Bread

Bread

Seed is the template

and the mystery of wheat

brings the bread of life

 

Light is nourishment

earth and water sustaining

elemental earth.

 

Fire transforms the mix

raising the ingredients

manna from heaven

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At dVerse Grace’s prompt is BREAD

A Long Hot Summer

escher m c bond of union 1956

Time slips past punctuated by pain

The small hours of morning

dragging by in dark moonlessness

until the lip of the sun’s circumference

brings the dawning of another day.

 

Summer burns hot in delirium

drugged dizziness dulls perception

I hold my book high reading

as if staring at the ceiling

until I have no strength to support it.

 

Hours pass into days and days into weeks

weeks turn to months.

will I ever get better?

Too weak to walk or sit or eat

eventually sleep brings blessed relief.

 

Summer stretches into October

blazing days still burning

I venture out onto the terrace

and sit in the shade

to contemplate progress made.

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Artwork ‘Bond of Union’ 1956 by M C Escher from The Mag

and shared with dVerse

 

 

Elements

Dali Angel of Port Lligat.

Raphael raises yellow sun in morning air

shines from the East a crystal light of Spring.

Midday burns red fire of Summer in the South

shining Michael’s Emerald Ray.

Westerly Moon reflects a silver chalice in

blue water on Gabriel’s autumnal quarter.

Dead of night at North comes Winter Green

Bronze cauldron of Auriel Archangel of Earth.

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Seven rays of rainbow reach through the sky

a colourful ark imitating the curve of the earth

invisible white light seen in a spectrum split

through water and resting in elemental air.

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For Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse

Four Elements, Four Quarters, Four Archangels forever present but usually unseen.

Angel of Port Lligat by Dali

High Tea

teapot,

Six o’clock on Sunday

‘Sing something simple’ on the wireless.

An embroidered tablecloth worked by an aunt

shows a lady in a crinoline and ribboned bonnet

with a basket overflowing with flowers

woven in colourful silks of chain stitch.

Slices of bread and butter halved in triangles

lettuce, cress, cucumber

and cheese portioned in silver paper.

Baked last week a Sultana cake matured in a tight lid tin.

 

Blackcurrant jam spooned from a jar

brings memories of summer picking, then sitting

topping and tailing and tipping in the pot

as Mother boiled the sugared fruit.

Then a test for set on a plate up turned.

 

The kettle steams and the teapot is warmed

the caddy carried from the shelf

two spoons of leaves and one for the pot.

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For Abhra’s prompt on Food at dVerse.

Image from Google – this is identical to the teapot used at home in my childhood.

 

The Book of Dead Man

Kabbalistic-astrology.

Life is death

the dead man said

in separation of spirit

the spark

inhabits the corporeal

an anguished ordeal

of aging flesh.

 

Dreams of death

in fleshless flight

pass the night

in freedom

yet caught by a

silver thread

at the dawning of morning

 

Astral adventures

confined to consciousness

of the etheric body

which roams the realms

of spiritual light

in Akasha where

all things are absorbed.

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For Grace’s prompt at dVerse

My Bookcase

Four hundred books thereabouts

cover the wall next to my desk

I never counted them before

or noticed their spread until

they arrived at the downsized home

in boxes that seemed to fill the room.

Three days it took to unpack them.

 

My beloved cats look down

from the top shelf immortalised in china

one with his real life tartan collar attached.

The Lladro witch fairy is poised with her wand

next to the Egyptian cat from Cairo.

Buddas gaze at their new surroundings

from hooded eyelids.

A giant brandy glass filled with crystals

reflects light across the room.

A singing bowl resides next to a catholic bell

nudging circular Buddhist chimes

A fancy box stores vanilla candles,

an aroma to attract angels

 

Grandmother’s clock stopped at two

resides at the same height as the mantelpiece

I remember as a child, chimes still in my mind.

Next to it Queen Elizabeth’s coronation mug.

A portrait of Babaji graces the shelf beneath

and fixes me with his enigmatic eyes.

Two abalone shells shine a reminder

of a Melbourne beach I combed.

And an incense burner that was my mothers

nudges the work of C G Jung.

My crystal ball supports a battered copy of The Secret Doctrine

A 1925 reprint of the 1888 original

Madam Blavatsky’s amazing book was my fathers.

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This offering is for Tony Maude’s prompt ‘lists’ at dVerse

and here’s a link to my response to Victoria’s list prompt

http://planetcyberluz.com/2013/07/26/lists/

 

 

Dolores Cannon, A Tribute

Dolores-Cannon.

Sad news to have lost this spiritual teacher

Author of mind blowing books offering us

insights into the origin of earth and its inhabitants

from subjects of reincarnation under hypnosis.

Souls returned to planet earth who lived with the Essenes,

knew the Christ and told the truth of his life and mission.

Sparks of God within us all should wonder at her achievement

and pass on the knowledge she brought us.

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http://omtimes.com/2014/10/dolores-cannon-spiritual-researcher/

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Posted for dVerse where Mary invites us to write about news.

I would like to spread the news of Dolores’ work which seeks to bring us nearer Earth ascension.