Magicks!

What do you do when you have so many dimensions as a person? And each is not concrete like those of a cube? But maybe I could associate it better to that of a pyramid? I hear voices in my head go "Whoosh, whoosh..." (the sound of water being beckoned to move ideas or wash over old ones or even dilute or emulsify all kinds of ideas). There is Magic, Magick or Magik at work. (In a hushed tone, "Its the sparks that fly, when we try and retry.")

My Essence

- March 2, 2011

High

Low

Tone

I hear it all 

Like a ballerina and her pirouettes

In perfect rhythm.

Soprano

Alto

Tenor

Bass

I hear it all 

Like a molten chocolate lava cake,

In perfect texture.

Melody

Harmony

Symphony

I hear it all

From the cask of the aging wine 

With its own alluring personality.

Melt 

Blend

Run

Rift

I hear it all

All that inspires and all that propels me

To visualize the colours in the wind.

Harmonize

Synchronize

I hear it all

And bare it all.

My Essence.