The 1st of 3; illustrative guides to the workings of the universe, magicks and the migration of the soul. A set of keys are included. Some information is intentionally incorrect, the idea being that through discovering the mistakes the viewer will have learnt and will be able to evolve the information themselves.
Collage in Photoshop, uses natural elements, geometric architectural design and an extract from one of my poems.
Soft and compulsory strings, edged with the morning dew
Hold my heart to you, bind my fevered fingers
Against your skin
To leave trails
Five by five
All along your arms
Running with your veins
Past the arc of ventricles
The beat of me is pushed
About your form
within these eyes that see you,
that witness your presence
you are eternally young
and wild
such as is the nature of a wild thing
born bucking and deep of breath
yet destined to find her way
to calm and gentle riversides
where clear water reflects the stars
and ones eternal face
back into the universe
and I stand fast
to weather the storm
turn no cheek against that wind
it rides high, rides fast
bringing feelings
to sick stomachs
and dark silence
to an unwell mind
I can be found
Sleeping deeply
With one arm out
The other against my chest
A mantra upon my lips
To my lost ship
Come home to me, come home
A curious creature
It seems I cannot leave you
Or could not
As now it has occurred
And life has somewhat lost its light
Whilst signets and swans cried
A crow set to the sky
Calling out against the dawn
Turn back, turn back
Shed no mourning upon this day
We are fallen leaves
We are the messenger of winter
Come to call once more
Upon your human heart
If I were to leave one stone
Placed well upon the ground
So that it might be discovered
And held
I would embed into its core
A jewel of such beauty
That when held up to the sun
It would sing
If I were to leave one song
Placed well into a mind
So that it might be sung
Aloud
I would weave into its chords
A sound of such beauty
That when heard by souls
They would shine
If I were to shine one light
Out into the night
So that it might guide
And lead
I would colour its shard
With the warmth of love
That it might find you
And you might know
The beauty of your life
The ocean licks up against the shoreline
And I wonder where you are
And how you allow me to continue like this
Absent from you,
Taking ages and tides into my self
Why this long wait, why this incarnation
Down here
And I understand there is work to be done
Stars to light
And ships to guide home
But I had a promise,
Long ago now
For kind company
And kisses
My eternal life so wonderfully bound into the heart and hands of human form
I can sleep the most epic of sleeps
And slide through space
Without time
To wake each day
Anew
Yet curious of the absence of you
Each night I’m sure I find you
Or in strange ways you meet me smiling at the sunset
But this life is full and must be counted on more than two hands
The frost sets in fast tonight
Up on the terrace it falls
Settles upon skin
Wriggles inside bones
And brings breath to hang
In air
Long seconds tick themselves to sleep
Slight moments tied and wrapped
I am so heavy these days, so set within this life
And the majicks I once felt still glitter
But distant like the pulsing ships upon an eternal horizon
I long for your gaze, your connected face
And words to tumble out over your lips
Trickle down my throat
Fill my lungs and curl themselves about my spine
I am so simply
And so softly
Waiting for you
To wake me from this sleep
The crane tilted his head sideways
“Whatcha doing cat?” he asked
The cat looked up at the crane
“What does it look like boy, I’m singing” she replied
The crane hopped down to where the cat was and said
“Yes, yes.. I know this but who are you singing to?”
The cat looked at the crane and wiggled her nose before replying
“To the moon of course, dear boy”
The crane looked up at the moon and back at the cat
“Does she listen cat?” he asked, “Does she ever sing back?”
The cat looked at the crane and tiled her head sideways
“Why are you asking me questions you know the answer to?” she asked
The crane looked at her with a shocked expression..
“ME?” he said, “Why I’m just a boy.. I don’t know these things!”
“You monster!!” she cried, “You are making a joke with me!!”
The cat pounced upon the crane and bit him with a soft bite
“HAHAHAAHAha” laughed the crane
“Come on girl, I’ve made some cake” he giggled
The cat hopped up and looked at the crane with half closed eyes
“Wicked boy!!” she mouthed
“Love you too” replied the crane and gave her a kiss on her nose
When such things occur, like soot may form
Around the base of your heath
Like your ground may become uneven
From your passing
Then love this event
It means your fire has burned brightly
That your journey continues
And static has no place within the score of your life’s coda
When stomachs wish for no food
When eyes, though weary and wishing for sleep
Can take no such rest
Love this
It means you are full on your experience
That your vision is engorged
With the lights and trails
Of these stars that crumble
And collapse
Throughout all your life
There has been one constant
At every turn
A single marker remains
With your face
Though ever changing
Your beautiful soul rides on
And loves this
Your human life
Sometimes so lost
Oft so small
Your human life
That brings you love
And loss
the wave which carries you home
The fine, the fair
The well weathered
And slightly discoloured
By the sun
The soft and thinning
Spanning between poles
Collapsed and held under
Weighted by time
These moments and markers
These small pieces that prove I was here
That I loved
And that I lost my breath
How far we fall and fumble into this
How very well we traverse along meandering breadcrumb trails
I did it all this time, as I was asked
I became
As I was ordered
I appeared
Desperate and giant I met you
To slip fevered across your lips and down your throat
So strange these choices we wear
So elicit and raw
These pieces act as piercing rays
To turn my gaze from you
There are many rides
All rides are good
All rides are different
But there are many rides
the sky alight, soft focused through night
turning galaxies give rise to universe
it opens up
to take me in
to take me home
into the sea
my epic birth
this time around
landed me this place
to seek out soul
to shine into eyes
this realm of humans
of children playing roles
so sweetly forgotten
and so sharply turning on their hearts
to keep on and on
it steals my experience
and binds me
like salt circles left by our passing
these markers of time
these twists
Something so strange
happened that night
As you left me alone
and I turned to the stars
I remembered how homesick I am
and my soul took my spirit
into its arms
covering the absence of you
here
on view
as is
after hauntings of ourselves
roots traversed
and undun
like trails in the snow
It was put to me once, that I am fate
Ce destin est mon nom
But this is untrue
I am no such creature, yet a creature I am after all
Though
My name is of no matter here, for time ticks us away
And this… is the issue…
I consider though, that there is merit in this title
That by my hand the universe turns
And by my will the innumerable sands of time are blown
To fall and form into some reality
Which reflects
A desire I expressed
…consciously or not
So curious then
This event
And I stutter inside
With horror and concern
At the prospect that i
Made all things so
But ego, ego… ego
I am no task master for the stars
And I am no grandmaster of chess
Who places pieces always 4 steps ahead within his mind
Yet,
I cannot escape this strange feeling through recollection of my past
That I did indeed play my hidden hand and pull celestial strings
To alter the universe
And that my friends, is some heavy shit
It’s a hard concept to swallow and an even harder one to utilise
Yet for all intents and purposes
This seems to be the way
So what now, then?
Well, it seems to me that positivity shall remain
That I should not and shall not harbour shadows within my heart
Nor allow them to guide my step
Lest I fall
I consider the romance of tragedy and I’m filled with remorse for loving her so
But of course, all remorse is nothing but desire for something to be other than that which it already is…
So I release this
And I release me
Into the arms of destiny
Into the soft embrace of fate
With the intention that I should hold no intention
Other than to observe and adore that which is before me
To honour these moments as they languidly nudge into each other
Creating this play before my eyes and heart
This love for which I have incarnated only once
This life we all live
I consider these things and feel small
I consider these things and feel…
I feel considered, I feel planned
I feel the function of the thought of existence itself
Like a soft giggle
And an invite
To play
As if it were a morning kiss it moved up spine, carried itself over my shoulders and past my neck toward my ear
So suddenly it was bestowed upon me, that it came as a surprise
But gentle still, as a breeze may pass you by in summer evenings… it arrived
“wake”
And all of a sudden… I… am… here
Reminded of such majicks
And whispering out verse as I fall asleep
I am humbled
The most secret of my selves shines though in greeting you
Called out to play
We stand as giants and it feels correct to be this, just children playing a kind and wonderful game
à cache-cache avec des âmes
It is far from my nature to go uninvited, to step into shade or glen
Without wink, sparkle or nod
Though I am a curious creature by nature, I am here by design; by summoning
There are some to whom I belong, lives into which I am woven
Others lean or lend themselves my way
And for my failings I follow these encounters
To be human
Much of this universe has passed in this way for me; slight aspects have twinkled or tumbled through and out of my gravity.
There is a vacuum though still, a marker for where Queen Mab fell
That strange day where we all died a little death
So then to now, to moments new and present
To time and her passing
To this song lingering upon my lips
Curling and creeping up to your ear
Or i
How very old we have become
Because you have wished it so, we endure
Have found ourselves of breath and blood
Because you wished it so
The world without end
Yet all you ever have to do is ask or wink or sparkle or nod
and
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The cat lay curled up in the moonlight, breathing ever so lightly; not even a whisker twitched as she slept.
The crane sat watching her and tried to time his breathing with hers, slow his heartbeat down and in this way feel a little of where she was.
As she slept and as he shared her breathing he looked up, out the window and toward the stars.
‘I love you so very much’ he said to them in his mind, ‘I love you more than I love myself and each night when I see you I miss you all terribly’.
The stars looked down on him, silent and twinkling in the night sky.
‘I love you all, I truly do’ he said, but this time he sent the words out from his chest.
The stars looked down on him, beside the cat and silently twinkled in the night sky.
‘I love each and everyone one of you and it feels like an ache’ he said and he felt his chest rise and his heart pour out.
The stars looked down on him, small and distant from them in the night sky as they sat silently.
‘As much as I love you and as much as I miss you’ he began, ‘I love this creature beside me in a way that makes me feel outside of myself’ he continued as he looked down at the cat.
‘I love this girl here more than I could ever say and when I feel this love I don’t think I am myself anymore’ he said, watching the cat breathe; ‘I feel like I am up there with you, like I am a star’ he said and bent down to kiss the sleeping cat.
The cat felt him brush against her and stirred a little, opening her eyes she saw the crane with the night sky behind him and she smiled a wide and kindly smile.
“oh I love you crane’ she said, ‘you look so beautiful with the stars behind you, just like a dream I was having’.
The cat rose herself up a little and kissed the crane softly
“Come lay with me” she whispered, “see if we can’t fall into the same dream’
The crane lay down beside the cat and they curled up with each other, soon enough they fell asleep and soon enough they both began to dream.
The stars looked down upon them, silent and distant in the night sky as the cat and the crane slept, both breathing in time with each other… both twinkling……
and their beauty caused the stars to ache and whisper to each other how wonderful they felt when they thought of how much they loved that boy and that girl.
