It’s so cryptic HYdrogen Oxygen Lipstick stains Lovers Pains The Waters Anew Spoken Soul in Silica Frozen Waiting for glaciers In galactic rows As woken snows Tell the Story once again Full Circle AnArctic miracle Of Man’s majestic Game Stone Record Keepers Hold the forms Shame and storms In cells and deoxy- Rib-oh…..of Atoms Eve Twist into mystery Again It’s so cryptic The Mother is made of Soul…..Matter Maid Of Soil Patterns playing In Paters Pole As Papas role is Two Die Diced in wiFi Spliced in techno skies.
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.
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 FrawleyThe 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 FrawleyThe 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 FrawleyShiva 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.
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.
🌹 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
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.
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....
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.
BlissNinja 