Silence Of The Streaming Nights~ in shapes, sounds & more unsaid.. revelatory syncs
the little reptilian in the corner wall slithers
in muted rhythm of streaming waters, a stealthy
silence.. in meticulous sigmoidal wavelets..
[that somehow rapidly links me to a Czech's astounding
nature~ sculpt.. their cross-sectionally hexagonal basalt fingering,
the ‘Varhany’~ pipe organ columns of the once volcanic & now
a static landmark.. as if raising revolutionary hands.. Mansion or
Lord's Rocks of the Bohemian Kamenicky Senov]
perhaps the already hung for long.. the swaying
delicate gossamery cobwebbed grey matrices, this
undoubting insectivorous spinneret trap.. is a true look~
alike frame of a moulted gecko~ a foretelling mimic..
a ‘sign'.. may have a link to this lil creature
now.. that's making it it’s habitat.. .
[everything happens... & moreso.. everything speaks
of their elemental links.. in a beckoning language.. of
silence~ of sounds~ of the cocooning transformations~
of the hibernations~ of motion~ of life~ of something
beyond llife too.. to the pureform purplish thirdeye~ the
destined predisposed elemental Us...]
white bats, not really white.. their translucent membranous
patagial wings in street light reflections, criss cross yet again today..
[...in the humidified~ sultry windless clouded ominous skies
of a darkening night.. perhap the stars it searches are found
in my eyes.. that's in turn looking up the hazy hidden stars..
reveals them in their unperturbing cryastllic lucidity.. through those
rapid missioning clouded sieves.. flowing delicate~ filamentous
as see~ through terylene strands.. seemingly heaps as densely
smothering smokiness clouts in a lazy motion, to these distant
eyes.. lying prone in yogic fixations to the dramatic reeling in fibrous
fabric of the cryptic skies.. in the ever~ changing woven patterns..
(en/de)~ coding randomly of.. ]
feels the latencies or obstructions.. a design of fate.. to feel
in the more intensities of unsaid manifestations.. that only
the interacting souleyes conver(g/s)e in that alignment.. a destiny..
ceaseless waterfalling acoustics of the overflown waterhead tank..
drips as small rivulet stream in a nomadic meandering.. with serially
ornate diamonding gleams in zigzaggy reflecions... in some sudden turns
of domesticating oxfam bend embraces.. in a buzzy creasing grainy
newspapery organic score... a reminiscing emittance...
yet more the strange sounds of the night coexists… the guttural growls
of cat~ fights & croaking frogs, the shrilly mdetallic keying in crickety vibrations…
the atrociously noisy~chattery crowning humans finally fade into the silence
of a circardian~ less sleep..
[...& amidst the growing graveyard silence, I search for my golden bird origami
lost in the erasing unnumbered pages of a forgotten book, nestled along
with their pressed herbarium companions of a brittly cordate sacred fig leaf
with their a more recent accidentally broken apex, the faded grassy vetivers
& the still lil pinkish~ the crinkly petallous damask rose, concretely intact of
their scented descents..]
the cat fights have gone terribly violent... with primal~ screaming pleads?
… perhap have they hunted my lost golden bird for their bloody nomoonish
supper… no, my bird is still on somewhere...somehow...for the cats cross the
way with their now silenced hunt, that hovering bat!
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of
energy, frequency and vibration.”.. Nikola Tesla's words resonate...
.. & whether 'finding' them as pages of deconstructs or not.. there's
this 'one' holistic sub~ conscious lotus in eternal blooms.. a 'feltness'
of all & nil... not just coming alive... it's a divine falling in line, a magical
align.. the nature in all its sync conspires.. to a manifest... all & only in
LOVE.. you know... my One"
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