Metaphysics, Spirituality, Poetry and Photography
Fragrance lingers, pastel coloured bouquets—repressed vibrance fades in the void of private silence. Quiet places inside my deeper spaces. Alone with my nakedness, ritual bathing in moonlit rains, delicate truths exposed—loving whomever I choose. Je préfère partager ma…
I see them all within me—self-empowered first cause activists aroused by intensities of unfiltered sentience—we merge in rhythmic arrays of expanded consciousness. Brought together upon eternal lotus, we’ve gained rightful passage through the primal depths of thirty-two…
Early morning street people, day after day wading through the thick of their energies, I see no smiles offered, or barely detectable—a procession of near stoic facial expressions falling somewhere between grieved and relieved, belying their suppressed compassion for those in need of…
Nature’s child you are, birthed on solar winds—my interstellar future yet to arrive. Our energies endure as time-space anomalies, contracting and expanding to earthly merging of our breath. I feel you alongside during…
Many are the days dwelling inside me, dispassionate years that compose my solitude—I’m no longer preoccupied with the oppressive energies of this world. East moving thunder intrudes on golden plains, I weigh this life…
I’m a thousand leaves drifting down from ancestral trees—or perhaps an impetuous storm deviously tossing ruby red seas blazing beneath erupting flares of a lunar super corona. Bohemian improv is my ware, belligerent sautés refined to finesse a…
I never saw it coming. Raging grief casts aside my certainty, the surrealistic dethroning of a lifetime, I’m homeless and banished to castaway-littered streets where hope is nothing more than the preferred word to disguise our anguish when confronted…
Brushing away splintered remnants from the requisite demolition of my lesser self, a departed identity no longer eligible to inhabit this house. Old doorway opens to unrecognized space—alternative reality in waiting. Iridescent particles orbit ’round me—rising zealously in rays of fading sunlight,…
No lamentations for today’s generations, captive to tenets bred by invented pretensions borrowed from our lesser consciousness, living denials of cryptic infinities—causal lineages that have not served us well. Mourn the earth, our origin—sacred ground soon laid bare, magical elements…
Unruly cloudburst pummels the esplanade, tourist beach crowds sprinting for cover. Steadfast in the scurry, our eyes fixed upon each other—an imaginary embrace, strangers briefly entangled in sensual metaphors. Rain drops carelessly ricochet off sun-bleached concrete. You…
Aurora polaris divergence, the Lia Sudi paints her vibrance across my shoreline woods—en plein air color bursts, a poet’s sacred refuge. An ill-mannered loon discomposing my silence, a precarious lull in the cool twilight breeze—bohemian passions stirring within, remnants of uneasy memories. …
Lifeless long-ago images of my inner ruin, I often scrounged through the pungent dust snatching at puzzle pieces of myself—an implied rebuke for my reckless years and withheld tears. I dissolved those memories, lest they eternally bind me to a delusive life—I’m now free…
Blood simmers to lunar pulsations, expressing the lineage of hard-earned perspective—a formidable muse when confronting my decaying wreckage dragged forward from earlier life. Ancestral castles not in my past—only dark spaces and divergent intent until no thing…
Neck deep in a churn of Orwellian nightmares, and our strongest retort is passive indifference after we’re blindsided by ploys of supremacist pricks who conspire to assail our innate symmetry with each other. Gun wielding,…
Winter gusts cut from north lands, snow is silence—vastness within offers refuge. Singing until nightfall. Holding to stillness, forever invincible. Not knowing right or wrong, neither judgment nor hate. I simply am. Life…
Within years of our birth, we’re measuring our worth—a societal imposition coercing our comparison to faux personas called “other people.” We try to find a non-original fit that feels good-ish; until we un-become ourselves. …
We see your human absurdity, the unsettled manifestations of quaint perceptions claiming moral superiority. You’re jammed into horizontal gravity, unable to find your …
Our brains are burning from words …
Silent tears of one, the anguish of many and we can’t break free from the vice-like clutches of cannibals strewn throughout our lives, poised to devour all we would be…. …
I defy the throes of fate wresting away my morrow, …
Change is the prime inevitable, a linear extent of not always graceful evolutions cutting into our plan “A”. We’re never granted license as disengaged observers but still, when faced…
everyone makes talk with me, no one groks who I am—or even could, according to probability paradigms built upon the absenteeism principle…
My thoughts are gentle as nightfall’s mist bathing leaves of a willow, I’m the prime expression of created beingness. Solitary flute from across the lake, green-eyed girl sharing her harmony …
Early morning stroll, litter-strewn sidewalks, congested with wary eyes—I visualize a freeze frame en noir et blanc, no camera in my hands. Urban clutter is stifling, I veer down an alley towards the shore, my feet caressed by…
Inseparable in those younger days, we’d skip on our friends opting instead for worthy dares, each one ending with a mutual offering of in-each-other’s-face warrior roars, your fiery red double pony tails whipping mightily. We feared nothing then. A family relocate, you…
I lived an unintended youth, desperate to flee never spoken of darkness, stealing rebellious moments alone like a shifty vagrant anonymously silhouetted against monochrome grey, raggedly convex horizons. I outlasted them all—they who would have broken me, no…
From a myriad of dreams I know this place, virgin forest pulsating inside me—an intimate presence I often encounter in moments of spatial shifts to my innerness. …
Out the door at sunrise, juxtaposed against sultry silhouettes painted in alleyways, ruthlessly stalked by acoustic shadows. We fancy ourselves romantic bards and written word insurgents, but we never pen anything reminisced by…
Beneath this pier I often encounter my tenth dimension space, onshore waves surge soundlessly in my consciousness. Once a humble soul, before I became immortal, I now compose resonant…
My visionary notions converge upon an amphidromic point, cloaked within the Onnydria Flux. They disperse in their search along cotidal lines, saturating promiscuous shores with rainbow-hued swaths, graffitied across weather-beaten…