Saturday, April 17, 2021

AHEAD OF THEIR TIME 11:11 THE HEART OF AN

Moai, gigantic stone statues on Rapa Nui (Easter Island)

Former Umno ministers?
Magnificent Seven
Crisscrossing the River of Life on our pilgrimage to The Mother
Cleansing the crystal body at the Elven Pool (photo: Aloisio Ferreira)
Alex & Mariana cool off in the Elven Pool (photo: Aloisio Ferreira)
Integrating Female-Male Polarities & aligning with the Heart of AN.
(L-R: Alex, Antares, Mariana, Hock, Aloisio, Suming)
Guardian of the Portal (photo: Aloisio Ferreira)
The Heart of AN ~ female and male forces in harmony
With love to Solara and all participants at the 'A Mu'a Ceremony, 20-21 April 2012
Solara and the True Ones in action on Rapa Nui (photo: Felipe Soares)

[First posted 21 April 2012]

Tuesday, April 13, 2021

More Short Poems (repost)


BAR ROOM TART
(for Mary Maguire)

Ah-khlah hahm braahoom-lahk hiss boo hahhah-kaak
belau’lah hoom herahah khlahee-hah hoom braa-heen
hoomphlaahk khareemph al’hahk-kahhoom hah-heemhlah
hiss boo belau’lah brahoom-lahk bar room tart!


11.IV.90


TRUE STORY

I was sitting with my long hair
breathing in the air

a dwarf cycled by
stared hard at me
&
disapproved

(this is a true story
only my name has been
changed to protect
the dwarf)

28.IV.69



ADVANCED PHYSICS LECTURE
(to be delivered with a spicy Indian accent)

Paper is a fossil of wegetable matter
through which electric lifeforce
has traweled.

Light is luminous electricity.

Mirrors are mercuric elements
redirecting photoelectric images
to electrochemically controlled irises and lenses
along biomagnetic vaves (radio-photonated).

Ve human beings are eeels magnetized on eldoradiated
vheels vithin vheels of massive energy (wiwidly
imaginated).

Yany questions?


1971



IT’S LONELY BEING GOD

It’s lonely being God
Alone with your Thoughts,
dreaming.
Creatures by myriads
on planet grains swept by oceans
of form: writhing, rising and falling
in rhythm of time,
moving.
Not knowing whence they come
nor whither they go,
just living
and dying
and, every so often,
oddly enough, even
loving.

It’s fun to experience
the fruit of awareness
grown out of seeds of
simple existence;
to taste, to touch, to see,
to hear and smell
the life you’ve created.
But it’s so hard to find
someone to share your joys,
who understands that toys
are to play with
and not to stay with
forever.

God sends forth this prayer
hoping you and I will receive
and regard it:
"Dear Figments of My Own Imagination,
I wish you’d get out of my Mind
and make me your Friend.”

11.II.77











[From "Moth Balls, Scatological & Eschatological Poems," Magick River 1994. First posted 19 May 2007]