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May 31, 2011
scatters
Sweet child of mine, the jasmines are in the air, earth is breathing through its core
spewing currents of air in angst and yearning, we have another day, closer in the sun
we live another day masked in wonder.
Getting restless, my skin is drying and you know
I feel you in my center like a sour nectar brewing in dismay
come to me outside the lines the silken chains and the rhymes
Come to me bare and lay with me , we call the demons away
She knows but does not believe, time is on my side and the knowing that she would be here
maybe after another spin around the Jupiter, or Mars, she will come back asking to be held
She locked the door, the windows, brought the shades down. the house is quiet but she is not safe
I am inside,..............inside her head.
Another dance, the music is so breath taking,so gay, you have beautifull eyes and how you melt in my arms
as I whispear in your ear the sweet songs I know, the spell , you close your eyes and then I disappear
you see me in the corner dancing with another...
It will surprise you to know with all my brovada , how I like to be claimed, smitten, charmed, beholden but most of all
claimed, claimed..........
sat all morning here, doing my daily routine, and then I took a break, punched the key bords and then it
was you sitting with your head back to a side, looking at me and I felt so vounerable......
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Posted by Idinraha at 12:08 PM | Comments (2)
May 19, 2011
Kashmir
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKtfjsonPFE&feature=related
Posted by Idinraha at 04:03 PM | Comments (0)
Wonder
Led Zeppelin's Kashmir, there is such an operatic arrangement, and the repetitions of the same melodic note takes it up where it can take you away. Music came to us, when we found the rhythm, the repetition which sooth our psyche like a lullaby.
What is the essence of beauty and how it transcends to utilities of pleasure, waking the senses and stimulating all the electric currents in us. and Pleasure , the euphoric sense of well being, the climatic reaching of nerve endings, the illusions of love and intimacy, all and all with the turn of a key.
Recently sent a piece of my writing to a friend. -I am lit. I like the piece since it has an urgency to it. it takes you away
and the response I got from her was very interesting. She wanted to know the Culprit, she wanted to know the inspirstion
how I had come to such boil and found such words , what was inside the conductors mind that set the orchestra on fire.
her curiosity was so intriguing and fresh, bold and intimate.....................
Its the curiosity, the elusive ingredient that leads us here. its the satisfying sense of knowing and learning, and the urgent need for more. The golden rays that brought the light and how it disappeared in darkness it left. the wetness of rain, the feel of sand and the thrilling greens and reds and oranges of the woods. The sky that went for ever and a horizon boundless. Such a discovery outside of our being, and then inside, physical, mental, the borders of the psyche and the necessity of dreams. We had so much to know and the perception of what is to discover is so thrilling.
There is a calming sense in me, growing, a quiet of sort. I was watching him struggling. moving his legs , he was dreaming. a dream induced by the lack of some mineral in his blood. He shook his head mumbling , I gently put my hand on his arm and woke him up; "you are dreaming " I said, trying to sound reassuring. "monsters, there were monsters" he mumbled.........a good rest, so elusive, I thought.
I can still hear Kashmir in my head. its a pleasure to find it, and to be awed by it. I think I was born yesterday and today has been such a discovery and I think only if I could keep my sense of wonder......................
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