Bora born
When the engels dance _
Numbers patterned in an eternal embrace
such a mystery sequence each message invibes.
Pay attention dear one, listen in kind to
the symphony of the spheres as notes fly by.
He listened to the smile sown from within as
the language of light grew digits in a row.
A full on expression pervaded his life
in the quiet voice they sang pay attention now.
In cycles of rhythm melodies reformed
digits rephrased while 11's lined up each day.
Triple 5's, their mates 2's, 3's, 4's then 9's
triunes revived in patterns reframed please stay.
His friend the card reader Christopher St John
named a cleanse as the key to unlock the door.
A contact given lost in two weeks set the
scene for the teaching for thempla to follow.
A night market dash to retrieve the number
of the young woman invibed in theta lore.
Cocooned in mind the card reader sat, sanctioned
entrance, a woman's silhouette by the door.
Three fruit gifted, left on the chair, sensing the
mood no intrusion should be made on this scene.
Was this the woman with light in her hands
no riddle to solve sang the hearts in between.
QI formed by the peace park sign, his brief stop
on the esplanade's 4k catwalk of fun.
Cleansed by degree, bedewed in their song, the
man in blue walked the line under a lunar sun.
Sensing the tell he looked to his side, thempla
sanction mind to keys dropped, someone's sorry one.
Winter's Tale for a long story short, the keys
belonged to the theta girl lost on the run.
- O -
© 2nd july 2016 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
such a mystery sequence each message invibes.
Pay attention dear one, listen in kind to
the symphony of the spheres as notes fly by.
He listened to the smile sown from within as
the language of light grew digits in a row.
A full on expression pervaded his life
in the quiet voice they sang pay attention now.
In cycles of rhythm melodies reformed
digits rephrased while 11's lined up each day.
Triple 5's, their mates 2's, 3's, 4's then 9's
triunes revived in patterns reframed please stay.
His friend the card reader Christopher St John
named a cleanse as the key to unlock the door.
A contact given lost in two weeks set the
scene for the teaching for thempla to follow.
A night market dash to retrieve the number
of the young woman invibed in theta lore.
Cocooned in mind the card reader sat, sanctioned
entrance, a woman's silhouette by the door.
Three fruit gifted, left on the chair, sensing the
mood no intrusion should be made on this scene.
Was this the woman with light in her hands
no riddle to solve sang the hearts in between.
QI formed by the peace park sign, his brief stop
on the esplanade's 4k catwalk of fun.
Cleansed by degree, bedewed in their song, the
man in blue walked the line under a lunar sun.
Sensing the tell he looked to his side, thempla
sanction mind to keys dropped, someone's sorry one.
Winter's Tale for a long story short, the keys
belonged to the theta girl lost on the run.
- O -
© 2nd july 2016 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
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When the engels dance _
When the engels dance _