Monday, August 17, 2009

Soular Eclipse

My eyes are different.

They reflect my mind to the world and

take in the world with it's colors alive and bubbbling.

Speaking to me the earth communicates it's inner most;

I wrap myself in it and my skin soothes under it's mossy touch.

People come and go. Relationships are forged like hand crafted steel, some breaking under the pressure of life's battles.

The blood spatter forms artwork of the past.

Mirror like, I see myself in those compositions as armour changing like the seasons; walking the milestones of experience and never falling at change, though crimson has colored my bloom often.

Creativity muses it's foundation and sets it's roots in my spine, running life to my heart.

It seems that bringing a sense of distortion to the regular scheduled program brought an understanding of vibrancy that shot out in all directions, like a street light vying for attention against the moon.

On that the foundation for who I am began to immurge and express the many qualities of my person, like an old patchwork quilt- warm, comforting, soft.

However; it's rough edges and un-finsihed depictions still lead to a slight irritation, capturing anticipation in a fish bowl in order to clearly realize it's purpose.


©Krishna Volk 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Sometimes I wonder who I really am. In light of enlightenment who I am and who I am not, who I was and who I was not crawl into sharp focus. Which parts of me were really me, and which parts of me were nothing more then an illusion made up of experiences and ideas, which I hold onto for a sense of self?

The process of unravelling continues to dance passionately with my soul in the cooling radiance of innocence, blossoming in the moons light.

Some thoughts from the time these questions first arose in my awareness some short years ago......


From the point of no return i have finally returned,
unscathed yet clothes tattered create a cause for concern/

In minds of loved ones, which love has now forgotton,
tongues speak sweetness like ripe peaches, though their
sentiment has grown rotton/

Sediment has grown solid, whatever could not escape,
the ice like rock like natural glacial lakes/

Was solidfied and now stands eternally,
as a sculpute to rep humanity which now uncannily/

Resembles death- Anubis in ancient egypt,
has been made mans best friend, we trade our bones for his

And since the fetus was constructed in laboratories,
we've been the creative force behind modern science's horror

And the products of that screen play thats on endless replay,
are always days away from their souls being sold on ebay/

To finance their great escape, destination- the altered state,
where brain waves automate the urge to altercate/

And conciously, common sence can no longer operate,
nor compensate for the stoned weight placed where the thoughts once

So obviously, this trip is a one way departure,
a fireball spinning out of control like the arrows of unskilled

Which unfortuantly have hit me repeatedly ,
like snake bites in Adam's garden, the eve bled shadows onto the

Astonishingly , i have not yet ceased to be,
or have become a corpse, which trees refer to as fallen leaves/

But as i was falling screamed, for it to just leave me be,
like a broken family who only communicate once annually/

And as you can see it did, swept up by a gale force wind,
impaled straight through my skin, with a branch like a broken shin/

i was reattached to the limb like regeneration set in,
yet my life was still hanging in, the balance like a pendulum/

And to this day it still is, and will be until i realize,
that these skies are just the canopy of this tree of lives/

Which we all derive our essence, and in essence are all connected,
and only those who connect with this, source can escape

And live forever in bliss and be conscious of it,
a constant reminder of the destiny in which we have all been

But which few listen for, and ignore for things that glisten more,
but this simple door-way to destiny can't be opened simply by

So with that in mind, i digress and leave the rest,
up to your own self discovery, as i learn to open this treasure

-Inside myself.

©Krishna Volk 2007