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Do you ever get that eerie feeling when you see someone for the first time?
That feeling of knowing as if you knew them all your life?
when your whole body goes numb and you can hear the last beats of your heart?
When a blink of an eye can last an eternity as you see visions of a silhouette like your own shadow in an embrace with a stranger you knew an eternity ago.
That memory you never had… but can remember quite well
Like you’re free falling or just levitating, but you can’t quite tell
I seemed to have opened Pandora’s box in the hope of finding peace,
Now the ghosts of nostalgia keep haunting me and it seems they find release…
When I open my eyes you still stare… the world came crashing down but you were still there…
Do you ever get that ethereal feeling when you see someone?
That feeling of total synchronicity with someone you’ve never known all your life?
When your whole world disappears and all you can see is…
That one person who seems to mimic your every being the essence of… you
Like when you’re screaming for her to whisper because she can’t quite yell
When your world turns to oblivion and only she can break the spell,
Because you opened Pandora’s box in the hope of finding the one
And now the ghosts of nostalgia will haunt you until deed is done
Form:
A critical mass, individuals in spirit unfold
The longer now, for a more complete worldview hold
A matter of energy, dynamic not material
The struggle for power, manipulate, become imperial
The message of the mystics, love conquers, violence ends
Clearing the past, our connections for tomorrow sends
Engaging the flow, with the synchronicity of others
The interpersonal Ethic, with mother, father, sister and brother
The emerging culture, as we focus on synchronistic growth
Holding the vision, creating a new spiritual culture, we oath
Extending prayer fields, the future vision, for you and me both
" Extracted from The Celestine Prophecy "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php
Shadows crawl
out haunting
In first ray
of light
Coaxing awakening
Striking the soul
Fluttering deepest eyelids
Music strikes
Upon cello cords
Dreamily she awakens, to a gentle strumming, of his soul
As a piano plays
Sweet haunting music
Flows a riverine
Echoing against
One great wall
In China
carries into
the distant hills
Her deepest breath, wrapped lovingly, around his spiritual purity
Music begins
stirring deep passion
Romancing chambers
Dancing on air
Holding heartstrings
Playing emotions
Sweetly within
Inhale and exhale, transcending into, each other
Touches beauty
Striking keys
Drum beating chords
magical fingers play
Enchanting music
Flowing into
the ocean
Her melodies, rise and fall, exquisite synchronicity
swells out
In blossoming
Like honey golden
Ebbs out
in cello
Piano touching heartbeats
A paradiso
of music
Sweetly touches souls
Heartstrings, once plucked, never stay the same
Music Video link - http://youtu.be/NCaH-qqTWpk
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written jointly with soul goddess
Have you ever made a connection despite adversity, or at a time when emotional warmth is especially cherished?
A connection based on Jung's concept of synchronicity:
Occurrences that are linked by meaning rather than cause?
A fleetingly moment maybe in a challenging time, where meaningful contact that seems both accidental and profound.
Is needed?
A brief pause with a stranger that felt overflowing with meaning?
An unsaid unity formed in a profound silence between new or old friends?
Or just someone appearing into your life at the right time that almost felt like fate?
So, have you ever felt this sensation with someone?
Title.
Synchronicity
(A lone voice whispers)
We came together
Like two autumn leaves touching
In winter's weather
(575)
#Senryu
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Senryu, like haiku, has three lines with 17 or, but unlike haiku, which focuses on nature, senryu tends to center on human nature.
In that similitude of spirit and gaze
I see much in you that you see in me,
for in me are your Arthurian ways -
old man, I am your son and proud to be.
In the dark days and darker nights of us
when the Angel of Death entered our home,
father, I saw in you a map and compass
but I was lost and destined to roam.
For in that we are all a vassal to age
no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
or rail against its synchronicity.
So it is in the time of tide and flow
between us there was ebb and distance,
yet I know I will miss you when you go
and hold dear the tides of least resistance.
Truly ever decreasing circles besot
the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I am not fogged to what time begot
but wise to your end and your exemplar.
Wise to our earthly labours and pleasure,
and all that was ventured and lost or won
for insofar love is the true measure
I shall be its keeper when you are gone.
I have a son, and love him more I can’t -
he in time might forget you but I shan’t.
Alas, no mortal thing this world outlast
yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.
Written: October 2004
Purple Chakra
She wears in dreams and enchantment our mad hatter’s hat
cloaked in violet desire and so called co-incidence of purple
Just a few blossoms Jacaranda from the doom of rock bottom
I spelt the word ‘love’ with the petals in between roses and colour
the wannabe hippie of times long gone by on a path yet unknown
A rehab from drink and from madness confinement in mind
body soul removed from temptation inpatient impatient solitude
‘So strange this beautiful woman here before your arrival she
formed a small purple heart on the manicured lawn. You would
like her she’s Tanya Michelle bright and emotional calls herself Tai.’
A visitor truly unknown pitched a few days after un-thought of no
sense no connection no intention no blossoms of meaning or reason
a fairy tale story frog princess prince sensation out of the purple
‘You must be Tai I am Kai I suppose we have something in common’
a beeline from nowhere how I knew I not know may the Universe tell
synchronicity spelt out from the winds gravitation pulled in together
Now we dance to the moon and swim with the tides scent the fragrance
sing to the tune of fortuitous fortune paint purple mad sanity in words
rainbows melting pastels poetry in motion poet trees’ hot temperance
Just one word had been spelt one heart in the garden of freedom
two seeds released rising high in the air in miraculous sparkling
waters dust from the ashes volcano erupted meaningful madness
We travel together ever since wear hats purple hair flowers dreams and
infusion have been flying ‘Taikaiwe’ on infinite eternity from that
momentous moment enshrined in the blossoms
Written on the 21st June 2016-06-20
From Kai Michael to Tai Michelle
For contest: Something Seemingly Insignificant
And Unexpected Changed My Life
I am the master of bedevil, the salt upon the meat
I am the cognitive in the incognito who can convincingly repeat
Each mood, each move, each song to be replete
With authenticity, synchronicity, electricity and beat
I am the master of presentation with the prowess of display
I am the rendition in the music, the soul, the core to portray
Perfection that is flawless and chilling its tone and color takeaway
Each beam of the spotlight so my listeners are carried away
I am the acronym of pop performance, a legend here to stay
I am the “Devil of Beguiling Sway”!
January 17, 2021
Completely Your Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
when i see that certain smile
it heightens moments
i feel more than approval
it is that playful adoration
that tells me
the heavens are at peace
no star out of alignment
flocks of wings in synchronicity
ocean breezes freely dancing in palms
pelicans gliding above waves
children raised hands down the slide
all the galaxies are accounted for
no nail missing in the structure
a building anticipation as the roller coaster
reaches its peak in the climb
the taste of cotton candy
already upon my tongue
in the fervent hope
that the smile is a promise
of the kiss to follow
the roller coaster now earthbound
the ones i cherish most deeply
approval in a moment
of playful adoration
it is when i wear a simper
you do that to me
shy and wanting to pull on pigtails
Oregon 9/22/26
(Dedication: For Ann, the love of my life.)
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By morning light things feel less tight:
There is a certain way,
Measure for measure plays;
Do not be afraid of delight:
It comes and goes away,
Yet joy must ever stay;
Go forth with courage that feels right:
Let peace flood happy day,
Fond cheer recite fine stray.
By sparkling light that dawn reveals:
Let magic moments sing,
Finesse and harmony;
Let focus concentrate appeal:
As mystic magic flings
Calm synchronicity;
Go on your way to wheel and deal:
Live what you love to bring
To your humanity.
By dusk's last light, let cheer find rest:
Let weary body sleep,
Perchance to dream once more;
Then journey far beyond in quest:
To greet the souls most deep
In visions that keep score;
Aware of pun and wit and jest:
When day awakes to sip
New stirrings from the core!
And when you look around, do see:
Happenings meant to be
In colours sparkling bright;
Love what you live, and be:
A wholesome soul set free
To dance within the light;
To live with grace surely, truly:
In lovely purity,
For all eternity!
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2014
Singapore
Like a whirling dervish rainbow of satin flowing veils
She floated across the dance floor, mesmerizing the room of males
Contorting and consorting with the grace of a gentle swan
Of many different colors, seven veils she did have on
The first to float upon mid air, uncovered a midriff curved but tight
Then one escaped the left leg and one escaped the right
Her skin was smooth and milky; her limbs were long and thin
Her hips, she would gyrate wildly in an erotic rotation
With each veil that she unraveled, in perfect synchronicity
She displayed more of the artwork that is a woman's mystery
Eyes followed her in wonder, watching her every move
Anxiously awaiting for the last two scarves to be removed
There was beauty in her motion, the music and body moved as one
Sweat glistened off her perfect form when the last veil came undone
The seven cloths scattered about the room, which everyone ignored
As they could not stop drinking in the sight of this goddess they adored