one hundred and twenty degrees: ‘sing to me hope…’
Fair ~ Remy Zero Wind, blown. Late summer, siren. Swirls through fields, veld. Me. Hawk seeking, refuge. Oak tree, embrace. My mind, wanders. Again. Tendrils, quicksilver. Fine ether, threads. Weft, … Continue reading
one hundred and nineteen degrees: ‘once upon a time…’
Blue Moon ~ Elvis Presley Home. Blood drum, expanding. In harmony. Lunar, magnificence. Ripe, and full. With light. And joy. Clear mind, pure heart. I feel you, close. As an … Continue reading
one hundred and eighteen degrees: ‘trees of green…’
What A Wonderful World ~ Louis Armstrong Last minute, miracle. Meditation, retreat. Gift, of the heart. From a beautiful, friend. Oak leaf, postcard. Post, from afar. Leafy, family. Interconnected, like … Continue reading
one hundred and seventeen degrees: ‘the truth inside you…’
Something Beautiful ~ Alexi Murdoch You. Me. Us. Them. All we, all one. Part of some, great glorious whole. Live to, remember this. * May the grace of God be … Continue reading
one hundred and sixteen degrees: ‘stronger than bombs…’
Oxygen ~ Willy Mason World, within a world. Fibre flower, tiny mandala. Gently, held. The kind, cup. Of an, acorn. Funny how, the smallest. Things, hold the greatest. Significance. Powerfully, … Continue reading
one hundred and fifteen degrees: ‘giant little animals…’
Monsters ~ Band Of Horses Love affair, short lived. Venus takes, her leave. A mournful, moon. Turns, clear skies. Thick, with despair. Pulls, lace like clouds. To hide, his face. … Continue reading
one hundred and fourteen degrees: ‘stardust to remember you…’
Boats and Birds ~ Gregory And The Hawk Day fades, to night. Slow rainbow, streaks. Across, the blue. Fades, to black. Moon, in shadow. Winks, conspiratorial. Bound in darkness, the … Continue reading
one hundred and thirteen degrees: ‘the high and crumbling moon…’
Calliope ~ The Veils Long afternoon, swim. Liquid meditation, flow. Sunlight, catches water. Droplets, sparkling. Like terrestrial, stars. Night, approaches. Twilight, begins weaving. Her sky, a spider’s web. Of diamond, … Continue reading
one hundred and twelve degrees: ‘reguleer my, roetineer my…’
Hemel Op Die Platteland (Acoustic) ~ Fokofpolisiekar Black footed, little wild cat. A stripy, Thor. Beats his retreat, like thunder. Slow, to tame. Resist, the yoke. So wary of, domestic … Continue reading
one hundred and eleven degrees: ‘out in the clear…’
Preparing to Fly ~ The Waterboys Lucid, wide open. Endless, big sky. Winds, sweeping through. Picture, perfect. Conditions, for flight. Lift, to soar. Hearts stretch, reaching. Wings across, the abyss. … Continue reading
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