Month: November 2015

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We Were the Dead

inspired by this poem In Flanders Fields,
written by Major John McCrae, May 1915, WWI

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

We Were the Dead

we were the dead
we’ve returned to be
an expansion of consciousness
we can see

we see the emergence
away from war
a continuous journey
from the pain we bore

blessed are those
who caught the torch
caring for all with love exports

n’er be the conclusion
of the conflict we see
until in our hearts
we totally be

Love


gagi     11/11/15    Remembrance Day

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The Gift of Opportunity

The Gift of Opportunity

the gift of opportunity dissolving the mind
an evolutionary turning point for all of mankind
spanning millennia the human mind grew
and then its awareness of what it could do

an awareness of the present as being impermanent
a development of the ability to fine tune discernment
catapulting our beingness into the future
returning with abilities that newness will nurture

now an awareness that the mind can now rest
for we have the ability to know by request
into the field our senses have reached
and the role of the ego has now been impeached

sensory networks are attuned to the heart
and the brain is the centre of coordinating art
the art of creating from perspectives received
the art of movement towards what we can be

ever the posture of Creator’s design
seeking our divinity unto which we align
expanding into the ocean of love
swimming as dolphins amidst what we dream of

the gift of opportunity now comes to the front
our passion, our abilities here to confront
all out of resonance with the tectonic field
Earth our birth mother awaits her current crop’s yield


gagi        11/10/15

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Spinning the Matrix

Spinning the Matrix

spinning the matrix, collecting it in
attracting, attracting, bringing into the spin
webweavers galactic and further beyond
forming, reshaping a new fractal bond

spiralling instincts to arcing the light
rainbow reflections emerging from white
contrasting edges of the left and the right
balancing emergence from the dark sacred night

wobbling centres of a matrix endorsed
observers anchoring form as it’s morphed
witnessing structures with foundational spin
movement that’s constant without and within

marginal expansion beyond what is seen
motivational splendours beyond what has been
changing perspectives, experiencing the bend
feeling the elation as we begin to comprehend

mastering the ability to love all that is
participating in a passionate and communal quiz
questioning, redefining the potentials displayed
weaving the textures with colours inlaid

monumental incredence of fractal designed ways
enjoying the diversity of multitudinal displays
knowing the beginning and the end will not be
for spinning the matrix is absolute and free


gagi        11/09/15