black lace over the top

medusa syndrome series IV

_ _ _ 

and

Star of David  in the sky dome of yesterday

"some describe this amazing planetary line-up as a vehicle of ascension, a tool for the evolution 

of the human race. to the same believers, we each have, what is known as an energetic body vehicle 

in the same shape as this planet formation surrounding our physical forms. in our personal stars

or Merkaba’s  we are able to tune into  other realities, if and when these vehicles are activated."

- from Star of David Appears in the Sky - Guardian Express

swirling lanterns

desert plants and steps

"in this world of trickery emptiness is what your soul wants." - Rumi

infinite flight

extended table

blossom on blade

filled with the saturation of tenderness 

                                                                                                               (thank you, raphaellae)

buck moon gazing

"we ran as if to meet the moon" - Robert Frost

crisp winter dreams

sense of self

echo of shadows

                                                            . . . from the fi(ni)shing line

yellowness

torchlight

lucky charms

hearts and lanterns

tattered wings

in the tattered wings

of a coconut tree

the wind rages delirious

chatters like the mad rain
day and night night and day
dry tears of unfathomable pain
one thousand blades

prying off a soul
from a frail man's body

pain pain pain
more than sinew and bone can bear
taut twanging ball of nerves
cutting wrenching tearing
squeezing thirsty cupful
teardrops of blood-
dew to appease tomorrow's dawn

heaven birthing an angel
amid Earth's mourning

but why so violent? oh God, why
s o   v i o l e n t ?

(it was never suppose to be this way)

tectonic rupture

water blossoms

_ _ _

at the instance of breaking waves blossom -

window-shopping XXI - [sin pecado*]

“They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams.
I painted my own reality." - Frida Kahlo (July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954)

                                                                        *the Sinless store

perched in trees

 _ _ _

gold rush

ador(n)ed by the tropical rain

                                     strings of flawless beads

                                    gleam in the flame tree - blossoms

                                    ador(n)ed  by the rain

viole(n)t in the distance

                                           at the farthest end

                                           of the visible spectrum -

                                           a viole(n)t  tempest

"i believe that truth has only one face: that of violent contradiction." - Georges Bataille