The Weirdness continues ...

I used to have a poet friend online who called me 'dakini'. I never knew what it meant but sort of thought it sounded cool. I actually thought it was a made up word, so had never tried to look it up. On my way to work yesterday I was following a van and on the back of it was the word 'dakini', TWICE! How weird!

lol. On googling it this morning I find it IS an actual word and Wikipedia says it's Tibetan and means 'she who traverses the sky' or 'she who moves in space', which I really like actually :)

Synchronicity

What Do You Think About Dreams? Do you believe they can come true? Do you think they have any influence in our waking lives, or conversely, that our waking lives influence our dreams?

I think I believe a little of all of these things. Strange coincidences have happened in my life at different times. Lately, I was reading something, or mucking around online, or probably both, and the word 'sinshine' popped into my head. It may have even been a typo slip up in something I was writing.
It interested me so I wrote it down in one of my notebooks. A few days later I began reading The Bone People by Keri Hulme and blow me down, what should I see in there but the word 'sinshine'! It sort of stopped me in my tracks. I know it's a small thing, but what are the odds of that? I'd never heard of the word before as far as I'm aware. Strange sychronicity.

And then today, another strange synchronicity. I had a dream a couple of nights ago. A very strange muddled sort of dream which I don't remember all that clearly, except for one aspect of it. In the middle of whatever was happening, all of a sudden a huge glossy black bird, a raven I guess, or similar, flew past and looked right into my eyes. Now I don't like birds, but I wasn't afraid of this bird. It had very sparkly eyes and it seemed to be looking so intently at me. As though it was trying to communicate something to me. It had on a while ruffled jerkin sort of thing that was trimmed with red and had tiny gold bells on it that tinkled prettily as it flew. I know I know, weird huh? But it was a weird dream, so whatever. Anyway, today at work I was washing the floor at the end of my shift and I heard a tinkly, jangly sound. I knew what it was before I founf it. Caught up in my mop was a tiny golden bell just like the ones on the birds vest. How weird! Must have come off a child's shoe or something I suppose. But once again ... what are the odds of that happening at exactly that time?

Strange synchronicity. I wonder whether it means anything?

yes

yes
her fingers say
o yes
her mouth is hot
her jeans are slippery

her skin opens
into sizzle flowers
and a dragon's mouth roars
amber/tangerine/hidden gold
beneath his swirling eyes

taste
o taste
liquid metal
the bite of fire
the roll of chilli beads
across tongues of skin

the boy

He grew up
surrounded by
concrete structure
asphalt bitumen
stone iron steel

had to search
to find a tree
some small of grass
a sky not brown

his song was
from a rooftop
the words a
way
down

a search for
the meditations of grass
incantations of birds

he plays his piano
on the roof
upon an architecture of stone

collision is imminent
catatonia encroaches
he dreams of death
he plays of
graceful arcs of stone
with iron hearts and steel bones
cracked windows

he plays his life

seeing your way

the blind man saw everything
with his fingertips
even my upside down places

no one had ever looked at me
that way
heat and definition and moonlight
all pouring out

Identity:

definition: defining
parameters: edgy
outline: sketchy
edges: parametric: a constant or variable term
in a function that determines the specific form
of the function but not its general nature.

cortex: white star
medulla: Easter eggs
fringe: Mexican bobbles
intermittent extensions: fingertip control
micro-biology: cellular exposure: Non-targeted
and delayed effects of exposure to ionizing radiation.
II. Radiation-induced genomic instability
and bystander effects in vivo,
clastogenic factors
and transgenerational effects.

external factors: dolly-shaped
and transgenerational effects –
whipped in sand.
architecture: glass by nature.

Doorknockers

I had a knock on the door this morning and when I opened it there were two women standing there.
Oh, did we get you out of bed? One of them said.
Yes I said, in my dressing gown (9.15)
Oh well, we might as well talk to you now, she said,
Ok I says.
She started to talk and I interrupted,
Are you Jehovah’s Witnesses?
Yes, she said smiling.
I’m disfellowshipped says I.
OH! she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. I’d better write that down, she says,
Practically running away down the path.

It’s funny, I don’t really think of myself as the personification of corruption, here to contaminate the innocent
with my wicked, wordly ways. But there you go.

Funny how every now and then something you haven’t even thought about for ages suddenly jumps up
and smacks you in the face and says ...
Remember me?