Mayan Face. British Museum.virtual-notes.blogspot.com
Blue Self-Existing
Storm
My Rage is the black
Sun
Burning without
Surcease –
Never setting –
never resting
Deep enough
To enter every Cell
My Heart beats red
hot bloody wild –
A Cauldron of scalding
Tears
Cannot wait to drop
–
Wide and without
Boundary
Is the Feeling
Fathomless –
bottomless Pit
I dive through you
into
A dear sweet Death –
Cool damp Darkness
Tempers my white
Heat
I fall like a
Fireball
Fueled by ancient
Anger
Fused with furious
Madness
Silently I scream
Grieving for Dreams
Lost – steeling
myself
Against the
relentless Power of Life
I hit – I die – It
is no use
I am reborn.
©Kleomichele Leeds
CAUAC
Kin 199: Blue Self-Existing Storm
I define in order to catalyze
Measuring energy
I seal the matrix of self-generation
With the self-existing tone of form
I am guided by the power of vision.
As a layer of cosmic intelligence, the aesthetic dimension engages humans as mediums in order to evolve consciousness.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2015-2016.
The Sacred Tzolk'in
Muladhara Chakra (Seli Plasma)
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