MIDNIGHT POETRY ‘Alphabet of Symbols’

Alphabet of Symbols

Having said nothing
Appeared invisible
Comfort zone of a shell
Turtle in her tiny home

Study and research
Get a Nobel Prize
Heroes of today
Lost in past memories

Dust off the pollen
From the dirty veil
Vent out the brain
Crunch the letters

Empty like O
Crossed like X
Straight like I
Hooked on J
Climb on H
And Y?

Because the turmoil
Water down my back
Heart beats solid line
Freshly poured vacuum

Product of society
Packaged in cling film
Slow to change
Solid in roots

Seeds spread on toast
Down the throat
Sprouted new ideas
Inside the mind

Greater collective
Broken to pieces
Glued to the past
Waiting for a heroin

With patience
Shot of clarity
In vain
Flying past

Lie still or move

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Riddled’

Riddled

As we march
Into the unpredictable
The well known ‘me’
With the insecure ‘I’

The rumbling of thoughts
Swooshing through my brain
Sparks of thunderbolts
Flashes of lightning

Microscopic greatness
On a Petri dish
Slush of fat cells
Moving through space

Invisible chains
Holding my reality
World full of sanitation
Yet without sanity

Training my perception
To look at the beauty
With grace and awe
Full of expectation
An order in an action

Stay with me
Hold me tight
We are meant to be
Have a free will
Only sign here

Illusions vanished
What came after
The time of honeymoon
Love and peace

Esteemed architects
Burning bridges
Dry land of bare souls
Living in harmony

Truth on a plate
Masking tape fell off
Wrinkled soul
Shivers exposed in the heat

Calling no number
Breaking silence
Deep within
Found the Self

Lost in the heat of night
Day full of promise
Best of times to be had
Yet to dream big

Shadows of the I
Creeping up on my Self

Exposed

Blended into wholeness

MIDDAY POETRY “Instantly Moreish”

Instantly Moreish

I cried and my eyes flooded old rivers
I smiled and my mouth shaped new valleys
The tears of joy came unexpectedly
Above all the lies the truth resides

My heart beats to the bongo drums
My liver filters toxic memories
I raise a praise to the grey matter
For keeping it all in sync

The order which runs my blood around
Does not sleep and never stops dry
I go about my day with a fresh look on my face
Knowing that I am looked after and cared for

Whatever I call it whatever name I give
It bursts way beyond those vowels
More life there is given with each breath
Homeostasis keeps me balanced inside out

My heart opened to new discoveries
My mind shattered old structures
What stays permanent moves around
Constant flow of dissatisfaction.

More Moreish More

 

THE LANGUAGE WITHOUT WORDS

Many teachers out there speak of the ‘language of the heart’.
What does this communication from the heart or language of the heart actually mean?

The mystery of the language of the heart is encoded in the land of the body, feelings and emotions.

Let’s look at an example. See if you can relate…
When we meet with a stranger, we unconsciously engage part of our brain, which starts to evaluate the other person. We are looking for warning signs or similarities. Even before the other person starts to speak, we have already made our first set of unconscious prejudgment and observations. On the level of body language, we assess each other from our posture, movement of the limbs, facial features and also mood anticipation.

Then we create an internal picture of the other person, seeing them for who we perceive them to be through the lens of our preconceived ideas. As much as they are doing the same thing, evaluating our own body language and also our features.

And then we or them start to talk with one another. Now, we are talking! Our mind is still alert and in the mode of assessment of the other. With our mind needing to find out whether they could be a threat for us or not. When we finally conclude that this person is not a thread but a rather interesting and pleasant to be around, we relax our system of alertness.

Our body has its own way, directed by our unconscious mind, of communicating on an autopilot. We don’t usually plan each muscle’s and tendon’s individual moves, before we move our arms, legs or any part of the body and face into certain position or grimace. We do this unconsciously. We can also say automatically or without thinking consciously about it.

Do we know how to convey something, by other means than using our mind, with words streaming through our mouth?

Now, our other way of communicating, rather than using words to convey a message, is using our body.

If you have ever been in a part of the world where nobody spoke your language (and you didn’t know their language) you can see what I mean. You might have had to do without words. Just some movements of arms, hand signs or signals, or body simulation could be of assistance to explain your or their needs. There is surely more use for our body other than to just carry us around.

Then again, there are times when we want to convey a message like showing compassion, love, trust, respect or understanding. Now, for a variety of reasons, we might choose NOT to use words. If you ever saw a photo of another being, be it baby or animal, or a person in a challenging situation, which created an emotional bond with you, you will know what I mean.

There is language beyond words. The language of the heart is more than can be expressed in words. The touch, the rise of an eyebrow, the smile, the laugh. The formless connections that are formed through these fleeting, yet heart warming instances are boundless.

Make use of this hidden feature of the body to the best of its ability.

Let’s envisage to create a world of more heart warming heart based communication, rather than just plain old speaking of thoughts and opinions or writing of ideas.

With that in mind I leave you in my heart.