Time eludes the unforeseen as clock hands slow
Misaligning stumbling blocks creating frustration in tow
Destiny is a force against which all is abound
Tipping scales of favor without a sound
Every word spoken…seeds cast towards the ocean
Taking root to claim, to produce, what is set in motion
Therefor, my friend, tread lightly with your wondering thought
That heaven may ascend delight for what in your core is sought
Captains log full of care promises sense datum of thought
Meshing worlds of symbolic motion beyond desires of what is sought
Nights filled with exotic dreams reconcile a passionate embrace
Dancing amongst a celestial body radiating energy face to face
Connection of deep observation entices tantric potpourri
Foraging warm waters of Eros …All while navigating a cobalt sea
stands firm in grander as she motions a gust of wind leading draft horses pulled deeply by a strong undertow
comfortable stables and sleepless endeavors claim the night
as stallions carouse medium of exchange
encasement glass ascending lack…
an entrapment for personified winged men
Que tengas suerte en tu vida
lady of steel who shines the night lead this wayward soul with your light Towards a path foreknown
para estar libre de dolor ser libre para amar a ser libre para padre en una noche sin luna me llevan a mi barco es tan
and help me find my way home
Conflict reflection
Manifests dual Properties
Distinguishing reality
Creating distance Between
Materialistic and Metaphysics
Perception of Mental scrutiny
Establishes Aesthetics
Empirically driven by Physics
In a perpetual dance of Pseudo
A monstrosity of Insecurities
Between states of Consciousness
Questioning our very Existence
For without a doubt
On realization of Thought
We are but a mire
Ghost In a machine
A Tribute to the Beatles preformed at an off-Broadway production, by the band, Rain. By Nancy ray Taylor
An unexpected turn of events this weekend prompted a friend and myself to enter a lottery for the tribute show of the Beatles, preformed by Rain, and winning great seats. Anticipating with high expectations of learning more about the 1960′s and 70′s rock sensation of the music world, I was surprised when I experienced just a musical concert. Along with extended film footage of screaming, crying, fainting girls at Shea Stadium, was a small amount of trivial and news clips from the Beatles “invasion.” My reflection of this show preformed at Brooks Atkinson Theater in the Broadway district of New York city, was very entertaining as I watched the audience. The music was well preformed by a talented group of musicians, starting with the era of first landing on American soil as they shifted towards their final Psychedelic years beyond Sargent Pepper. The scene changes went very smooth as we watched commercials from those times and laughed. The audience seemed pleased, especially one elderly gentleman who expressed his appreciation loudly each time one of his favorite songs started, which was often. The band, Rain, seem to master every song and gesture of the legendary foursome, with the added help of a fifth member, a keyboardist, whom never did dress in costume, but remained his true self.
A delight of wonder was experienced by most in the crowd, singing, dancing and pointing at the screen as I watched them being caught from the video cam. Lights reflecting back onto the audience as the performance was not intended just to entertain, but to include us as well. Note for note, the show was transporting and infectious. It is very hard not to get involved as bodies across the room twisted, young and old, inspiring even the most rigid to dance…except, the woman to my right…whom seem to just hate life. However, my date and I were very pleased as we danced and sang along with most of the songs we knew. My only disappointment of this concert, was the non inclusion of my favorite song in which I named one of my girls, “Michelle.” But probable for the best, seeing that I might have started to cry, like one of the women was doing during her favorite song.
Would I see this show again? Probably not and I certainly would not have paid full price for my seat, however, the celebration was nice, especially the bumping up against my date. Over all, I would say I had a good time watching the reaction of all those whom came to re-live or be a part of nostalgia as they raised their hands to the swaying hypnotic sound of “Strawberry Fields Forever.” Reminded of a generation that experienced free love, war, a desire for peace, as well as, influential music. I left the theater smiling with all the rest of those whom participated in being transported back into time. With favorable feelings of gratification and a better understanding that in the end…I get by with a little help from my friends.
photo taken by Sara Krulwich and published in the New York Times
Enchanting music begins to play…to the beat of the tantra sway…I pause a moment to reflect…upon intentions, motives and direct…an understanding of consent…an agreement of two spirits dancing an event…knowing myself all to well…drawn by my desire to your smell
When we choose to explore our heart…i will begin to sing chants of the siren…love sonnets near to take part…from afar i shall release my charms…kept safely preserved in secret chambers…as further we will explore in each other’s arms…the exciting ride of intertwined emotions…traced with hints of love tonic potions
For my warrior…
I do believe you to be strong to handle the intensity of love’s flame…brave…to show me your true soft belly beneath that dragon’s layer…wise…to know when to catch your breath…and ever so gentle…with understanding the connection of two trees laced as one
Pull me back to earth as friends will do…but remember..anything beyond gentle, will disrupt the veiw
May we have this mutual agreement…that when we come together in the present moment…and smell the other in the flesh…within the spirit…if either does not find the scent to be appealing to what we seek…we shall bow gracefully and be content…you my earth bound friend shall go to your place of refuge internally seeking the fire you desire…as I retreat back into the water…waiting for another opportune moment to bloom with the sun
However, if by chance the drums beat an eternal song of potential lacing of these two hearts as one…then may we hold hands as we discuss our likes and dislikes…may we engage in mutual consent of greatness to be shared…when riding the same wave…as we continue to remain our true selves…with consciousness always upon the other…profound wisdom is what we bring individually to the table and necessary for growth within…without desire to change the other into what we think we need…but be content as we investigate the passion embedded deep…as we remain faithful to our personal convictions
Are you ready for expedition as lovers towards the adventurous journey of odyssey?
Shall we dance inside sun lite rays on the shore as we receive the fullness of silence
that will fall upon our bodies as we waltz in and out of reality?
Sharing secrets…praying for unconditional understanding…from you, from me, from an unconventional point of view…as we lay basking in satisfaction of our longing for the moon…she gently beckons our attention attune…in which i lovingly scratch your back and you embrace my being…sheltering me from the cold night as deep sleep we foreseeing…to the sound of distant chants and heartfelt drums…whispering sonnets guided by sensuous hums …we smell pungent fragrance of the milky sap funnel-shaped blossoms of the Temple Tree, Frangipane…and thus began to create memories of dream spent days…that we may bloom in harmony
Peace be to you as you travel my friend…and may we meet soon, accross the fisherman’s bend…
There was a creative butterfly…emotionally delicate…strongly aware of her nature…fearless of love and so much to give…She searched for a tree to land on…to be grounded to…when the cold wind blew
For many years…she was attached to a tree…that was self destructive…he held her tightly bound…as to take them both underground…So she left this rotting tree…and flew thousands of miles looking for a way to be free…Time went by as she waited…lessons came quickly as expected, but she longed for a connection…A want too deep for words to satisfy her inner flame…to balance the wind and rain…as she searched for herself
In the distance, far from her existence…a seductive tree whispered sweet words in her ear…things she did not know…so she flew close to explore his branches…His core was vulnerable and he protected it with Habitual, familiar and comfort to keep himself firmly planted, but she saw his sweet core and feel deep for this lovely tree…Over his branches she would fly…High with emotions he would bring out…Exciting to the both as they played…but he was a tree…and…she…a butterfly
She needed to fly and feel safe when she landed and hoped he would be a comfort but he was not able
He played with other crawling creatures from the surface of the forest floor…It was not in her nature to follow along…nor could she comprehend his need…to have his bark constantly torn by caterpillars too shallow…as their only intentions…were to devour his leaves…he surrounded himself…with an infestation of his own existence…in the shadows he played…while keeping the butterfly in his branches…doing all he could to lure her…to his prison of darkness…
She knew the truth…that she shines way too bright…to be collected and gather dust…in the dark…so onto the ground she fell, tormented with the grief of rejection…Sleeping…Waiting…Tragically, not flying
Bewitched by the darkness of the forest floor she came upon another tree…Bright with the sun…full of dreams and a jest for new experiences…she did not see an infestation and was enchanted by his ways of gentle seduction…so she flew up high and played in his branches…But this tree hesitated his affection, not sure of her intentions as he protected his new found freedom…curiously he watched her play… as he joined her for a dance…his ruby lips smiling…allowing himself to feel good after such a long, long sleep…allured by his radiating energy…charmed by his songs of passion, she played in this tree of the sun…Beautifully distracted…holding on when he was not looking…taking great pains to not have him shoo her away…very happy after a long winter…and she saw nothing wrong…nothing wrong…with her desires and loving intentions
Then from the distance, a familiar sound came…as she turned to look, she saw the tree of her lost love…surrounded by his own hand of imprisonment…howling with the wind…His perpetual stance so far into the ground he sent a sonnet to sway her back…and out of desperation,she grabbed hold of a branch of her new place in the sun…but the mook tree misread her and began to shake her loose…he was ill at ease of being held too close…and the pull was too great… for her to bare…lovers too torn…and longing to mend
She needed a friend to understand…the desire so hard to resist…If only the sun tree would have opened his heart and not so be afraid of the butterfly or misconcieve her intentions…for all she asked from him was an understanding affection…Unconditional understanding…beyond his ego…his need to be heard…just hold her so she can rest for a while…as she let go of the past…fly in peace…But his fears consumed him…reality of his time around the sun made him desperately grab hold of the ground he knew…desperatly seeking a way out…hanging on tightly for fear of losing all that he has known…the mook tree violently shook his branches and sent her away…and to this day…he still dreams of being free…but he never will leave the forest…so he sits…a lonely tree
The butterfly left…what she thought she wanted…all that she saw herself as…and flew…high above all the trees…to far to hear there songs…so high that she began to feel and see another way…she did not fall to the ground or back to sleep nor back to the familiar tree that held her heart so dear…but fluttered around in wonder with the idea of who she is becoming…happy with anticipation…of her true connection and a strong sense to fly…she holds her wings outright without a thought
the spell is gone…the bewitchment…just an illusion…a fantasy that kept her trapped…
As the butterfly looks from above…whispers from the seductive trees fade…peace fills the void and calms her flame and the forest doesn’t seem so strange anymore…but rather lonely in a somber way
the fingerless gloves she wore that peered out from her
overcoat…
A Black knit hat covered all but the straight cut bangs of her dark thick brown hair…but was obviously too shiny to be clean….Her pants were a stock brand, black with matching black socks. The worn shoes looked as if she had found them in an abandoned tenement building left behind from a migrant worker of long days gone by and I assumed she worked as a server of some sort.
As she sat, reading her novel, the train moved at a slow, seductive pace…I watched as her pink eyes glazed back and forth across the pages…me curious about her background, her story… then suddenly she stopped and looked up at me… staring…I did not bow down nor look away…but gave a slight smile…and in kind…she did the same… as she bent her head back down… towards her book
we attach ourselves to people and things that make us who we are..
or what we think we are because of their need and wants
and as that could be satisfying for a while, what we want and need for ourselves…is much more of a challange…a lesson of fulfilling love
this my reflections on changes from within
and beautiful people, flying off on their own…
including…me
many days around the sun i spent nights crying to the moon…living in a glass-shell governed by those i protected…believing in knowledge taught to me
by those i was told to trust
i ran across a room of mirrors…the fog consumed me and i became lost…searching for myself in the reflection…i cried for anyone to hear, but my echos came back empty…the dark had begun to creep in as i sat down
distress grabbed my spirit as years went by..roots deeply planted…repeating…no longer needed…no longer wanted…and sadness began to dwell deep my heart…
i masked a facade for sake of the show…became good at living a lie…a truth i would come to know and the very chains that bound me
broken down…crushed to the ground…from all the pain i would…easily take on as my own
i gave up and just as i did, something beautiful began to happen
in the middle of my fragile heart…i finially let go of myself and the wounds i held so dear…i heard drums beat faintly in the distance as i closed my eyes and began to sway…transfixed on the sound…energy from a source so strong…i embraced the unknown with my essence…and began to float towards what i knew to be true…i felt the warmth of hope…a familar light…i emerged from the water…embraced by my eternal source as a child whispered my name and encouraged me from within…helping me to forgive and find my flight…it was then realized…it was me whom held the key to my own happiness
