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Esoteric Art and Transcendental Poetry

Sometimes we are able to open a doorway to our most intimate selves through art.

If we can use art as a tool to better understand the world, art becomes a mirror and a window of ourselves.

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The Zodiac Signs by Johfra Bosschart

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Prince Dakkar "The Book Of Motion"

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Comment by Rosey Cross on Wednesday

Beautiful group!

Comment by Rhode Island Jim - Jim Magee on November 1, 2015 at 2:37am

Killer Poetry Nemo

Sometimes we read rhyming lines of prose

Just where that they come from, no-one really knows

Sometimes they strike chords echoing familiarity

To us they're clear, although the right word is clarity

It seems as tho for me at least, I never have to try

The right words always just show but I;m damned if I know why

I just wanted to say to you, how moved your poems made me

 the best way I know for me to tell you, is to share what Spirit gave me

Poetry

Comment by Nemo on October 31, 2015 at 8:17pm

One Small Token

What takes possession  of my being as I slumber

What soft  light hovers in this sleep I am under

 These mere words are an attempt to map out

Where my heart met it's spirit once...without question or doubt

How many times must I reach this mirage

Within dark chapters, this nocturnal montage

How can  I not follow her footsteps sublime

For she is revealed to me as The Daughter of Time

She is worthy of study, she is Nature in kind

And from here ever after I am hers and she ever mine

In this attempt to trace my way to her side

She whispers 'there's no need' for she is my bride

In sleep I shall meet her and then touch her hand

In a faraway place I know where dreams land

This dream will tell me things of a world I do miss

As gentle a chime rings...a memory ...a kiss

And though a kiss will bring with it a longing and wonder

I now draw a map back to the mystery I ponder

Who would ever think that this enchantment would make

A one such as I to enfold her and take

This small light...this tender bright...this one spark at night

And then sleep the sleep of a tender delight

Nemo

 

Comment by Nemo on October 5, 2015 at 7:53pm

aurélia

FIRST PART

FIRST CHAPTER

The dream is a second life. I could not break without a shudder those ivory or horn doors that separate us from the invisible world. The first moments of sleep are the image of death; a nebulous numbness seizes our thinking, and we can not determine the exact moment when the ego, in another form, continues the work of existence. It is a subterranean wave that lights gradually and where emerge from the shadows and night pale gravely motionless figures that inhabit the stay of limbo. Then the table form, a new light illuminates and makes playing these weird apparitions - the spirit world opens for us.

Gerad de Nerval

Comment by star.eskys on September 21, 2015 at 6:58am
Re-versed Ways

Symbolic attributes like Night is toDay.
Compliments to one another these energies,
minus the pulling plus pushing away.

Easily blinded One is Perplexed for believing his sight to be true...
Foolishly unaware the laws he knew not
rooted in err knowing of not what he do.

Colors and numbers shapes of vibrations possible frequencies of potential unknown-But to resolve of anything in regards to all things limits himself to seeds that otherwise may have been sewn.

When seeking that which is sought everywhere but within it seems we are led astray, and yet character is formed...

For never in the wrong was he rather complimenting a right yet to be
leading always back to himself to re-define and re-verse his ways.

-Str.Eskys
Comment by Nemo on June 15, 2015 at 12:15pm

One Small Token

Over the years they seldom change

Whose images and movement we try and name

Whose relation cannot be re-arranged

And yet they will remain the same

Shadows they be called at night

From deep inside us it seems

Four seasons will reveal their might

Of impressions we know as dreams

Whenever family , friend or foe whose part

Becomes pivotal in  our play

A nocturnal assembly whose heads and whose hearts

Brings life and meaning in their way

Then again a night's vision that stirs until dawn

Will bring with it a message from where?

A tender place where dreams do land on

And memories of our soul are made there

That which we attend from that intangible region

Is a token that is kept the heart

In exchange we give our love to the seasons

And this we divide in four parts

Nemo

Comment by Troy on May 13, 2015 at 6:42am

Ever felt inside,
magnetic forces,
draw us closer,
centered now.
We flow together,
floating feeling,
falling down.
High pitched ringing,
Whats that sound?
like strands of fate,
we are bound.
So far apart.
Forces gravitating
In the now.
Am i dreaming?
Or is this reality now?
I walk through the river of emotion,
to find the ocean drowning.
The sky is pitched with sorrow,
though the stars shine with amity.
is this the raise in the game?
Because its love in a world of
Duality..

Comment by star.eskys on March 29, 2015 at 1:36pm
Beautiful group creation.

~ I Love Me,Myself ~
No Her no She nor Him ney He
for One is together with ItSelf.
Though many selves may be as the I is to Me
An illusion of separation be felt.
As the You becomes US,mine becoming ours,this is clear We are not separate from Them.
Just as They say "I'll" because they said "Theirs"
Complications continually arise within.
It's not I vs. You even worse Us against Them
rather light shared brightly as One Another.
Think not as Me and My nor can it be only I appreciating that We create beauty with each other
In acceptance and gratitude of Ones own nature feelings of peace and joy emerge leaving the pain and sorrows to melt.
No longer alone loving all as his own
once I introduced Me to Myself!
Comment by Brianna on March 25, 2015 at 6:30am
Comment by Nemo on March 8, 2015 at 9:11pm

Beautiful overtones of Dante's, Beatrice.

 
 
 

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