*_“panentheism? / or pantheism?” / “body and soul, / mind -god / body – Jesus / soul – spirit / trinity! / father, son, spirit / past, present a…
Add Ushna Sardar to your watchlist As He Watched His Universe Die it’s fabulous piece of art by linaji!! thank you so much my deart friend!!
These TEN things will enable you to start connecting more directly to the higher levels of Universal Life Force Energy and to start co-cr…
A selection from: / Plan BE, Secrets of the Divine Feminine / www.gotoplanbe.com © 2009 TERRY HINKLE
Sensing the outcroppings / of your inward expanse / I trace / each line, / wrinkle, / and seemingly innocent / curve, twist, and warm / subtle ...
This is, quite simply, a poem about love and how it crosses all borders; how it finds its match, other, love through time, circumstance, and any earthly obstical. this is a poem of love and the expression, joy, and timelessness of it.
Your scent / hangs / off of my skin, like dreams / from a poor man’s / pocket: endless / and loud; / so loud, I want to break into a sprin…
This is a poem of the senses: scent inparticular, and how it can make a lover swoon, sweat, and make them raise their love’s left behind shirt to their closed, eye face, taking in the only remnants left of the one they had to leave behind, for whatever reason. it is a poem of longing, sense, and living in this sometimes, unforgiving earthly world. P.S-I just wrote this yesterday, so it may need a little tweeking yet, but I wanted to post it anyway. :)
Episode 5.005 of the ever-continuing saga that is the Game of Kings
Episode 5.005 of the ever-continuing saga that is the Game of Kings / Text: Danny / Statue art: Scott Robinson / Montage: NoFrillsArt /
I write what blows forth / with the heaving wind; / through the trees that speak – / from the open fields / off the vast blue sea… I write…
just another poem (in diminished hexaverse form) on writing; and how I do not choose what I write… I simply write what comes.
I would be in your mouth / for hours, / days, months, years! / For as long as there is breath / within my lungs, / to make it so… If I …
Kissing at the depth of love – the sharing of soul, is a most holy experience.
…uncreated by the guttural breath / that first breathed – Soul I came knowing, / like a pre-filled husk / of spiraling marrow / hold…
If ye beseech the quest for time to come / before the last of all ye days are waste, / then what of snow that drips on birthing plumb - / wi…
A sonnet. I do love sonnets.
Black licorice / dripped down / her parting, sideways face. Time stood on end, / listening / through her dripping ears, / for snow - ...
Alone with the stars / She is no longer afraid / Free now from the web / Heaven awaits her magic / Her lover waiting in trust Alone with t…
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! / Butterfly
A clear blue light precedes her trance / where she’s reborn amid her dreams, / while floating up, her mind a stream; / her wraithlike gown …
a dreamy dreamer’s, 8 syl italian sonnet. / Another one for the dreamers / and intergalactic humans. / you know who you are.:)
Defined by lips and passion’s voice, / one’s garden grows or rots – your choice each spoken thought will rise, traverse / and swirl abou…
thoughts are things. / period.
My closed lids / drip / each / separate / outcome – one side black / like mile-an-hour tar, / one side white / as newborn snow _which way…
Dark/Light/Neutral. / This was written with a clear image in my mind: an undefined face, one eye tearing black, one eye tearing white; pooling at the mouth. / and one eye watching it all roll
I am asleep, / always just past the door of here / but awake / at any knock. I am naked, / a diagonal butterfly, / directions unknown. / ...
The theif of eyes, come to steal the missing piece from those who live between dreams.
i’m lost as to what / words want from the likes of me. / i’m just not that good. / clearly, there’s been some mistake; / why choose a ghost t…
Tanka sequence on why I bother continuing to write poetry when there are others who can convey the great secrets so much better than I.
poetry… these are the records / our engineers left behind / the secret god words / strung with stars on subtle threads / sewn into p…
When cast upon this hostile shore / I didn’t lose my faith nor curse / This nutshell opened up for me / Lorenzo’s painted universe
I started writing short verses for a series of paintings: “Eighteen Images in Search of a Poet” by Lorenzo Castello. / If you haven’t seen the Tanka verses, also written for this series by Jane Solomon, they are well worth a read, as are a number of other lovely poems by various artists which you’ll find as comments on the images. / I decided to join my verses together as one long and semi-cohesive poem, the meter is not consistent because I wrote a number of these as stand alone verses and had already posted them as comments. I have tried to tie them in and I think it works after a few reads to get the rhythm sorted. I have also recorded it right here I’d like to thank Lorenzo for the inspiration and for permission to include his wonderful images here. Click the images for a better view 1/18 / 2/18 / 3/18 / 4/18 / 5/18 / 6/18 / 7/18 / 8/18 / 9/18 / 10/18 / 11/18 / 12/18 / 13/18 / 14/18 / 15/18 / 16/18 / 17/18 / 18/18 /
I WAS RAISED ON A DIET OF CATHOLIC GUILT, / FEAR, SHAME, HYPOCRISY AND LIES! “ BLESS ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED!! / GI…
INSPIRED BY THE HELL OF A CATHOLIC CHILDHOOD!!
The Universe
All of space / a raven’s wing, / and every star / his treasure he holds the earth deep / within his beak - / our moon between / its vice gri…
More stream of consciousness writing that is up for interpretation. / it was just an image I got and ran with.
It is in the heartbeat of a new day’s birth / In the aching solitude, the quiet aloneness / In the vigilant veil of the morning mist / In t…
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other children live out there beyond the stars we see at night, beyond the planets we’ve named and comets that form our galaxy
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. ~ Einstein Do you know on every planet there are children too? I can’t speak to them but I know they exist ~ Lisa Humans are naturally curious. I have faith that one day we will meet these other children with eyes wide open…for we are still curious. I hope you all know what I mean when I say “them” in this piece. And I hope you know what I mean when I call ourselves “children.” Other pieces that form this puzzle in my mind: / Dianoia / The True Revolutionary
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