“Shall I compare thee…?”

XVIII.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

—William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII

forest-trees-green-paradise summer

Forest Trees Green Paradise of Summer

 

“Awakening Dreams”

AWAKENING DREAMS

Awakening dreams
Magic practices confuse
Illusions believed

Imagination
Activates inner feelings
Images emerge

Our inner world is
Infinite descriptions of
Impossible scenes

Believing is real
When minds are demonstrating
Divine mysteries

Physical Universe
Holding with arms for comfort
Expands endlessly

© jk 2015

awakening dreams by donika nikova

Awakening Dreams by Donika Nikova

The Black Wolf Blogger Award Sparkles Version

Ray aka Ben Naga of https://bennaga.wordpress.com/ has kindly gifted me with the Black Wolf Blogger Award (Sparkles Version)

the-black-wolf-blogger-award

The Black Wolf Blogger Award

I improvised on the introduction with the following:

“This is a new award, it’s the first time I’ve seen it.
If it is representative of the wolf, which is a positive symbolism:
the wolf has sharp intelligence, deep connection with instincts,
appetite for freedom, expression of strong instincts.”
Sited at spiritanimal.info

So all that remains is for me to nominate a few likely looking candidates. I know that some of those whose sites I follow do not like to accept awards so I won’t nominate them here (unless in error). Conversely, I hope I don’t omit anyone in the mistaken belief that they do not entertain awards.

bipolarmuse
vampiremaman
cristianmihai
sophiebowns
teacherastransformer
wakingspirals
thebipolarjourneythroughtherabbithole
bennaga (he honors me/i honor him)
aminddivided
thelightbearernovelist
deanj.baker
retireediary (does not do awards but fantastic site)
uncletree’shouse
mackenziesdragonsnest
whoisbert

I do hope that whoever reads this will investigate at least some of the sites listed and that you will find here some things to entertain and challenge you, just as I hope they will continue to entertain and challenge me. For which I am forever grateful.

“Unending Love”

“Unending Love”

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

shellet xie - yin yang - pressed flower art - balance

shellet xie – yin yang – pressed flower art – balance

 

“Madness”

MADNESS

Hopeless bleeds
Haunts shadows
Mind loses calmness
Raw bones stripped clean
Grinds the deadness
Shadows in the dark
Pretend fear away

Unsuccessful the voices
Breathe stolen images
Nightmares’ leftovers
Circle around
Before the grave
Quiet the sound
Words echo
When spoke aloud

Lost in a mine field
Blood explodes
Owns the end
Sanity rejected
Sucks down
The rough terrain
Rips life away
Shreds existence

Dread madness
Releases uncertainty
The light surrenders
Anxiety overwhelms
Fear’s strangers
Aloneness within
Consumes Universe
While Nothingness holds court

© jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015