Richness of mind
the money no matter
A visual feast
uncountable wealth
Conceptual bullion
perceptual bitcoin
Intuitive treasure
— a fortune indwelt
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Part Thirty — The Story's End
Sweet Giti, gem in heaven's ring,
Stayed true in love through everything.
Her heart she gave to her dear flame,
Soul's companion, love's sweet name.
And Saeed—behold his blessed state!
Though challenged by his cruel fate,
Hear how his trials came to bear
His faithful heart, worn down by care.
Despite the wounds and aching soul,
From strangers' scorn and kin's control,
Praise be! The face of peace he found,
His shirt of sorrow torn and drowned.
He bound his heart to lover's hair,
Escaped the world's cold, harsh despair.
In joy they lived, in laughter bright,
Their sacred vows, their hearts alight.
Two bodies but one soul complete,
In love's sweet street they found their beat.
No more "Giti" or "Saeed" to name,
Just Wine and Cup, one heart, one flame.
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Thus ends the tale of love's sweet art,
Where two souls joined to make one heart.
In dusk's silence, I wandered into the forest's recesses
Where ancient secrets slumber, and mystic powers weave
The Uba forest's murmured wonders, a realm of awe
Where powder-kissed mysteries await, and spirits breathe
Fortified by inner strength, I communed with the land's guardian
A being of primal power, with eyes that saw beyond
The veil of reality, where worlds collide and blend
Humans morph into beasts, and creatures take on human form
In this realm of shape-shifting dreams, night and day converge
As beings with terrifying visages stride, their power unbound
I emerged transformed, my essence infused with forest might
Empty plates overflowed, and respect followed in my wake
But power's double-edged sword sliced through my foolish pride
My secret revealed, my life force ebbed away, in cool blood spilled
Now a spirit within the spirit realm, I whisper warnings true
Human power, fleeting and fragile, against God's eternal might forever
mystical essence
spring has a spirit presence ...
lost on logic mush
In mystic forest, where human wisdom fades,
A world of secrets, beyond our mortal shades.
The forest whispers truths, we've yet to grasp,
As ancient trees stand guard, with mysteries to clasp.
A mahogany tree, tall and proud,
Became the stage for a supernatural cloud.
A sawman's blade, with intent to claim,
Was halted by a voice, an old woman's refrain.
The slap that followed, like a rock's descent,
Left the operator reeling, his strength spent.
Blood gushed from the tree, a mystic's tale,
A metaphysical son, with wounds that would prevail.
The tree, once wounded, healed with mystic speed,
Leaving us in awe, our footsteps to proceed.
We fled the scene, with hearts that still quake,
A lesson learned, some secrets we'd rather not partake.
("Swastika Moon", 2025, original encaustic)
Swastika Moon
Luna with her light of darkness
Reflecting Sol on Gaia’s face
Dancing with restrained abandon
Swirls within this holy place
All four corners so aligned
Holding to the Northern Star
While the heavens spin in silence
As you wish, so we are
(3/31/25)
Through melting meadows and misty mazes,
The madman maestro moves the merry music;
Mystic mountains at the morn’ of magic
Make massive the melody of meek man.
keen orphic reader
cabalistic tendencies
mystical and keen
enigmatic strong
a master of the occult
lively prophecies
and a stellar wish for an ivory rose,
I weave with mystical beams~
as lanterns of love and lavender dreams
drift above meadows of metaphors,
dressing the horizon with sparks of kindness,
like a perfumed prose full of lilac stars…
O, Lake of the Mystical land
Budding with life small and grand
Provider of man and provider of land
Giver of sanctuary of birds all around
Harbour of beauty and pleasant sound
Many a lovers attracted to you
Transcend into heavenly plane trying to meet you
Your idyllic demeanor attract me to you
Is today the day I transcend into heavenly plane?
Will I be the one with nature through you?
It's not just the good news you deliver
Oh my you are so clever
You've been here forever and ever
Rejecting lovers is your old trope
Even if the lovers reach you with never-ending iver
Is it you or the afterlife they strive?
Your never-ending beauty creates strife
No, it is you they prize
Because other lovers go other ways
But all of them go in afterlife
My eyes have seen the shadows of God
His might was in my sight
He saw my sorrow
He saw my plight
In times of need I called on him
He knew my name
He knew my ways
My eyes have set upon the glory of God
He dwells within my temple
His spirit ever flows in my blood
Justice to see he belongs to me
I and my God are one
My God is who I have become
Buoyed and transported
part of Life's infinity
riding in the flow
are they green or amber?
do we call the hazel?
no matter, they are rare
as you are rare
with dark lashes,
you resemble a forest
mysteriously hiding something
I decide to dive into the thicket
like a deer, investigating,
yet a bit fearful of what I might find
in your verdent eyes, that see
better than most
you are mystical, magic
an anomaly that mystifies me
intriguing me at the same time
I am going to take a chance.
Life is a mystical muse inspiring
never ending creation
Creating gives life to ideas that lay
dormant in the mind
When this is done we open doors that
can never be closed
The mind is like a beautiful budding rose
ready to bloom
Like a mansion with many rooms there's
plenty of room for its clothes
Expansion leads to expeditions within self
that offer growth
To expedite this process you'll need to
grow & open up
Bloom like the flower you are to journey
on despite the thorns
& bumps in the road
Planting seeds that you wish to see
come to fruition
is the only way to grow
This is a great way to go though
it's a path
less traveled
The road to self-realization
is one that's
walked alone
In your own zone is where you'll
find the knowledge
that you seek
You're an open book & every time
you open your
eyes you take a peek
You are the question & answer so
to speak
but you must
know what to ask
This life is the best of all teachers
& you're in
a never ending class
In the mystical glow of the late evening,
Where the moonlight spills like silver tears on the window of silence,
I wander through the labyrinth of my thoughts and wonder,
Do you still think of me as you once did?
Do you still wait for me to appear,
Or did you mean it when you said you no longer need me?
I remember those chaotic moments,
When I was a wind lost in the storm,
And my time, like a broken clock, ruined your plans.
If I had known earlier that you would no longer care,
That you wouldn't even glance my way anymore...
Who has truly changed, you or me?
I just wanted to see you happy,
But it seems my absence now brings you peace.
Perhaps this is our final farewell,
A silent goodbye into the abyss,
I've realized that I too have fallen in love,
But you will never know.
In the mystical glow of the late evening,
Where the moonlight spills like silver tears on the window of silence,
I wander through the labyrinth of my thoughts and wonder,
Do you still think of me as you once did?
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