The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
For when the node of silver wood began its quiet rise,
The phantom lines of sovereign pride dissolved before their eyes.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
if a node in the sky were to rebel
leaving behind its carcass in decay
though far away it yet sounds a death knell
ominously thus prophesying doomsday
Refered to the hospital
Though Via my gp
When up on arrival
Now starting to worry
Suspected growth or cyst
Hopping it is not the big C
Refered to throat specialist
Also had fine needle biopsy
Something l did not anticipate
Back and fourth ,numuros scans
But l supose now that my fate
Then rests in their hands
Hoping l was for a diagnosis
What are chances of survival
Should l start my bucket list
What if it is though terminal
Now it seems l still await
The results of needle test
And my emotional state
It seems at this time a mess
Not making any future plans
Anything to put my mind at rest
Then l am told very swollen glands
An infected lymph node
never have guessed
Written febuary 2014 horrible time was really ill very scary time
all being one, a seamless whole
sees every node playing its role
tango dancing in slow motion
performing for our blissful soul
active at all times, is our soul star node
as we sense therefrom God’s blessings in-pour
this form is readied to be His abode
so we burn in this urn but keep no score
afloat in the boat God Himself does oar
we’re breath by breath by bliss magnetism led
in truth leaving nothing more to be said
each node of form highly dense living light
renewing itself just like a heartbeat
presence is thus poised in heightened delight
radiating deep within us cool heat
the grid a seamless steel band, bliss beat’s feat
energy pulsating though it’s yet still
we just look on, having surrendered will
An etheric drill whirs in our third eye,
guru and crown chakras following suit,
the vibrant bliss hum causing heart to sigh,
as breath by breath our stillness we reboot.
Navel to crown now is the central vein,
in as cognised, as a pillar of light,
wherein capsuled consciousness we retrain,
imbibing bliss, heightening heart’s delight.
Each node renews itself within itself,
as dynamic stillness whilst in motion,
etching within luminescence of Self,
where we as the drop become the ocean.
Sipping nectar of bliss as it does spill ~
We shape shift and metamorphose at will
locating the highest point on our head
we find there a node where magnetism spikes
assigning no meaning, by God’s hand led
as we give each bliss spasm a thousand likes
form sensing a shudder where rapture strikes
and as we pen these notes of bliss emotes
our vibrant presence in the void free floats
stillness motionless with peace-pulse humming
at source outside appearance of space-time
finds in organic form spine’s harp strumming
as music so sublimet, a soundless chime
heartbeat of God continuing to mime
where any node may take pole position
depending on where sparks bliss ignition
The silent hum of divine magnetism,
this morn has ignited the head ovoid,
heart, spine and all nodes in mind-body prism,
state of being-ness pure and unalloyed.
The tip of nose chakra whirs with vigour,
whilst the soul star node glistens on our head,
with toroidal heart as always demure,
looks to crown and third eye where bliss is bred.
All the vertebrae in our spine align,
fused together now as a seamless whole,
that thus though caged in form we feel divine,
radiating God’s light scriptures extol.
God’s hand, a disc of light, supports our back ~
Magnetised head to toe, we feel no lack
with heart our abode
and bliss drenched each node
transformed as the flame
we now have no aim
with bliss at forefront
we take no affront
at barbs, jibes and taunts
of ego that flaunts
light in each node etched
our hand is outstretched
impulsed by heart thawed
as servant of God
betwixt bliss beat’s chime
we lose sense of time
dwelling in the pause
in sync with God’s laws
IRIS
Little Jane ran to Mike
Joyfully jumping and hugging
Mike elated after long trip
Jane points to calm Iris
Linda, sweet Iris so listless,
Our sweet birdie not talking,
Over a week, Linda said teary eyes.
No singing, no wise crack, no mimic.
Mike held parrot with heavy heart.
Doctors after doctors node their head,
Final answer bulbar A L S
Came as stone on head.
Linda screamed why god why ?
drop a plumb line from the crown till the root
our central vein hums with potent power
ignited, it continues to reboot
flaming living light, an erect tower
piercing medulla, going up to crown
the spine is a secondary grid line
from crown to third eye, then all the way down
splitting form in two, yet both halves align
no chakra has a fixed coordinate
each node by itself represents the whole
free from gravity, so all levitate
dance beauteous, which all scriptures extol
there is nothing to say, much less to do ~
as we watch awestruck how bliss beats renew
Third eye to crown, a seamless whole,
connected with the spine,
each node within playing its role,
by choosing to align.
The staff of power glows
and soma nectar flows,
along pathways God knows.
Realm of renown ~
Third eye to crown
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