love

Bloodstream

Your red coral blanket
Beads into strings
Pulling for the dance
Will the swirl of our DNA crash only,
Into sweet nothings ?

While these superimposable symbols
Consume my ever so present consciousness,
Your vestments cover me like the clouds
Keeping me from all that scorches
Near the streams of the jungle
As we play in the light

Artist: Jeyamohan

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Echo Muses

King of Flowers

Manushya,
What are you running away from?
That park?
Your landscape is abundance of ten thousandfold,
Of crystal glistening visitors
With a spread of splendour roses;
Those parcels unwrapped and laid under the sun
For your tour is coming towards an end
You’re not running you say
But ascending out of the envelope
Becoming…
Pesh Deva
You step out faithfully
And your eternal soul hangs up that dressed matter

For: Puspesh

Art: instagram artist @mcptato

 

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Kryptonite, Mental Health

Rupture

Rupture

Feels like an eternity chill on the rank,
As a rook passes through my heart
The forget-me-nots decay
The white elephant just fades,
To that room
Filled with regretfully sandblasted sculptures
The opportunities never fully-opened
Like fallen snowflakes on shoes,
Melting and evaporating
Sinking truth broken
Particle by particle
Pressure released
Downpour to the deep

 

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Relationship

Dark Matter

Friend, hide into that dark-
cherry winter conversation.

How does the vine to vine manifest
the continual of dying and coming back?

Seek his question fiercely.
Sense a sorrowful approach,
imperfect blue.
Linguistics the shadow of rusted truths.

For he is a newfound mystery.
You share in this elusive gathering;
beyond form, touch, and time.

Without the weight of mercury,
the icy smack of Neptune,
the toiling of Jupiter, or
Mars, the insufferable.

He is dark matter.
An exotic empty space.

 

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mythos

Moira’s nightly weaving

Moira’s nightly weaving
Beginning evermore!
Silver threads spinning pass orbiting space debris,
so delicately the bundle on spindle

Measured in spoonfuls of three
Dropped in the cauldron of quintessence
Simmering down to mortal coils
Cut with the mystic’s wand

Swirling web of blood prisms,
Poured into marrow vessels
Weld through the mouth of iron-flint fabric
To emerge the fractal fire pattern

Seam by seam….determining
How sudden is the sever day
How quick is the tangled night

Art: Sól Hrafnsdóttir

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Imprints, love

Imprints: Mary Mackey’s Poetry

The Kama Sutra of Kindness: Position No. 2

“should I greet you
as if
we had merely eaten
together one night
when the white birches
dripped wet
and lightning etched
black trees on your walls?
it is not love
I am asking
love comes from years
of breathing
skin to skin
tangled in each other’s dreams
until each night
weaves another thread
in the same web
of blood and sleep
and I have only
passed through you quickly
like light
and you have only
surrounded me suddenly
like flame
the lake is cold
the snows are sudden
the wild cherry bends
and winter’s a burden
in your hand I feel
spring burn in the bud.”

Mary Mackey 1987
From “The Dear Dance of Eros”

The Kama Sutra of Kindness: Position Number 3

“It’s easy to love
through a cold spring
when the poles
of the willows
turn green
pollen falls like
a yellow curtain
and the scent of
Paper Whites
clots
the air
but to love for a lifetime
takes talent
you have to mix yourself
with the strange
beauty of someone
else
wake each morning
for 72,000
mornings in
a row so
breathed and
bound and
tangled
that you can hardly
sort out
your arms
and
legs
you have to
find forgiveness
in everything
even ink stains
and broken
cups
you have be willing to move through
life
together
the way the long
grasses move
in a field
when you careen
blindly toward
the other
side
there’s never going to be anything
straight or predictable
about your path
except the
flattening
and the springing
back
you just go on walking for years
hand in hand
waist deep in the weeds
bent slightly forward
like two question
marks
and all the while it
burns
my dear
it burns beautifully above
you
and goes on
burning
like a relentless
sun”
Mary Mackey, 2006
From “Breaking The Fever”

Painting: Owen Gent

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