 2, 2022
I do not have a perfect life
Blue, brown, yellow, black...
Orange and silver, civilize my emotions
Correspond to justify my ambiguity
Like a swarm of bees, protecting its hive
I have succumbed to my delicacy
It magnifies my efficacy
The roar of a lioness.
Lay to rest the troubles of thy self
Unfold the folded and iron the crumbled
Take a closer look in the mirror
Take a closer view in the puddle
Yes, the mystery is muddled up
You dread to look at your own soul
But nothing is much more stabbing
Like the hearts sore.
Different views, different tastes
She is not you, You are you
You wish for clarity, but
Charity you never tried
Purity was never your choice
I smell darkness
The roar corresponds to the howling howls of the night.
Sleep my emotions sleep
The night is still young,
So are you?
It was never promised to no man but,
Tomorrow is another hectic day
Pathetic is no fit to define
Lock the voice-box, sustain the roar
Sleep well my love,
Sleep well.
Come the dawn, the rising sun
Unapologetic, offers no introduction
Source of life, same for one and all
Cares not what is our religion
The gently flowing, wafting breeze
Soothes by touch, in embrace and release
Enlivening all sentient beings on this planet
Blessings of Mother Earth never cease
Heartbeats each moment repeat
Maintaining optimal body heat
Pulse of aliveness, judges not our belief
Love entwined with love makes us feel complete
Oh weary hermit, label not God
Religious fundamentalism is narrow and flawed
Each soul is an aspect of His essence
Our ego identity is but a facade
Love alone is real, know this
Sans desire, our emptiness radiates bliss
All that is, is God consciousness alone
Feel on the fontanel, His loving kiss
17-June-2022
Notes: Fontanel corresponds to the crown chakra (Sahasrara)
my destiny stems far and beyond
born with the spiritual
no need for a magic wand
within, ancient wisdom corresponds
people unintentionally fear the black swan
I’m a freedom fighter better than Flynn from the movie Tron
the force in me is strong, as I skywalk with Han
ideas constantly, sprouting like spawns
in my dreams I own a fast-pitch ball golden glove like Barry Bonds
driving eclectic rides and carry gadgets, 007 call me the female James Bond
taking down cruel empires more strategic than Ghenghis Khan
form a strong squad like the lions of Voltron
at times I begin to feel lost and withdrawn
it’s difficult trying to save a world,
when most of people don’t know they are pawns
I feel for them just as much as Chaka Khan
my hope remains alive from dusk til dawn
The highest form of two becoming one, is when she inhales your exhale and your inhale corresponds with the sweetest release.
Simple creations recreate her world.
I can walk, talk,
Think and breath,
I can try, cry,
understand and comprehend.
My past is a video,
My present is a concern,
My future is a vision,
My voice is volume less.
I have friends, some with dreads,
Together we have been,
Together we will learn to be,
Though some we have thrown in the bins.
Some come and go,
Others remain,
Some remain as statues,
Others remain as ladders.
I am the definition of poverty,
The symbol of struggle,
I am the parable of the hunter in reality,
The spear of the great jungle.
My heart posses nothing, but peace,
My mind corresponds nothing but reality,
My exsistance is a threat for some,
My presence is a blessing for others.
I sweat for my stomach,
"I wish I was a soldier",
Sometime I imagine,
Perhaps I could stand much more stronger.
There is no more war,
Yet I am attacked,
All I ask is to prolong my life,
All I seek is harmony.
Apologies for any hurts,
Together we can cross beyong imagining,
This is the voice from my heart,
The melody of my tongue,
The suspension of my moods,
The hidden part of my True " I".
N.H Kandjimi
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/fundamental-frame
The absence of which, who could withstand?
The evolution thereof corresponds with us
Expansion likewise
Enabler of movement, our fundamental support
Protection for such living things
Joints and muscles – we limber on
Muscle contract, muscle relax
A framework within
Exoskeleton outside
So ribs protect – heart and lung surround
Skull protect – shield the brain
Where two or more join, so joints comprise
A fundamental function
A vital role to play
Solid and strong, yet spongy within
Inner bone marrow – tissue living
Small bones of the inner ear
Larger bones increasing gear
Leg bone, arm bone, rendered to walk alone
High bone, thigh bone, ever so required bone
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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