Pre-history

[Ariaecheflame]

My Childhood Friend

Waves

As we ran to the water
With abandon and glee,
We were taken back to a time
When everything was free.

We flowed like particles being
Tossed around in waves,
Dancing in unison -
No mind left to tame.

We visited old graves - buried in the sand,
Set our intentions into the past and future
The oceans and the land...

We flowed from one movement to the next
Back into the ocean -
Having now, passed all of its tests.

Our past and present melted into one
Every possible thread of resistance now undone...

We met in a time which predates innocence, carried ourselves
Out of the oceans... And fled towards those bright lights
We forgot those bliss filled days which once filled our sights...

Yesterday, we reclaimed...
That place which we knew...
Drew upon the ocean
Which eternally renews.
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We were friends who knew and had so little -
Yet understood more then
Every particle contained within
That wild, free ocean.

[Unseeking Seeker]

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[Ariaecheflame]

Anne

Twelve hands all
Pointed towards you,
Six faces by your bed
Watching a
Breathing corpse
As she sleeps in a
Cotton blue dress.

Death rattles it's way
Through the room,
We are all in the same
Unrelenting waiting womb.

Between here and there...
Life winds down and on -
We are all witnesses to bare...
All stages of a light and dark
Filled existence.

Six people holding
Onto space...six voices
Chanting, creating waves to
Carry you out into space.

Shadows creep across the room,
One hand holding Anne's hand -
Six faces in one room, all as one in
Understanding ...
Waiting for the
Final hand of the clock to
Release it's hold...
Unburdening Anne's soul.

Winding down, the
Winding clock, the
Hand of God
Draws us all in close...

Amazing Grace plays itself
On repeat... The final sound on
Strings to carry you out
On those brave, soaring wings.
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Anne -
Joanne.

Xx

[Ariaecheflame]

Originally Posted by Unseeking Seeker

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Unseeking seeker...
Seeker Unseeking... Maybe that's me lol


In another time and place...
We made it home...
Only to realise that we
Never actually went anywhere at all

That is what my "prehistory" project is for.
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Cool bananas
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[Ariaecheflame]

LXXXVII

A baby
Reaching out
With love -
The love
Pouring out like
A flood...

Rapids flowing out
Around everything and
Missing everyone...
Only to escape out
The window and into
The wind.

A baby closing down...
Ever floating around
Unanchored to its
Home.

A baby now
Re-homed -
Love flowing
Back through the
Window and
Towards the baby...
Now held, now homed
In the arms of
Love - as it
Sinks back into
The heart...

The scales recalibrate
For a brand new start.

[Nowayout]

Our first conscious experience hinges on, are we loved.

If not, then the infante brain has more info to assimilate ... God watching.

[Ariaecheflame]

Originally Posted by Nowayout

Our first conscious experience hinges on, are we loved.

If not, then the infante brain has more info to assimilate ... God watching.

God IS watching...
The director is clever too.

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Nill

Anne held me -
A stern woman
Who always had one eye
On the clock
But when she held me
Time stopped...
Our hearts melded -
She saw me,
I saw her...
She became my guardian
Through space and time and
Here, on this earth...
I carry her name through
Mine.

[Ariaecheflame]

Poised,
I watch from
The sidelines.
As trust builds it
Melds and meets
In the middle...
The shadow of a bird
Whips past, filling
My awareness to the
Connections which
Bind us all in
Each moment.
I am here...
Witness to the
Layering of trauma and
Colours of happiness all
Spilled out and
Shared across
The table...
Tearing away the morsels of
Sustenance and life...
Pouring the first glass of wine...
Amongst
The tribes which meet and gather -
We ease into a flow which
Cannot be defined or
Directed by
The flimsy nature of our
Controlling mind...

In the spaces between the stories and
The words... There is a
Vibrancy and an energy which
Enlivens us all... Encouraging
Trust within the flow
Which leans itself optimistically
Towards new horizons -

We are no longer isolated to ourselves.

[Ariaecheflame]

Reclaiming
The name which takes
It's claim to the
Mud covered throne -
The red which now mingles
Well with the duller tones
Of life... Now seen
In full vibrancy.

Making the world its
Own, rattling the rusty
Cage to return
Past memories
Into reality.

This realm teams
With life and
Vibrancy refined
From ash into metal and
Finally
Into air... Daring all
Souls to
Tear down the mortar
Which stares them down.

Stable, solid and free
Unto itself.
A force unleashed from
The trenches now as
A medal to place high up
On the shelf.

A place of its own to fill
In its splender and glory -
The red which flows and
Shakes up
To reinvigorate old
Stories...

The red which
Dredges up
Ancient mysteries of the
Night...
Creating strife to
Bring in a fresh flow of
Life.

[Ariaecheflame]

- in admiration of a surfer friend -

Understated madness in
The undertow of your life.
Yet... You took it
All in your stride.

You quietly whispered to me
About the understated madness
Drifting below in the undertow.

You assured me that you
Were an avid surfer who
Knew the rips and the tides.

You knew each cyclone before
It arrived - because you would simply
Stand back and
Watch the seas and skies.

You took your board and rode through
Each and every moment in good faith...

Even as
Perfect waves and perfect
Storms
Churned inside you.

Two faces which belonged
To the same name...
You boldly made your claim to
Your blinding ecstasy and excruciating pain.

Never chasing blame... Never apologising
Never uttering any words of regret or shame.

You were
Mirrored by the sea...
Each wave was the perfect
Ride - out in an ocean with
Nothing to hide.
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