A whirlwind of gradual pleasure

 

life is my pleasure

unremarkable, determined thoughts driving into

the calm, fertile bay of cosmic consciousness.

It is purity sweeping over me

interrupted only by

hot pebbles rolling

in my shoulders and hips,

My

brush is

thick and wet

consolidating energy

parting , breasting , gliding , angling

on it’s rambunctious journey

flexed green toes

bounding past

tribespeople standing,

deceptively still

nodding

with god’s eyes

peeking over cups of sun

minds like water….

knots are unravelling, unconvincingly  tied in the first place,

clots draining away

till the sickness is nought but a dribble

a drip

a coagulating puddle of tar

used for other unnecessary things…..

but all

becoming a whirlwind of gradual pleasure

SONY DSC

I AM Change- 30 Day Change Challenge

SONY DSC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello there, Just interrupting normal erratic poetry postings to let you know about something pretty darn cool

but only IF you are in the mood for some……

conscious

life affirming

permanent

CHANGE!

Sometimes when we are on a conscious journey of self-discovery we hit a kind of plateau where

although we KNOW something needs to give we not sure what or how to go about it.

Well I have put together a course which involves 30 days of diligence  in order to shift your sticky bits ;) and help you get on with this phenomenon called life.

The program involves tasks, art related and otherwise, focused thought and much much more…come through on this link to watch me ramble on some videos and read more about it :)

http://www.wild-woman.com

love, Arna

Don’t Listen To The Bells

 

games involving firewood

result in splinters

..

the ants go marching one by one

hurrah hurrah

THE ANTS GO MARCHING ONE BY ONE….

..

floored by lino and valium her apron is stuck between her legs

crumpled and damp

tense air on slack cheeks

he is gone and he is still here slapping her rightness in the face

those were some hairy hands

 

..

she remembered when they glimmered light with certainty

rubbing off in subtle patterns

delicious and secretive

telling stories of church bells and worn stone, folding like sugar creme

turning up the heat.

..

the bells

they

wind this city down, clip the folders shut,  bring adventure to a close

..

a directive not a soothing

a belt not a swing

a confine not a win

..

and we are laughing on clouds with our feet dangling in a robust swamp brimming with colour and life.

10003462_652884564779092_157353742_n

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sibella Poetry Magazine Looking for GREAT poets to submit work!

 

Hi everyone thought I would regale you of this opportunity to showcase your work :) at the same time as tell you I am in this edition.

Arna Baartz AD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Actually I was a winner in their comp so will be in a few upcoming editions.

Enter your work or simply ENJOY!

Sibyl Magazine: For the Spirit and Soul of Woman

http://pnder.com/SibPr/APRIL-MAYSibyl2014.pdf

Sibella Poetry Magazine: Poetry To Set the Soul Aflame

http://pnder.com/SibPr/APR-MAYSibella2014%20.pdf

APR_MAY Sibella Poetry COVER 2014

By The Silver Poet

Swallow The sea

 

So now today

I awake and I KNOW

this ….universe….. is …..food!

I open my mouth and fill

like the little Chinese boy who swallowed the sea

I inhale this swirling chocolate

and marshmallow fishes school into rainbow wells

I imbibe this fizzy tang that crashes like waves

decorating inner cliffs with lines that match the evolving

artful universe

worn by time into fine ballet

I feel the citrus tang as it licks its invitation

inside the skin

and with a burst of excellence

the red sky morphs in a chilli glaze

my blood paints figures on caves

and like the little chinese boy I can only hold the ocean for so long

before my jaw drops

and I pretend to forget again

http://www.artofkundalini.com

1962764_639343852799830_16321128_n

Purple Peace Bringer

BIG FAVOUR!!!

My Tshirt Design ‘Purple Peace Bringer’ is in a competition and the lucky winner will  get their  design printed on shirts!

PLEASE I would LOVE YOUR VOTE!! I am in third place at the moment.

it is through The Paper Rain Project on Facebook

Click tshirt for link>>

1653701_654808181231854_914000866_n-2

My Dusted Skin

 

My  white body

coated like cake

my heart stretched

against dancing ribs

crying and pushing at quantum buttons.

This metaphoric desperation

forms storm cells

and knighted beings

create artworks on my knees.

I am moving me forward

mind cracked and allowing

a vessel,

a heat machine, self perpetuated,

momentum keeping it strong.

Inner walls are sliding, a freakish velocity of

swirling contents

pigmented

with inspired action

plucked from a point

of connected vibration.

My dusted skin is priceless and my head prickles and burns

and then…. THEN!

I am made leopard as the clouds release their scent

and finally

I can breathe

YES

I am nothing

no more than moving air

1460971_630498300351052_89153177_n

 

 

The Fabulous Fabrication

 

A fork in the path appears

whilst I,

knee deep in nude undoing

Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave,  resist the opal footprint,

nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this

glowing movement forward

OR

ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me

OUT

and thrusts me in glossy, sweet projection……
I merge my points of allowing taking only THIS step

Enjoy your fabulous fabrication and
FEEL
Yes FEEL  the toffee gold sun in between your toes

SONY DSC

 

Polishing Diamonds

A vibration
A Singing
angel choirs and crickets
bringing magic
and
cellular dancing
calling forth
spinning god birds
beaking through cracks,
tugging
at thought worms
and light….
green
earthy lullabies
soothe
but breath opens doors,
polishing diamonds
and tapping a maple flow
1482953_597904260277123_62891231_n