Dancing with flames

Posted on August 18, 2012 by alienhippy

Moses and the burning bush. by Deana Harvey

Dancing with flames

by Alienhippy

Captured by your dance

Translucent blue in flames

Colour mingled passion

A sunset through my veins

Such inner peace this spectral twirl

No heat, this freshness breathes

These dancing sparks of stillness

No sound this world deceives

Nesting heart of harmony

Tranquillity has her say

Now I shall lose this comfort

As my dreams walk into day

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Zechariah 13:9

I will refine them like silver and test them like gold. They will call on my name and I will answer them; I will say, “They are my people,” and they will say, “The Lord is our God.”

The psychologist Carl Jung said that fire represents the process of psychological transformation. Just as the alchemists used fire to transform base metals into gold, so the symbol fire is the trigger for the inner transformation. It purges the decay of the past yet is also the giver of light and spiritual truth. It is the eternal flame in the temple of the soul. It is from the fire that the phoenix of hope rises. ~Hidden meaning of dreams

Fractal flame I created using Apophysis

Lover of ashes, JJ Heller

Emotions let loose

Posted on August 18, 2012 by alienhippy

: Meltdown shutdown in paint

Emotions let loose

by Alienhippy

Crushed crippled insides

Grafted piety erodes my soul

Attackers voice, loud accuser

Internal wrench of past pain

Constant battering of imaginings

A need of expression

Aching, craving, longing

II.

I yearn humbled seekers

Seekers of the still

Come comforter enter

My Hazenland of desperation

Another soul searcher to rest

Trapped in lonely wanderings

Tainted emptiness ever present

III.

Always teasing, taunting

Away you scars of venom

Cracking this mind to darkened want

Pressing, poking, pushing

Spiked corner of isolation

Spoken or swallowed?

Digested be these fearsome words

IV.

The unyielding nag of deception

Frantic and irrational verging on paranoia

Addicted to abusive mistakes

Patterns pressing deeper

Into this scarlet blood swelled abyss

Solitude, but not peace filled

An island of not knowing

Too confused

Too loud, too bright,

Too obsessive, too demanding

Too passionate

Too sensual

Too many, too much, too much

Too much of everything

VI.

Explosive internal cravings

This heavy drain of guilt

Those judging eyes

They tell of my wretchedness

Or is it their own?

I cling to truth

Knowing I am enough

VII.

I know love

I am loved

He is love

I. how the religious can sometimes make me feel

II. yearning for spiritual connection and communication

III. my sin and fear, self judgement after being in a religious sect

IV. confusion caused by absorbing the emotions of others

V. how this world can sometimes make me feel

VI. how people can sometimes make me feel

VII. giving it all to God

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NOTE: Hazenland is an imaginary world, a place of escape and acceptance.

Back Home (fractal)

Posted on January 28, 2012 by alienhippy

Fractal Flame by Alienhippy

Back Home
By JJ Heller

Don’t let your eyes get used to darkness

The light is coming soon

Don’t let your heart get used to sadness

Put your hope in what is true

No matter how the wind may blow

It cannot shake the Son

Lay your sorrows on the ground

It’s time to come back home

When the future seems uncertain

Like the coming of a storm

Your loving Father carries His children

When they can’t walk anymore

No matter how the wind may blow

It cannot shake the Son

Lay your sorrows on the ground

It’s time to come back home

Oh, back home…

No matter how the wind may blow

It cannot shake the Son

Lay your sorrows on the ground

It’s time to come back home

Oh, back home…

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Butterfly Breeze

Posted on October 28, 2011 by alienhippy

image from Google

Butterfly Breeze (free flow poetry)

by Alienhippy

Colour drawn spiralling

Twisting into no thoughts

Twirling and spinning into pretty

NOTHINGNESS… just peace

A relaxed mind of

Butterfly dreams

And faraway places

That only my spirit can reach

Don’t go away imagination

Please don’t leave me

Take me with you

To your happy place

Where Butterflies kiss sweetly

And hurt does not exist

Where colour and sound

Replace words and confusion

Take me away on your spectral wings

Carry me on your gentle breath

So I can be free, lost in a place of magical beauty

Where dreams are reality, and tears have no pain

Free flow thoughts while “Listening through the Loops”

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Stored up Treasures

Posted on August 17, 2011 by alienhippy

Stored up Treasures

by Alienhippy

If I had won the lottery,

How would this have helped me?

I’d have lots of worldly possessions,

But still the same sinful obsessions.

Losing love caused my life ups and downs,

With comfort eating I gained a few pounds.

I didn’t see living life as my wealth,

And at times thought of topping myself.

I always wanted to live in the country,

That’s the place I thought I’d be happy.

All the plans I wanted to achieve,

Would happen in the country, or so I believed.

Well… country cottage or city maisonette,

Town house, cardboard box or caravanette.

If I can’t feel fulfilled accepting who I am,

Then what makes me think that by having… I can?

Happiness comes from deep within,

I’ll be content now living in my own skin.

As this day I feel worthy to live,

I’ll be like Jesus… I’ll give.

Unless my soul is true to the spirit,

Feeling the deep love of Jesus within it.

How can financial gain change a thing?

If the person inside, to the Lord, I don’t bring?

It is amazing how much I have learned,

As I give my whole heart, it has turned.

No-more do I look out for just myself,

Because in Heaven, I now build up my wealth.

So, I’ll do what my Saviour taught me,

Stored up treasures in Heaven there will be.

And each day I will grow,

As His seed we will sow,

When I walk through those gates, I’ll be free.

Inspired while reading;

Matthew 6:19-24

Matthew 19:16-30

: image from Google

It is easier for a Camel…..

This image is from a website entitled Un discipulo de Dali? The title is quite apt as the artist, Vladimir Kush, is clearly a disciple of Salvador Dali and, one might suggest, an heir and successor to the great surrealist, as well. Check out the site; the work is quite lovely.

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