Tag Archives: creation

A Kiss I Don’t Want To Miss

We wait our whole lives for this
Morning light strikes my lips
It’s a kiss I don’t want to miss
It’s it’s own kind of bliss
When the sun rips my mind to bits
And fists let go
of the need to know
Why the seeds we sow
Grow into deeds that show
Just how little of our roots we know
As saltwater tears turn into mist
Our stories Rise from the black abyss
And sing our scars into soft lips
That open like flowers
Held in the spell of Life’s deep Power
As tongue touches wounds so deep
The blood and the salt trickle thru sleep
To dream of a Well that will topple the tower
As Green Man reclaims the game again
And turns Hours into Nows
That are forever Ours
Somehow.

Charleen Johnston 5-30-22

Shiva & Shakti

Time and Space are not different but constitute the active and passive, the expressive and receptive, the electrical and magnetic aspects of the same reality. Time consists of currents in space and space forms the background and latent energy of time.

S p a c e. I n. M o t i o n. I s t i m e & t i m e a t r e s t
I s. S p a c e.
In this regard, Space is eternal and time is unbounded.

Space consists of sound or vibration which is the Seed of Time. From that time-space vibration all mantras abide as the root ideas of the Cosmic Mind. Sound upholds Space and imparts meaning to all existence. Sound creates Time as the basic movement of the breath. From the unmanifest sound of space arises the manifest sound of air, which is the movement of space. Out of the sounds of air all other sounds are created. The mind has its own special space that holds all words, sound and meaning.

~David Frawley
The Movement of Space is the dance of the cosmic air or Vayu, from which the breath or Prana of Shiva arises. The Breath of Shiva creates time, which is transformational movement in space. The Mind is our inner Space in which our own life-energy moves. Yet air and Prana as the movement of space are also Time. They create their own times and the lifetimes of both all creations and all worlds.

Prana, Pranava, Akasha, and Kala or primordial life energy, sound, space, and time are ultimately one and intimately related as powers of consciousness. Each is a manifestation of the other. Each is contained within the other. And through mastering one, the others can be mastered. Time is a manifestation of space and carries the energy of Prana or the Universal life. Time is the divine word or Pranava that directs the destinies and karmas of all creatures and all worlds. The energies of Time, Sound, and Prana are but the vibrations of Spacebsnd one with it.

David Frawley
The Power of Time ( Kala Shakti) is the Goddess Kali, who is the power of action ( Kriya Shakti) in the universe bringing about the full unfoldment of the cosmic dance of Shiva. The original power of action does not simply promote any type of activity but energizes the evolution of consciousness. Kali is also the Prana Shakti as the power of eternal life that overcomes all death and limitation.

Kali is Shivas own Shakti or the power of Shiva in his own nature, his ability to be himself. Kali is ultimately the timeless presence of the supreme space of Being into which everything is dissolved.

~David Frawley
Shiva as eternal time is the energy that dances on the stage of Shiva that is infinite space. Time is the movement of Space, the waves formed on the ocean of space, which is the dance of Shiva. The dance of time is Shivas fiery dance of dissolution, his Tandeva or dance of thunder, high also has its power to create, preserve and transform, as well as to ripen and mature.

~David Frawley

El.ect-roMantic.al Maze

You can call them 
He Or
   El or Shiva
Or even 
Well…
God….
Perhaps Electricity…
I will say
Sacred Salacious
 Spermatozoan
SineWave 
SUperluminescent PsychoBioBabe
Sparking Time 
For  Selves at Play.
You can call them
She  Or
   Magdalene 
Or Shakti- heavens
 Bride & Queen
Goddess of EveryThing…
Perhaps Magnetism…
I will say 
Sacred Salacious 
WOmb of Creation
Sultry SineWave 
SuperMatterMaterMotherMatrix
Making Spaces
For Selves at Play. 
The MagIC MagNet of MagNificent
MagIcians
So ELoquently ELevating ELemental
ELect 

In.perfect.matrimony.
harmony.of.stars.as.shards.
Of.wave-ing.bards. Sparked.
Into.Partic.ulars.forming.worLds.
As.words.disturb.the.silent.stillness.
Of.the.Unobserved.as.the.raw.nerves.
Of.magdalenes.body.exposes.pure.
Mirrors.of.Magnetic.Seers.ELect-romantically.
Sealed.into.secrets.pretending.
To be.
Here.
Now.
Breathe.

CLJ 6-20-22

A Key

Grateful Within Our Hearts….winter wonderland

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A Key
Once
Turned inside 
a Locked Heart
Here
In this Space
Where the Water fell from the Sky
And traced
tears on a face
That forgot how to cry
A Scene 
That is Now
For a Moment
Frozen
In Time
As the Dreaming Dervish
Of an Empty Mind
Let’s Go
And 
Spins and Begins
To Follow
The Path Again
That 
Tore the Skin
From 
A Body that Bends
And Ties that Bind
Souls Within
That
Try to Hide

CLJ 1-3-22
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Some Wakings come like Storms

There are some Wakings that come like storms
Electro-swarms in magnetic forms
Dancing
On the tips of Hathor’s Horns
The Temple Priestess 
ReBorn
WideEyed and Me-oh-my
How Time Flies inside the Mind
Wandering Womb 
releasing
Blind sides of Ancient crimes
Buried within these patient Tombs
There are some Wakings that scream like pain
Neurolinguistic nails impaled in veins
Bleeding
And Seeding Stories in silent Shame
The Holy Harlot
Risen
OpenHearted as freedom Parts
The Seas of Self and Dwells in the Art
Of Body’s Bliss 
Burning
The rotting dross from the Fixed Cross
As the Flame is taught to rekindle the Kiss
As Magdalenes  Grail
Returns 
Opens the Urn
Blood flooding in rivers of nerves
As the Impaled Heart
And Mind
Are Healed and Heard….
The Chironic Wound sutured 
With the Salve of Spoken Words
As Pluto and Venus
 Sharing the Shroud
Awake and merge….
Heiros Gamos
Blessed and Bound
In Sacred Sound 
Dance
In Red Velvet
Underground
As 
New Life 
Stirs. 

11-25-21

In the Grip

Photo by Riordan Galluccio
I am in the Grip....
The soft lips of silence
Parting
To receive me
The deep longing of reMemberence
Grieves
And delivers the Seething
Wet tip of the daimons
Embrace 
Inside this rushing
River
Of Time and Space 
As the trip
Within
Begins
Peeling the Skin away
Cracks in the blackened
Facade
Tremble in ecstasy
The Nigredo of 
Alchemy
Opening 
As two trapped Currents
Seek amnesty
In the Only
Way
That I~s can conceive
Of Uniting
In this Bleeding Dream...
Penetration
Intensity of Consecration...
the Heart
Of the Diamond 
Body
Built from the Souls 
Transmutation....

Charleen Johnston 
10-11-21

The Vestement











The Vestement

I make my way inside, the tomb 
and rise 
again 
from feelings that flew too close 
to you, 

torn from the womb, tethered hands 
sworn to illumine weathered lands 

and i crash again 
back into 
seed 

full thrust while blossoms 
bleed 
life into the few 
of the 
new breed 

that makes its way thru density 
seizing sight, thru intensity 
of light 
that makes it all grow 

up and away from the roots that 
know... 

breaking tearing swearing making 
moods that fade too soon 
foods that make new moon 

out of fragments that form too loose 
sometimes 

to hold the rhyme inside, 
tucked beneath the rising tide 
of things we share 
and things we hide 

waiting for the revelation 
to seep up from our pores 
into our mind 
tending the sores that 
stifle the times which await birth 
here 
in the name of earth 
in the name of the mother 
in the name of the bearing 
and the burdens of Other 
ways 

to see here, to know here, to feel 
hear and peel clear 
of stagnant flesh 

saturation 

the sudden dawning 
e v o l u t i o n 
and 
i n v o l u t i o n 

POISED 

between worlds in balance 
minds of latency 
bending and twisting 

and T 
U 
R 
N 
I 
N 
G 
back 
upon 
itself 

remembering the white shroud which once it wore 
swore to remain unstained 
but the blackened charred robe of the stars 
of the wisdom of moments 
tore thru that fantasy 
to create a dream 
so real 
it s e e m s to feel 
its own thrust 
in the darkness 
of the blinding light 
beckoning sight 
into 
existence. 

Resistance repeats 
cyclic defeats 
and victorys 

mysterys mana urging us on 
toward the breathing pull 
of the sun 
as it 
rocks 
a n d 
cradles 
its child 
gently beneath the vestment 
of LIFE.

Charleen Johnston 2004

	


	





	

		
The El & the Mag
	


	
	

		

Old Art by me 





🦂At This Very Moment In Time Space … we are on a Precipice…. The fusion of… distorted versions of Organic/Inorganic ways of Being in this Wor(L)d..





…in the Beginning was the Word…





And the word was With God





……………………………………………………………………(El)





And the Word Was God





And the Spell(inG) was Cast





Over the Mass and Crowds in Vast





PrisMs as the EL⚡️Mag Waters Rise Fast





Within the DeoxyRib.E Oh Defrag the hard.drive





And Fasten your Seatbelts





The Dark Man Dwells





In the Space





We





Circle





Time





(&Time Again)





If you can see the Puer and Senex in the Language of these Dreamings





You are walking the road of deCoding the Anguished tangles of the Seaming Seeds





The El and the Mag(dalene)(netic)(ician)(





Dance dance dance





Break the trance





Wake the snake





That shakes and quakes





Within Matter &





CircumStance





CLJ 11-4-21

	


	





	

		
So this is for us….
	


	
	

		






… so this is for us.
This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love
and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know
because the beauty is in the act of doing it.
Not what it can lead to.
This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing
and no one is around and they will never know
but I will forever remember
and that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have,
and this is for you who write or play or read or sing
by yourself with the light off and door closed
when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned
and maybe no one will ever hear it
or read your words
or know your thoughts
but it doesn’t make it less glorious.
It makes it ethereal. Mysterious.
Infinite.
For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe in
and only you can decide how much it meant
and means
and will forever mean
and other people will experience it too
through you.
Through your spirit. Through the way you talk.
Through the way you walk and love and laugh and care
and I never meant to write this long
but what I want to say is:
Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourself
and let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.
Let your very identity be your book.
Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.





So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain
where no one will ever hear
and your very existence will be the most hypnotising scar.
Make your life be your art
and you will never be forgotten.”





― Charlotte Eriksson