Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through
the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness.
The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow
in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as
… it spoke …
of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist.
Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength
behind the human laws of moral theory and bid me
… harken ...
for in their story was buried the essence
of the earthborn plight to live, to love, to hope,
and to ascend the sangria stones of immortality.
As the moon opened and began to spill,
… I listened …
offended by the grape and Tyrian wafts
of desire, hatred, indulgence, and greed.
My silvery tears rolled violet down my cheeks
illuminating the raisin-hued darkness.
Sadness washed over me with sparkly specks
of magenta moon dust manifesting through lacy clouds.
As dawn crept in, it brandished the cold, corrupted,
hateful thoughts and spread its orchid enchantment.
Beauteous shades of periwinkle enshrouded the sky
… and sang …
Fallen.
Down into the cold dark morass.
Earthborn once more.
Discarded.
From the warmth of your secret fires.
Out of grace.
Into the wilderness.
Love no longer mine to give.
Nor yours to have.
Requiem.
Into a labyrinth scene.
With shades of your face sketched in reverting dreams.
Illuminated.
Aeonian flare.
Pandering to earthborn stares.
Forever there.
Through magic, death and secret fires.
Night guide to the labyrinth.
Chased off by sunrise.
Aborting murky dreams in lunar tide.
Scissoring winds avenge her earthborn savagery
Branches recovering my instinct to climb,
Light penetrating my childhood woodland awe,
Crowned with delicate arcs
I spread my love of wooded substance
Praising horizons of silhouetted dawns
Rising above morning mists broad and firm,
Twisted and benevolent, cathedrals connected
Manifested in infinite complexion.
Rooted networks of wordless communication
I worshipped the earth reigning in her mythical glory
My soul born of her womb and wedded to her effigy.
She watching over communities of species, adorning dwellings,
Inhaling she collectively sighs at our detached human forms
Observing, indulging the naivety of our sobriety,
Chopping at her elementary heart.
As seasonal leaves come and go, she grows
Whilst various flavoured versions, us a people
Our blood stains the earth her roots would drink
Before our timely capacity to flourish
As rich narratives evoking ancient stories
Of fermented lives born out of the sun’s burdens
Upon etched chasms of a dark moon’s texture
In trunks of gnarly un-pliable fixtures, there we hang
Stories of our unsolicited lives upon her sacred boughs.
Jesus loves us
this I know,
Mother Gaia showed me so.
Red and yellow
black and white
these are green
within Her sight.
(maybe ultra-violet aquamarine
to a diva ecstatic shabbat queen,
but go ahead,
don't let me deductively stop you)
Little ones to him belong
Yin is weak
so Yang is strong.
Jesus lives like yin-born children
all Gaia's child grown EarthBorn Wild,
red and mellow,
black with white,
we are polypathic
with Her resilient sight,
Jesus love us
this we know
for Earth's creation
centers me so.
Little yins
to Her ZeroZone belong.
I grow ego weak
so EcoYin flows strong.
Yes Jesus loves we.
Yes Gaia grows me.
Yes God still lives we,
Her Truth grows flowering on.
SCARS
Sketched upon the weary landscape
Scuff marks of the cross
Deep and wide
The impressions of a timely death
Tears that flowed from earthborn breast
Pressed upon our Edenic chest
12/6/2017
Slow, as if in pearls of eternity
this infinite time became molded into peace
I lingered there within serenities breath
communion upon a galaxies edge
lay the breadth of creation at my feet
Replete to the overflowing brim
this spirit soul of I
held countenance
and the concourse of angels betrothed
gave its summoning to all my earthborn family
Slow; as if of pearls in all eternity
in this timeless belove-ed lay the mystery of peace
And peace it was that gave me cause
return the sands to hour glass
return this predisposition of light to form
fill the experience with its empty maw
and so in willingness suffer the bond
It was asked of me
by such perpetual belove-ed
to set such sacrifice to loves immortal alter
Slow; she breathes
the rhythmic waves echo a hearts beat of peace
and by miracles form
I slowly become
the image of serenities breath
My body is made from fire
fire, flesh and blood
just like my mother who holds me
clay and earth and mud
My body is made from water
who flows and carries through
protecting, healing, easing
with ocean force and gentle dew
My spirit is made of sunshine
vision, heart and light
rising from rich, dark rootedness
into the world of sight
My spirit is made of ether
emerging from within
to reach the breath of consciousness
the connectedness of kin
When I lay my body down
in sacrifice, in birth
I offer myself to Creation
I return myself to Earth
But my spirit joins the many
moving freely through storm and dreams
to flow like balm, like smiles, like solace
to all earthborn beings
For now I am a seedbed
for all that spins and comes to be
as all that came before me
was for me when born a seed
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi
Aviated parachute
Parachute parachute you flying so high.
Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
Flourishingly Waving in an air.
Your skill astonished me, Take me away !
A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
Making me feel excited, Take me away !
Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
Give me one chance some another day.
Move me away, Take me away !
People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn
mortalizing persona‘s.
my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !
screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
For the god‘s sake make me fly.
Take me away or else I will die !
By,
Madhavi
'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide
Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide
They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.
Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.
While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.
Cradle me in darkness, before my flight.
Relaxing let me live my dream so true.
Again, I entreat you to set my desires free.
Delight my senses set my vision in truth.
Laugh not at wishes; they are my design.
Earthborn from the Angels delivered here.
My existence a falsehood for way to long,
Only you can bring my caprice to reality.
One soul delivered from a torment I live.
Now cradle moon bring peace to your child.