Tag Archives: SineWave

The Fool & the White Dog

The Fool is All, in  Abstraction  
InDistinct
All potential, No action
Imaginal Dancer  
Within the Fractal

The White Dog Is,  All Instinction 
 All Distinct,  
Fully Present, on the brink
Here and Now 
Cosmic Wink
Soma Playing Hide and Seek

 …the Particle and Wave
…Point and Line
Sacred Companions
Traveling thru Time
 
….a Dog chasing its Tail

 or 

a God chasing its Tale…..  

It’s a Sine….

And It’s All Light ….

And 

EveryThing Matters

Right?

Left here, in the circle

In the loop

Twisting tendrils

Into Truth

Age and Youth

Playing games of I~s and You~s

The Fool smiles wide
At the side of the cliff
The White Dog nips
At the heels of Bliss

The Mind becomes Moment
The Sphere becomes Flat
It’s Plane to See
In the Arms of Maat

The Fool steps over 
the Great DiVide
Holds her Breath 
Opens her I

The White Dog winks 
In FreeFall
The  Bliss of the Abyss 
is the best Gift of All

a Dog chasing its Tail

 or 

a God chasing its Tale…..  

It’s a Sine….

And It’s All Light ….

And 

EveryThing Matters

Right?

Follow your Nose 
Or follow your Knows
Follow the Gnosis 
Wherever It goes 

In and out and up and down
Over and under the merry-go-round

The Dice Game of Shiva
The Jesters Playground 
The tapestry of Time
is where It is Found

The Tale we tell of the El and the Mag
The Tail of the Dog eternally wags
The God in the Tale that twists the Rhyme
Is the God in the Self of You and I
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CLJ 8-28-26

IT Seams To Be..:::..ItSelf

“Seaming is interwoven into everything I do….I consider myself a Patchworker of Dreams….I pull disparate parts together in new and playful ways, whether my base material be Fabric, Thoughts, Feelings, or Movements. I am Self Taught, a Self Taut InTensions of Multiple DiMensions playing with the poles of the Line, the Cycles of the Sine, the Twists of the Twine. When I create clothing or costumes, I almost always use reCycled materials. These pieces of clothing or fabrics hold the Stories of those who have Worn them or used them. I can feel these stories, they whisper to me, they scream at me, they want to be redeemed, reDeemed necessary and functional. Torn apart at the seams and merged with other Pieces of the dream, and reFashioned into a new expression. A more fun and unique, quirky, comfortable, playful and passionate arrangement. This process is not unlike the deeper mysteries of Spirit clothing itself in the garments of Body….The Soul is in the Seams….the Memories of the places in which we have Grown Together, Come Apart, Merge and DiVerge and play as inFinite Stars of the Dream. The 5 most basic elements of Fabrication are Scissors, Needle, Thread, Fabric, and the Self Who guides the Seams. The Fabric itself, is made up of Thread, and one could say that in taking the fractal deeper to source, the Loom is the higher octave of ‘fabric’. The Loom is the primordial structure on which the warp and weft of the the threads of Self are woven. That initial fabrication then becomes the malleable material in which we Play. But lets not go too deep quite yet.”

Charleen Johnston 2020

Neo keeps Phyting

Neo keeps phyting
But he never wins
A young seed planted 
Stays right Where it is
It’s all A game 
of poles n holes
Seeds in Soils
And sines in souls
Aligned in Time
And Min.e.d from molds
Too loose for truth
To blindly fold 
As Neos Phyte
And  Architects build
The battleground
Where Agents Will
PreScriptZions into Being
As Oracles play at seeing
Through the Dream
Or through the Codes
As Bleeding Seams
To implode the nodes
As Neo Phytes for Trinity
Inside the Womb of Destiny 
ImPlantAtIon 
FertileEyes
Jesters Gestating
In DisGuise
Poking holes in ParaDise
ReVersing poles as sacrifice 
Alchemy of space and Time
The Lamed Smith goads the Mine
 Turning Metals into Mind……

Charleen Johnston 
6.27.2024

I heard the snake was baffled by his sin….

I catch myself in a sideways glance….
Heard the hoarse whisper of the apocalypse
The naked mystery of the lord of the dance
Snake charmed ministry in swiveled hips…
Was beyond Time in Sine-Wave Brine
Baffled by Breath and Trapped in Mind
By Maters milky metered rhyme
His Pattern scattered in points and line…
Sin descended in tender twists
He hid the fire in fountains of mist
Shed the blood as the milky kiss
His beloved entangled in silky bliss
Scales in harmony ascend the ladder
To shatter the mirror of mind in matter
find the secret of carbons atoms
The Judas kiss from master Saturn
Snake dance sways hypnotic trance
Within breaking clay and bone
But hybrid eyes hide the glance
Born from maze of silicone
Again and again the cord unwinds
Is torn from tethered trinity
born from wombs of eyes and minds
Without the measure of infinity
A sword that splinters sacred words
Skin deep scars that sing
The broken spokes and spoken chords
Poison every human being…
Enters every pore and wound
Into every fractal womb
Everything is born to bloom….
…………..Time and Space the sacred Loom.
3-10-2024
(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)

Charleen Johnston

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

Loom of Time & Space

I slipped through a crack in the sky
Tripped right over my own silly I
And plummeted
Through the atmosphere
Of dancing atomsHere 
Mapping tears as Phos Fears
Wrath and mirrors
 Refracting Errors
As Eros Arrows begin to fly 
Aimed at Body as Blind Mind tries
To hold on
Hold out
Hold still as Tempest rages about
Weightless Images in cages
Break the lock
And find their way out, in…
Eyes of Mages and Pupils 
And Sages
Wake with the shock 
Of the skin 
As it begins to peel
Away from the clock tocking within
The rhythm of Opening
And closing
Pounding it’s poultice and pouring
Its Salve at ions Dreaming
As men
And women
Dressed as Time
Spiral path in precious Flesh
Dancing thru the Annals of Spine
My oh my
The journey tries my Patience
As I Let Go, satiated by the Doctors
Cosmic Order….the Flow
Aeons of tight fisted History
I now come to Grips With…
I hit the Smooth surface 
Of my Mothers Womb…. 
Taste the salty brine and prepare
To slip through  
SineWave Lips
Soft as sultry hips that shimmy
And shimmer as Soul unfolds in bloom
A Sacred Intention to Serve This
Body of Being 
As I am Birthed from the Dark Deep See
Into the Light of a New Me 
that Bleeds 
Stories and Deeds filled with the Perfume
Of the Divine embrace
Shiva and Shaktis infinite Delight
Making Love from the Loom
Of Time and Space. 

Charleen Johnston 
10-25-21

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

precipice of power

I am perched upon a precipice of power
Am peering patiently into this passing hour
The tocking time that tics up my spine
Staff of sovereignty claiming Heart and mind
Of the fluid and fluctuating seams I was born
Hermes psychopomp between the worlds
I straddle horizons between wake and dream
Am flowing in glowing neural streams
The initiation of Jestation in Times domain
Quicksilver deliverer who delves into Pain
Flow inTense Knowing inSense Saturation
I humbly accept growing adept in Saturns Fixation
Am making my Vow to die in Battle, reborn
The oath of Thoth, from the womb Torn
Messenger who travels thru Linguistic threads
Of synaptic rapture as bliss of bodies embed
Mind and Time and Space and Rhyme
I spin the serpent staffs in waves of Sine
Am oozing thru this glowing glue of fluid truth
The ether twists of Knowing age and youth
Trickster Playing games with pure perception
Who pries open I~s asleep to deception
Sews and grows the stitches and seams
The flowing roads to the richest of dreams
Patterns the passions and purpose and pain
Into Mattered Moments moving thru Veins
Faces and games and containers for rain
And mysteries magic sacred and profane
Names and numbers for all but the One
I am the messenger who delivers the Sun
Am the swift footed father of playful Pan
The temptation of sensation of magic Man
Initiate to mind as it moves thru Ether
Who loosens the noose of Io~s tight tether
Twists the fists with his serpent staves
Matter in patterns of particle and wave
Into lifetimes and light rhymes and bold
Spaces for grace and beauty to unfold
To honor the throne as Jester to the king
Play is the way and light is the plaything
The maze is a stage for unraveling dazed
Neural pathways entwined in minds haze
Codes imploding from outmoded games
Awakening hearts shaken from shame
Within this shared cocreative dance
As the quake of the year breaks the trance
Lunar reflection, the Mage in the mirror
Nodes of infection engage the terror
Square and circle , point and line
The marriage of heaven and hell in time
Spin the wheel and find the center
Of Beings great Beauty, now Enter
Plural passions are all just passing
Roads of fashioned masks of Essence
That make you forget your Eternal Flame
Begin This Moment and ReMember your name
And even the Time of unveiling will Be
End and Beginning, infinitely Free
In joyful prelude to a new swim in the See
Twisting Tendrils of trickster Hermes
Synods of souls Alive in the Flesh
Again and again our minds enmeshed
And I am the psychopomp of pain and play
Again I Am, Jester Gestating the New Day.

Charleen Johnston
12-31-20

First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme

MindSight is 2020, Farewell Waker of Beauty

I Live in A Giant Battery

I live in a spectacular natural battery
I live in a womb
I live in hygieias chalice
Entwined
By the serpentine flow
Of Life Energy
Thru natures Spine

When you understand electromagnetic energies and this earth playground, and know why you chose to Inter Carns Nation in this blissful unique zone of wonder

There are large amounts of iron ore in these mountains
This Mountain ring within mountains
This valley within a valley
Surrounded by the Sinuous sine wave of flowing water
Oh Shenandoah ….
Wrapping itself around like
A kundalini serpent

Bowl of hygieia
Churning the synapses
And bursting thru somatic
Maps

The poeisis of space
In this chaotic time
Of birth

The cup of hygieia is the womb, and the SineWave serpent is the Sexual energy/life force….

We have another womb, too….

Birthing mothers know that there is a direct connection between the larynx and womb… and the pelvis and the jaw….

What are you gestating…. In your fractal fugue of fantasy, what iMages are percolating
That eject from your vocal
Womb, what do you allow in to your Somatic Alchemical Furnace room?

What have we birthed from our wombs…in our eternal foray into Time….we have each birthed monsters….from our loins snd from our mouths…. As well as beauty. Can we forgive ourselves and reclaim those chimeras? Can we have compassion and defragment the hard drive….let the soul fly again….