Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Existence for now

My heart unlocks to those wet green eyes that cry.
Matted lashes mirrors the summer rain clinging to the pines.
Syd Barrett singing Golden Hair from no certain distinction ahead.
Grasping through the spruces.
Passing the rotation, fear has fallen apart.

To the Middle Way, hereafter;
Each spokes connected within the whirlwind of my lungs.
The oval window in my ear.
My belly of a thousand folded flowers.
The zenith tides in my eyes.
My voice plunging into midnight.

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“Evening Song” by Gottfried Keller

Eyes my dear little windows,
Give me a little longer the fairest glows of vision
Be kind, let the images in,
For someday you shall grow dim!

No sooner shall the light have ceased
And the tired lids close than the soul shall have peace;
She will fumbling take off her walking shoes
And lay her down in the coffin’s gloom.

Still, she will see two glimmering sparks,
Like two little stars in the inner dark,
‘ Till they, too, waver and finally die,
As though by the wing of a butterfly

And still will I roam in the evening fields,
With only the sinking star for a friend;
Drink in, oh eyes, all your lashes can hold
Of the golden abundance of the world!

For Hermann Rorchach, a light dimmed out to soon.

Art Gustvaย Klimt

 

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Collaborative poems, Lunar Poems

Battling the Sun

I found the king in my sour patch kids.
Summoning me to him.
Inch by inch.
The patchwork of truth beneath his sweet release.
Matted and mired in the threadbare trails of my existence.
All my thoughts encumbered into one, like the great shadow occulting the sun.
Moments before the light links to the dark.
I know the iconic gestalt will not escape my mind.
Now darker, as the black spirals into the white.
The nightingale consoles all the day’s dissonance.
While the chaffinch closes his eyes as he rushes the earth.
Which hand from which god reached into the heavens?
To blot out the sun and cover us with black oil.
Stuck down with feathers and falterings that overcome one another.
Reaching across each contour that shifts and shivers in our temporary aphotic zone.
Treading water with the creatures of the lunar deep.
Beholding the moonshadow through the trees.

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Images from Pinterest and Dark Souls III
Collaboration with Havoc and Consequence

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Art Illustration + Poems, Ceramics + Writing

Katie’s Getaway

There’s something in her eyes
Bilateral memories of
An invitation
A home

Her intentions are intelligible,
As you’re at the edge, blinded by
Her seductive rapport
To flip suddenly rapturously into the deep
With seahorses …. her fleeting motherhood qualities

An enigma to nature
She’s never the color red coming towards you
Always receding into, fathomless blue
Until you follow, to be,
Pulled down into, what seems to be, mermaid treachery
Don’t battle yourself
Compassion is not deception

Words and Art by: NaRa

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Mental Health, Mine Na Poem

Resplendent Rainbow

How I feel you
On the prowl
I’m the projector of emotional auras
Your titillating colors slip and slid over me like silky ribbon ties
No longer a fixation of identity,
As my rigid selves enter nature’s magical transplanting
Submerged in NaNa, the greens of Nara’s richness of empathy
The arching of hope

Yet, in times there comes a counterpart in my being
A pulling away from the vivid arc in the horizon
And the colors muddle down into one block of black rune, resting on my chest

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Mental Health

Ardorous Air

Found myself again
in a fountain of exuberance
I’m zealous as climbing roses
are towards the sunshine,
Until I’m wavering pale,
jumbling in the moonlight
Navigating through
margaritaceous streams
By the silvery meadow,
rising as a helium exit

Basking above
all my historical lamentations
Up in the stellar tower
Mesmeric fireworks
booming and springing neurons
Remembering
A God within
That asked,
“What’s your favorite color?”
You said, “YOU, if you can be ephemeral, a God, colorless and odorless.”

                                    Words: Nara & Photograph: David Johnson

 

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