the balance between the ”subjective”
and the ”objective” in sight
is at that magical number, and evened;
when one can still feel the protection
of the blue overcoat, an overcoat that
as a smile of a Cheshire cat that begins to reveal what’s inside and out, as the universe
begins to unravel before our eyes still shielded
from a lining
(a cerulean lining – a cloak of stars / a coated moving marble, the moon dancing in between).
It is such a special moment, in an apparent silence
where the spheres begin to hum to another key
©Written and published elsewhere, by me – August 5, 2016
Speaking of ”keys”, I’ll leave a Tony Williams gem..
I was searching youtube to just bring one of its tracks, but, it’s hard to choose one.
I don’t usually like to place a full recording, but, he’s no longer with us and it is hard to choose.
Wishing all a wonderful week.
There is an absence of Time when dusk comes upon the soft blue blanket, ebbing ever so gently.
I hear only the surface, a supple murmur,
Coeus is shifting
as I sink into Panthalassa’s ghostly remains.
Nothing remains but the soft whisper
as each grain pronounces an astral beat
within a song of the ages.
(© originally published without its title elsewhere, August 25, 2017)
- Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part two***
Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part one
Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part three
(Astraeus & Zephyr)
At The Shores of a Greater Go(o)d… Nas margens de um Deus maior…
sitting at the shores, I hurriedly await ,