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Archive for the ‘Mystery’ Category
Reincarnation
Posted in Blabla, Hermeticism, Language, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Words, World, tagged reincarnation on November 21, 2009 | 2 Comments »
White chamber
Posted in Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, tagged ghost, ghost story, Halloween, spook, spooky, story on October 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I awoke in the white chamber on the second floor of the Victorian house on F-Street in Salida, Colorado, with the distant but certain feeling that someone was listening in the stillness – a child.
I knew it was the child whose face I’d seen peering in the window of this room before, the child in [...]
Leonine
Posted in Art, God, Hermeticism, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, World, tagged horror, wrath on July 11, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I have a terrible face, even a cruel one. I’m scarred and disfigured. I seem to have had a few harelip and other operations too many. And the crown of my adornments might be misleading, my forceful symbols misread, my red eye, my green eye might be seen as wrathful. But I’m not – I’m [...]
A dream of fire and air
Posted in Art, Death, God, Hermeticism, Imagination, Life, Literature, Love, Mystery, Poetry, World, tagged air, fire, Indian, kiss, Mayan, Sun on June 20, 2008 | 15 Comments »
I was blue in my dream, like an Indian god, but my headdress was Mayan, and I was kissing a reluctant sun whose serrations were cutting into me. Treacherous heavenly body! I, come out of brown clay, was burning, my love, my devotion, my passion seared and blown away in flame and smoke. There’s love [...]
Lancelot has heavy remembrance to wipe off his brow
Posted in Imagination, Language, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Words, World, tagged beauty, Cafe Writing, dream, men, women on June 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
In the morning
what had been
a future that held
such admirable
beauty had become
a thicket of nerves,
and nowhere
in him would
the women rescue
what had been
aroused in men’s
dream.
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written incorporating seven words from Café Writing: arouse, morning, nerve, women, men, beauty, admire, nowhere.
Calf in the astral world
Posted in Art, Humor, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Surrealism, World, tagged astral, astral world, calf on May 23, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The moolet among the layered striations of many colors is slightly dazed. Its ears twitch, the occasional head shake helps. But it is firmly planted in all this superior mess, ready to weather things on sturdy knobby legs.
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Derived from the above painting by Rick Mobbs.
A different kind of communication
Posted in God, History, Lyrics, Music, Mystery, Poetry, Syncretism, Words, World, tagged Buffy Sainte-Marie, communication, God, space travel, telephone, wireless, wonder on May 10, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I’m going to let Buffy Sainte-Marie speak on the topic of telephone – because this song is what came to my mind first when I read Sunday Scribblings‘ invitation …
Moonshot
Off into outer space you go my friends
we wish you bon voyage
and when you get there we will welcome you again
and still you’ll wonder at it [...]
A door
Posted in Art, God, History, Jesus, Mystery, Mysticism, Religion, World, tagged Christ, da Vinci, Dan Brown, doors, last supper, Leonardo, Mary Magdalene on May 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Not the da Vinci original but a copy from the protestant church in Haigerloch, southern Germany. The person to the left of Christ is clearly a woman. This painting is older than Dan Brown’s The da Vinci code but would lend itself very well to Brown’s interpretation.
And the door in the back, where does it [...]
A desert dream
Posted in Death, Life, Literature, Mystery, World, tagged desert, dream, One Single Impression, society on May 4, 2008 | 9 Comments »
A gecko on the ceiling in the yellow adobe house at the foot of the dune, a scorpion about to enter my boots on the floor. The tear of a dew drop. A breath from the window opening moves the light white cloth that covers me on my wooden cot. How I wish that this [...]
I am on a different planet
Posted in Food, Hermeticism, Humor, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged blue, blue planet, galactic hitchhiker, Planet Blue, sci-fi on April 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I am on a different planet every day,
and today’s planet is small – the horizon
curves nearby, and I’m afraid I’ll fall off
if I walk more than a mile. Five miles,
and I’d be standing on my head.
This planet is blue and patterned, as if
somebody had traced curves in the sand
on a beach. It is a pleasant, [...]
