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
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
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
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By The Silver Poet
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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 heat machine, self perpetuated,
momentum keeping it strong.
Inner walls are sliding, a freakish velocity of
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
I can breathe
I am nothing
no more than moving air
A fork in the path appears
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
ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me
and thrusts me in glossy, sweet projection……
I merge my points of allowing taking only THIS step
Enjoy your fabulous fabrication and
Yes FEEL the toffee gold sun in between your toes
angel choirs and crickets
spinning god birds
beaking through cracks,
at thought worms
but breath opens doors,
and tapping a maple flow
Where buildings are people
compressed, transparent and towering
a metaphoric world
of shafted crystal noise
and waves of impermanent heat
…………fly in !
tunnels of copper
cauldrons of wishful thought
and sensual delight
to warm one beyond
so swirling skyward
I break out of my leather
and into a pattern of potential re me m be ring
and then others…
for nought but a thought of something
and it falls
a flare in the mind, a surge through the heart, a movement a mark,
a warm tongue without words and pigment coats eager fingers.
Water cuts through mountains, a creature, a creative, a volcanic eruption….
Inspiration is my lover.
I AM EXCITED to share with you my latest major creation The Art Of Kundalini Inspirational Card deck.
If anyone has read my Kundalini article they will know that integration of this energy into my physical being and life has been a strong and real (sometimes frightening) always rewarding and ongoing experience for me.
Since meeting my Kundalini and really consciously beginning my personal development journey I have been enthusiastically wishing to share my philosophy with others.
These cards I have created are simple reminders that we are energy and light. Combined with images of my artwork they can be used as tools to trigger your own awakening.
If I had only one message for others as they travel the world of enlightenment and energy and Kundalini it would be to SURRENDER, allow your body mind to let go as best you can and the whole journey will be so much easier.
If you are interested in learning more about
The Art Of Kundalini please go to The Art of Kundalini Card Page
You are also invited to download the FREE Art of Kundalini ebook which accompanies the cards (but you don’t need the cards to enjoy it).
Thanks for all your wonderful presence
no matter the jubilant ribbons that string from me
or strike in desperate sheets
of seething frustration
like a lion to the golden ground
it sings, this blind thing,
like a sword
stripping notes from the sky
sweet lopping of heads
a silver screen, pops and jumps
making obvious the distortion that laps at my heart
more and more I laugh and yet it stays.
I hoped the laughing would coax it to light where it would fold over
revealing sharp edged flatness
but it seems the hoping just gives it a platform
and only acceptance offers hope
but that gives it a platform
that begs the acceptance that offers hope………. that gives….
I spy another world…and another…….and another
beyond this one
of luminous beast
and check pointed illusion
here is captured light
high ceilings with natural drama
dropping into our cave we journey
but for our fearful weapons
our brightly decorated, flaccid spears
hollow controversial elements
reflect internal wars
and visions flow like water across our limestone walls
this is a world where birds make laws
and foxes follow
The sky’s flip like files
no skin properly separates
toes are numb and cold feet slip
foolish seeking of silence
made of dew
row row row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream