Twin Flame

We glided across the universe in fractal colours glistening
Starlight lovers painting dreams with one true meaning
In love and light our twin flames reunited
Magnetising energy grids in violet blue blazing red.

With our kiss in the moonlight
With our hands clasped so tight
Into the unknown we conquer
Walking to barren deserts
building haven plantations
Galactic love ad infinitum.

Together apart together weaving figure eights in cosmic motion
Crushing black holes of gravity collapsing abysmal feeling
Stardust beings saturate nothingness instilling nuclear fusion
Supernovae plasma across the universe is Twin flames true love curse.

With our kiss in the moonlight
With our hands clasped so tight
Into the unknown we conquer
Walking to barren deserts
building haven plantations
Galactic love ad infinitum.

Sing to me again my love
Again over and over
Without end.

Dark Clouds

The afternoon sun with its sweltering heat had made his lips crack from dehydration. His whole body was caked with dirt, dried blood and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. In an open courtyard surrounded by dilapidated stonewalls he stood with his hands tied behind a post.

He had lost everything.

As calculated as he was in all that he did there was one thing which didn’t add up. How could he have known it was going to end up like this. Would today be the beginning of his demise he wondered.

He went over the whole scenario again. One minute the courtyard was filled with friends and family celebrating a reunion and the next minute he was tied to a post.

“What the hell did I miss?!” He bellowed with sheer frustration.

“Absolutely nothing.” Rasped a voice.

“Who are you? Show yourself!” He barked.

“Have you forgotten what you bargained for many years ago. I’m here to collect your debt.” The voice sneered.

All of a sudden his eyes widened in alarm as he felt an eerie cold wind from behind and had sent shivers down his spine. He slowly cleared his throat and tried to muster up a calm voice but failed to conjure up a sound except for a high pitched squeak. He coughed and blood spewed out from his injured lip and he spat on the ground.

“I still have some time left. One year to be exact.” He hoarsely whispered.

“Perhaps so but that would be the case except you failed upon our agreed contract. Matter of fact, you don’t seem to remember what it was. Now this is a pleasant surprise especially coming from you. Even if you do remember by now what do you suppose I would want in exchange.” Laughed the voice.

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“Why did you show me that scene?” I asked the Guardian of the Sun.

“You will know what to do when the time comes. See its truth.” Smiled my guardian.

“Is this necessary? I thought we’re supposed to be working on me here and not anyone else.”

“You are, you being the operative word.” Chuckled the ancient spirit.

“Okay. Well, each has a role to play according to what I see. The consequences that arise are only the result of which these two parties have engaged in. The voice is at a clear advantage by cloaking himself in mystery even though the man at the post recognises him in the end. The voice does not show himself in order to continue exuding his power over the man and to break him down slowly. Whatever it was in that agreed contract must have contained a loophole which the man who’s tied to the post thought he could overcome. Aha! I see now why you showed me this.” I said calmly.

“Let us go to another place and time.” Replied my Sun Guardian.

I wondered whether the man would survive and if so, was there a way to prevent the inevitable from happening. And if not then the only solution was the hope that somehow he’d find a way to free himself from that post or figure out the loophole in the contract.

“Sometimes you care too much without knowing how that will affect you during battle.” Consoled the ancient being.

“I am a woman in this present life for a reason. It’s in my nature to care regardless of anything else. And don’t get mad I just called the rains to come now. He’s entitled to drink some water.” I said matter-of-factly.

“That will not change anything,” paused my guardian as he quizzically stared at me and continued saying, “even if the ropes do get wet. There is little or no chance of him escaping.”

“A little goes a long way.” I retorted and smiled.

Roaring Silence

The spirit of the wind had taken me to various moments in time and as the points intersected in my life I had used intuition as well as my heart to fully be present. I needed to find out the reality of it all. The truth that I had been searching for.

Weaving dreams into a tapestry of life slowly began to take form. I was never going to understand it all. What I had gathered was its acceptance.

Today marks another awakening.

Riding on the waves of Mother Nature, I sought refuge between her slipstreams. The signs were everywhere. And upon reflection breaking links in its infancy was necessary for growth. I had seen the possibilities of what its path brought and it was the only way of saving another life. Lives for that matter. I could not bear to go down that road again and not listen to my council. Something had to be done. Removing myself from the picture was how the forces led me to my decision.

It was better this way.

I had found a way to help without physically being there.
Sometimes past lifetimes were only meant to be remembered by the chosen few. “He’s still a sleeping dragon,” I said to my Wind Guardian, “only waking from slumber through eyes of broken souls and dozing off again.”

“He will come in many forms through vessels which only you recognise. Watch him. Observe his actions. And do not interfere in his awakening. It is time for you to be reborn again. To focus on your training. Let us walk away for now. The true one will reveal himself in time.” Replied the Wind.

So this is what nature meant by unbiased council. “Couldn’t I just do this alone.” I wondered. And without waiting for Wind’s response I remembered there were some things that needed no explanation.

I walked the Universe with nature’s messengers and revel in how much I have grown to love this world all over again.

What I held so close to my heart after eons of cycles was released into the air. I had found myself again in the midst of it all. It was never about him that I searched for but the lessons I needed to learn.

I purged the last remnants of blocked energy within and listened for the thunder. Slowly it rained harder and harder it poured. I stood in silence as the water cleansed my spirit and gathered my energy. It was in that moment the sky trembled.

Meadow's Mirror

I rest in contemplation by the meadow

Allowing my body to heal in time for the next voyage.

Equipped with newly acquired skills and a softening of the heart,

I regard in wonder how valuable my journey has been thus far.


Lost in thoughts gazing at the world

I swim in the depths of infinity’s treasures

Reaching out to find my true self all over again

Making plans for soul-lessons today

As there was never a thought more satisfying than to

Realise the understanding of the non-understanding—

A truth that smiles for the challenges I face.


That as much as I was protecting those around me

I had forgotten the most important reality of all...

The links of my soul brothers and sisters who guard my own light

And why we share the love for one another—

It is recognising our own selves in the mirror.

Blue Flame

From North, South, East to West,
I spent infinite sunrises with you
And gazed at diamonds in the night sky

From Mt. Rainier, Kilimanjaro, Mt. Apo and Mont Blanc
I found myself soaring above in peaceful silence
And like an eagle pierced the hidden valleys

From Atlantic, Indian and Pacific oceans
I poured my soul into your shores
And wept for sorrows endless pain

From the Negev, Arabian and Sahara deserts
I guided lost travelers in search of their compasses
And I found my own oasis amongst them

The wind, the sun, the moon and rain
Whisper softly to my seeking heart
And my soul walks to where my spirit roars

Now I return to where it all began
With Blue Flame’s Sword in me
Africa you howl at harvest moon’s end.

Thank you

I had seen this possibility in one of my dreams and when all came to pass I was left with a day to remember.
I doubt that I’d ever see his face again but I could still sense him miles away.
There was a darkness in his manner yet finely masked with airs of practiced smiles;
A slight bitterness perfumed his calculated words.
I wondered how to reach into the labyrinth of his heart
For here in front of me stood a man in need of trust.
There was something keeping him shackled to the past and I had little time to navigate the conversation
But whatever it was, had changed his colours.

He wasn’t looking for friendship but I tried nonetheless.
We continued to stand next to each other surveying the landscape before us
And that was when I felt his longing of escape from his reality.
It was the beauty in seeing the world that to him going back meant reliving what was buried and recounting memories better left unspoken.
Never did he forget what happened.

He would not allow me to see this part of himself and yet it was all he ever showed.
I wanted to hug him and say, “I’m here for you as a friend for that is all I can give you, for now,”
But I didn’t and the moment had gone.
That was the last time I saw him and to this day I still think of him and wonder if he’s okay now and if he’s found little things that make him happy or if he found his way back to himself again.

So I thank him and I thank you for showing me -- unexpected kindness does matter.

Guiding Light

My spirit had landed on a dhow boat in the middle of the ocean.

I could see my own ship towering to the left side with its white sails blowing in the wind.

Three of my crewmen had decided to accompany me and investigate the mystery of the sinking boat.

I relayed orders to my men and they set about searching every nook and cranny.
Something was amiss—

I felt a presence down below and proceeded through a door that led to a long hallway.

As I started walking, I peered through each of the doors and found nothing inside;
Only empty spaces or broken furniture covered in dust.

My heart was beating faster as the water started rising above my feet.

I quickened my pace, but fear had slowly crept in my being.

What lay behind the last door that suddenly made my body want to take flight?

I was running out of time for my inner guide had whispered a sense of urgency to open the door and proceed to the top deck.

Refusing to give up I opened the last door and found a small ragged boy covered in dirt and a captain’s uniform.

He was surprised to see me but said nothing, only looking up at me with eyes that said his innocence was lost beyond measure.

I reached out my hand and smiled and said, “Come with me, I found your hat, it’s upstairs. You can put it on once we get to the top.”

He shook his head and I crouched down and opened my arms and we hugged for a moment.

“I am here now. Let’s get your ship sailing again.”

By the time we reached the top deck the little dhow boat was barely afloat.

My crew was ready to pull me back to my own vessel when I whistled to the wind and gently uttered five words... “Give him back his hat.”

And the ragged boy grinned for the first time and the dhow boat transformed into a magnificent ship.

“Farewell my dear one and see you soon,” as I sailed away into the universe.

Unveiling Gentleness

Wrapped in its constancy I ascended the treacherous mountain
A strange feeling lingered.
Careless thoughts began to arise,
Relinquishing vows and severing links from broken Past—
Retribution for misguided sufferings
Vengeful cries shrouded in festering wounds
Be GONE you mischievous fog!
I see you cloaked in shadow’s veil
Luring my vulnerability to hopeless being.

I could just be as you want me
But my body endures and takes each painful step to higher ground.
I know not what lay ahead of this path
And yet the only voice I regard is the sound of my beating heart.

My parched lips stung from dehydration
As I painstakingly breathed in the crisp air
Oh such agony!

Keep on walking I hear.
Keep on walking.
Must keep walking.

Time stretched an eternity when suddenly a force hit me,
I could almost feel the peak being near
Two small steps brought me to a sight unimaginable
As I stood at the broken stones
The unveiling gentleness of the fog lifted before me
And there at last was the sacred tree I longed for.

Here lies my beloved dream.
Memories flooding through
And I remember us once more.

Unlocking ancient memories

I rested my head against the coolness of the rock as I lay wounded from combat.
Slowly I turned to look over my shoulder at my enemy.
He had a deep gash from his left chest running down to his thigh but he was still upright.
I fought even when I had no more strength left in my body,
Only my spirit guiding my movements as I feint and parried his attacks.

I had underestimated my opponent and without a strategy
I had lost a battle that could have been my victory,
for I advanced when I should have first assessed the situation.
Failing to see the trap set before me, I walked into the deception.
In my haste I ignored the wrenching feeling that gripped my heart for I only
Heard the screaming cries from the two women tied on the ground.
I tried to sense the energies around me and noticed their souls take a flight into the darkness.
With my last remaining incantation I set their spirit free from the shackles of my enemy
And passed out.

The last memory I had was my twin flame using his own energy to heal my wounds.
I felt his love and sadness within my soul.
By the time I woke up the world around me had changed once again and my twin flame
Was nowhere to be found but I could feel him come alive stronger than ever.
Did he fight against my enemy, where did he go, and why was his presence so far away…

Blue Diamond

As I stood by the lake my reflection shimmered underneath the crescent moon
A season had come and gone
And I could feel my outer shell being discarded in this time of growth.

In my infinite travels I realised that I only sought my reflection to better understand who I was, Who I am now and who I want to be.
I wanted to visit the places I held dearly
For each passage was ventured with fervour.
My soul whispers close to my heart and speaks of the experiences it wants to learn
And my determination fuelled by forgotten dreams.
The world is my mirror and inside me the universe.

In a crypt lie the hopes once webbed by eternal twin flames.
Their innocence torn by vengeful cries from sleeping wolves
Once they walked the path of equal measure
In their polarities balancing their true nature
A separation allowing growth in their beings
Only to reunite once again and ignite their fire.

I looked up towards the moon and gave thanks for the memories in time.
And I acknowledged I am the blue diamond, the Tanzanite in this realm.
Whether I walk alone my heart still belongs to the man in the black armour.