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Playlist Poetry Saturday Expressions

Visions | Session 8

Visions
A Poem in 27 Songs

Runtime: 1hr 49min

I keep waiting to
See You Again
walking into
The Place That I Work

If I Hated You
I’d be
Happier Than Ever
to see
You’re Not Standing Like You Used To
but I don’t

In Sleep
you become
Something Strange
and I dream
The Road Ahead is Golden
I dream you’re
Elvis
13
times

When I’m Alone,
Stoned and Alone
or
Staring at the Sun
or 
When the Night is Over
Almost Everything
reminds me of you
has me
Running Home to You
begging you to be my 
Savior

yet you’re running away:
So Human of You
to want to go back to
The Night We Met

while I want
Nothing Else
but to dance in
The Kitchen
the feeling
Comes and Goes in Waves
so I put my 
Heart in a Cage

Letting Go
I’m protected from
Fallin’

Up Here
I’m protected from the
Fire and the Flood

for you’re a
Pyro
and my heart is tinder

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Visual Artwork

Happy Portraits

Oil and Acrylic paintings
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Firescape Fridays Philosophy

Acceptance | FF 12

What does not come naturally must be taught.

What must be taught must be practised.

That which comes naturally must also be practised.

That is one goal.

Patient practise.

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Thirsty Thursday | Who Will Love Me?

Who will love me?

When I am apart from this world

When I stand alone, refusing to be
wrecked by a cellphone superglued to my senses,
application addiction gone awry

When I refuse to partake in modern convention
preferring soft and spiky summer grass between my toes,
humidity sucking sweat to the surface of my skin,
lying upon rocks under thick air,
thick branches bearing bright green canopies,
thousands of thirsty leaves, some yellow and release
reminders that this moment is temporary,
and the Fall will come

Who will love me then?

When I bake appled pies and over-romanticize
the long shadows of autumned evening walks
my season of spiders, ripping through webs
strung out over trails,
boasting my bravery – no more fear of fine-legged friends
just as precious a life, so I give love
I give compassion, knowing these virtues are
given not taken, the cause of the effect,
happiness

Why, then, do I ask for love?

Believing the grasping, the craving
its fulfilment will make me whole, and I
will never want again –
a lie
like salt water quenching thirst
impossible
and possibility
still believed

Who will love me when I am
under a spell of such insanity?

And who will guide me out of this suffering?
Permanently?

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Poetry

Escape

She gets dressed up
Somewhere nice to go
Maybe she’ll meet someone
And be happy for a moment or so

Still, she remembers
Death looms ever close
She’ll lose this appearance forever
And reckon what karma throws

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Firescape Fridays

Trajectory | FF 11

How are people so deluded to believe war will not end up on our own doorstep after all of this?

Do what matters.

Love. Be generous. Be patient. Be honest. With oneself and others. Help neighbours. End war in your own life before expecting the world to do the same.

Play your part. Now.

Choose good.

Make meaning of this moment. Lest it be your last – unfathomable and unlimited the causes of death may be.

Please.

Make love your trajectory.

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Firescape Fridays Poetry

I, (a) Robot (Slave) | FF 10

we are slaves to the robots
to the AI
and the algorithms

You’ll like it
We promise

false flags and invisible borders
keep us safe
while debt keeps us slave
and buy me don’t why me
cancels out the mind of disagreement

You’re content, consented already
Your enslavement hasn’t just begun
You opted in a while ago
Didn’t you read the terms?

we are slaves to the robots
who owns them?

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Tarot

Just Us & The Mountain | TT 6

A Message from the Tarot:

I feel it’s necessary to note that as I was shuffling, a lot of cards were “jumping” out of the deck. No – not because I’m a terrible shuffler (I’m so-so). The cards were primarily court cards and specifically wands. It feels like the collective energy is restless, passionate, impatient, ready to take mastery over their lives, ready to stir change, complete cycles and take rebirth. Awesome! Because we have work to do. 

February 15, 2022 ~ The Tarot of the Divine

Justice (reversed)

It seems we are on the edge of Justice (not glory), but we’re not there yet. While the Justice card may speak to harmony, balance, equality, honor and, most importantly, virtue, here we see it in the reverse. Bias, false accusations, intolerance, abuse and dishonesty. Collective! What is going on? 

We each create our own reality, but when we look at the one we share, I think we can see all these challenges are present. Where do we find honesty? Where do we look for clarity? Where do we find the perspective that lacks bias? Where the f*** is  our virtue as a society? It seems we are doing everything to negate virtue and replace it with false idols and ignorant, self-grasping agendas. 

I believe in Yoshitani’s deck, Justice is illustrated with the Amhaeng-Eosa legend which speaks to incorruptible agents used to secretly inspect government officials. It represents the punishment of the corrupt and promotion of the deserving.

Now, in its reverse, it suggests that our current governing institutions have been corrupted and at this time, justice has not been delivered in any sense. The absolute corruption of some individuals is still hidden and has not come to light. In a broad sense, things are kind of fucked up on a federal and worldwide level.

But that in no way leaves us powerless. Because the outer problems of our world are very much reflective of the work we must do on an inner level. We must look at the corruption in our own lives. And we must understand that two wrongs don’t make a right. We must question what is wrong and do the right thing, even when it’s difficult. And we must call out our own errors, not the mistakes of other people. 

For too long it has been far too easy to point to the problem. Unless you’re pointing to a mirror, you should probably just look inward to see where you can find justice and balance within yourself before trying to tackle the rights and wrongs in the world at large. Because many things are out of balance, and many beings are lacking virtue. This includes our own self.

Pay attention to what situations in your daily life tend to throw you off-balance. Discover the conditions under which you find harmony again. Carry this quality with you more and more as you move through your daily activities. 

Ziegler, Mirror of the Soul
Ziegler, Mirror of the Soul

A Message from the Oracle:

February 15, 2022 ~ The Wild Unknown Archetypes

The Mountain

In the archetypal world, the Mountain is both inside and out. It represents the challenges we must face on the outside and the work that takes place on the inside. To think that we accomplish anything without the mind that thinks it can is false. The Mountain calls to the ocean, tells of itself & and the sea. The rising and the falling. And if the mountain is calling, it calls you to discover yourself, find the balance. The up, the down. Learn each crest. What’s above, what’s below? And how do you tackle the mountain’s many paths without the prayer, “Show me the way?”

How can you awaken that which has fallen asleep within yourself? How do you choose the artist’s path and dive into your inner pain with intention to create something – beautiful or ugly? What do you need to purge? What blocks the doorways to the mountain caves? What sediment has built you up and what rains have eroded you away? 

The mountain asks you to deflate your sense of self and rise to new heights through a sacrifice of ego. Putting aside fears of how you are perceived or will be perceived, how can you follow the fool’s path? How will you conquer your fears and achieve your passions and dreams? What makes your heart beat faster and when do you come alive? What is the first step on the path to conquering your mountain? And what do you need to put in your rucksack?

Be uplifted, and don’t be daunted. And don’t be afraid to ask for support from friends. You don’t have to climb alone. But you do have to make the choice for yourself first. 


The Poet Dreams of the Mountain
by Mary Oliver

Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts.
I want to climb some old gray mountain, slowly, taking
the rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping
under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks.
I want to see how many stars are still in the sky
that we have smothered for years now, a century at least.
I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all,
and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.
All that urgency! Not what the earth is about!
How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.
I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.
In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.


Tarot: Tarot of the Divine by Yoshi Yoshitani
Oracle: The Wild Unknown Archetypes by Kim Krans

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Love Letters Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Homesick | Letter 6

[The Letter Your Ex is Never Going to Send]


Though recently I cursed your name
Your scent, your breath, a stink, a stain
Your touch, your feel, a pin, a prick
Yet in my mind, you stay, you stick

You’re fastened here, you linger near
As if you’re tacked, taped, adhered
Permanently welded there inside my head
Yet rarely now I wish you harm or dead

You simply appear as though invited for tea
It just happens quite naturally
And then I think…I want to come home
No matter that I’d longed to roam

I’d yearned to uproot myself to find
A freedom I could never buy
I’d have to fight and from that I’d shied
For my courage has not your span, nor stride

When I was lost, I saw your face
It ‘peared before my resting place
Before I netflixed, before I chilled
I’d see you there, and my heart stilled

But you’d dissolve with phantom grace
Leaving me grasping at empty space
Thinking, lingering nostalgic syndrome
Please, my love, can I come home?

I wish I did well on my own
When lonesome time and tears have shown
I simply do not enjoy hollow life
Knowing I gave up love, compassion, kindness, a wife

Someone, I thought, is all I need
To walk the forest trails with me
Perhaps keep me warm on winter’s night
Whom I can pleasure and give delight

Now the nights are long and cold
And though I’m young, I’m feeling old
I’m feeling lost, can I come home?
I don’t like life in monochrome

I miss your colour, I miss your zest
You weren’t unstable, you’re simply best
To think I’d thought you like the rest
To think I’d sabotaged your jest

Now when life is cold and grey
Like on this rainy winter’s day
My mind takes me for that trip
That makes me miss your leadership

I know I should seek happiness and peace
Plan my life, find new love, sign the lease
Still though I dream of travel, Paris, Rome
Mostly, I wish I could come home

Love,
A Dumb Fuck


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Firescape Fridays

Obedience Training | FF 9

The more people comply (especially without question), the greater possibility more severe punishment will be given to those marked as disobedient.