Unbelievable rhythm

Timelessness, not before, soon or next or maybe then,

Timelessness, sweet melodic hum of presence when,

Inner peace, the endless inky well of coming home,

Time has ceased, preceding thought where all is known,

Absolution, fading now to swim in the unknown,

No solution, the need for outcome is outgrown,

Embrace the end, for was there ever a beginning?

Nought to mend, just sacred fratals singing,

Dancing nymphs, of light, who jig as they create,

Merely glimpse, the hidden mystery past the gate,

The greatest realisation is to come,

When all will burn as brightly as the sun,

The flower of life will seem to be destroyed,

And claimed then by the silence of the void.

Flowering on La Isla,

Reaching and stretching and yearning for fresh expression,

Yearning for aligned waterfalls and rivers to wash away the tears,

Yearning for mysterious clouds, mirrors and metaphor,

To sweep away poisonous skies,

Beckoning, with open arms, the new tendrils of the flower of life,

To soothe the parched skin of this exhausted land,

And to invite those who suffered, entwined with Gaia for so long,

For so long, an eternity,

For so long with weary limbs and spent wings,

Yearning for deliverence to Avalonia's bright new paradigm,

To lay heads gently on sweet moss of repose,

And hear the crystalline chorus of celestial sylphs softly on the breeze,

In harmony with bird and haunting whale song,

Weaving a new reality,

With a thousand lotus petals, vibrant now.

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A bandstand and a church I see,

defined by relativity,

Their atoms jostling for position,

at least, that is my supposition.

The sunlight glances like a sword,

Akashic nuance to record,

Above a drone- technology,

mixed with gulls, far from the sea,

multilayered and alive,

defined still though, by senses five,

unless with crown a-tingling now,

orchestrated in the brow,

Kaleidoscopic, shifting sand,

Of the infinite journeyman,

the landscape writhes, revealing more,

A landscape steeped in metaphor.

Openhanders often enjoy bouncy or syncopated music, something you can pogo around the dojo to. This soulful cello concerto is a lament that brings tears to my eyes. Does the shift feel romantic at times? Or a higher version of that sentiment....

https://open.spotify.com/track/3j4yR62bc9j9nbBPE2FRMH?si=udIum1SPQcq5aa…

Well, it's worth a mention. Something glorious is ramping and summating. I see the mountain top, resplendant with geometrically beautiful flowers in vibrant colours. I perceive the crisp air, like golden manna singing through my cells. The cry of a high wheeling eagle, alluding to those caretakers that worked to hold sacred frequencies. The whisper of a breeze gently folding a blade of grass. The throaty gurgle of a crisp stream winding through moss-coated pebbles.

A slight cough and rawness of the throat, but there is no longer any need to judge the sensation as this or that. Just quiet acceptance and the unfurling petals of the crucible, accepting keys, codes, gifts..caresses from the field, joyfully received.

Here I am, not this or that,

Observing as the drama hums,

Focused like a feral cat,

Attentive as alignment comes,

Bathed in divine resonance,

A bridge to sense the growing grace,

Perceive the elemental dance,

With planted feet and upturned face,

Like a solid, sacred tree,

Timeless branches, anchored tight,

Feel the growing harmony,

Feel the sunlight, feel the night.

The sweetness of infusing grace,

Sat quietly in my sacred place,

Alllowing all, to now unfold,

Feel not timid, or even bold,

Float in equanimity,

Sailing sparking Karmic sea,

Dancing dragons, now incoming,

Divine joy through nature strumming,

Soothing all the pain and strife,

Passage for the flower of life,

Majestic, brilliant, radiant hue,

To burn away what isn't true,

Invitation, by the one,

Sweet calling from the central sun,

As warrior now greets the dove,

and welcomes blessings from above,

The conduit, like a solid tree,

Inviting higher harmony.

And so, blessed Gaia,

You retire to rest and repair for now,

You have been shattered by eons of service,

Our gratitude can hardly be expressed,

As gigantic karmic struggles raged,

You graciously held the space.

You held the platform for souls to evolve,

And the creation of a new divine frame,

Now we welcome Avalonia with love and joy in our hearts,

Transfusion for the shift, gratefully received,

But Gaia, you are never forgotten,

Your selfless service,

Your inspiration in the face of monumental challenge,

You are honoured and cherished.

Like a Turner painting,

The equanimity and repose seems to be over there,

The shaft of soft sunlight dancing on trees,

The timelessly framed autumnal gold, Against a backdrop of lazy cloud,

A wainwright wooden struture or two, couched in mosaic stone wall,

A gentle allusion to a moment in time when my heart stood still,

Over there,

I see it, I feel it, the stirring of hot tears of desire,

But where do I go from here?

I am here and the landscape is over there,

That yearning of peace and fulfillment,

Like water teasing and draining through outstretched fingers,

In fleeting moments, unexpected, sudden stillness,

When the machine cogs stop,

When the dawning realisation flourishes and takes root,

There is here,

I am Turner and Wainwright and I am the landscape,

I am all those things and more,

All that is over there,

Is a mirror to my soul.

Inspiration through the crown,

Let it trickle, spiral down,

Ground it, like a fine masala,

Manifest an icecream parlour,

The quantum haf no rigid rules,

there are no kings or queens or fools,

Just swirling possibilities,

Whatever the observer sees,

Generated from within,

Caressed and kissed by flaming twin,

Tweaked by synchronicity,

A fractal in a foaming sea,

Laughing, crying, matters not,

Alchemy's crucible burning hot,

Dragons dancing, cosmic waltz,

Andromedans, ( with all their faults),

We shriek and swirl and feel so free,

And bridge to this reality.

The star people are with me today. I can feel them humming in my space, after coming in strongly during the glorious facilitator conference. It's almost beyond words to express joy and gratitude for the gifts we have all received and shared. So intense, yet so gentle and caressing. And the love radiates everywhere, reflected from the field powerfully in so many ways. I think about love, and a heart shaped rose petal floats down next to my coffee cup. And as I thank the higher dimensionals ( and Bigfoot), a symphony of grace fills my chest;

Gaia, share your divine pulse,

dig deep and sing to your core,

Bring forth your divine song,

that we may dance, like elementals,

in the moonlight,

and cry tears of infinite gratitude,

come now rise, let us rise together,

strike the celestial chords of harmony,

align with God's heart,

and kiss the new dawn.