It is like my Christmas Corner is filled with ancient, fresh steam

Should I feel afraid? In a second I stop to feel. I close my eyes and breathe in. No threat. As usual – this is my sacred place so nothing can really harm me here.

So who is this guy? I study him in silence and he chuckles.

“Good morning! You must have had a profound and deep night’s sleep, you are quite receptive today!”

I continue to stare at him. I do not smile, nor do I say anything. I take a piece of the caramelized apple while I study him in detail. The apple tastes wonderful and the flavors dance in my mouth. I fight hard to hide the satisfaction.

The man chuckles a bit more, comes in, takes off his cape and hangs it on the coat stand. Now I notice that he has a scepter as he lets it rest against the surface of his cape.

I suddenly realize that this is my place and that I am the host. I shake my head a little, bow my head a nanosecond and show him with my arm to join me by the fireplace. He smiles, even more with radiating eyes and a sound I can hear coming from his soul. It is a most harmonious song, and I feel at ease when I listen to it.

The man takes a caramelized apple and joins me at my table. I sit down, suddenly staring at the red and sparkling golden tablecloth, the golden shadow from a white-silvered candle, and his one hand just staying still some 15 centimeters over the table, palm facing down.

While I blink and not blink, the air is in a spot replaced by a red cup with golden decorations. Inside, it steams a liquid light brown, and suddenly a white square pops out and gently floats inside of the liquid.

I stare at the object, my mouth open and I realize how I must look so I close it again. He chuckles again, and I look up at him.

“Do you want me to make one for you as well?” he asks, while it looks like he is having a lot of fun on my behalf.

“Yes, please,” I say, and feel it tickles in my stomach.

 

Cosmic Backyard’s Christmas Calendar 2017:
Christmas Corner Part 2

In the Christmas Corner a crackling fireplace is lit.

I don’t know why, but this day I walk into my Backyard with snow on all of me: I am in need of stomping the ground several times and this gives me a feeling of dancing – I want to dance, I want to feel free again.

Wait – again? Why do I need to feel free again? What happened with my freedom? I reflect on this as I take off my coat and hang it on a most wonderful coat stand – it is in light bronze and is filled with snow, or at least it looks like snow, for when I touch it – it only feels warm and very soft.

I take some of the “snow” with me, touching it calms me, it makes my hands soft and my heart numb and that feels wonderful at this time. I understand that I need to feel calm, relaxed. The furniture is inviting me to come closer to the fireplace, and I do come closer, I sit down in one of the groups and quite puzzled I look around: did I make all this? Sure, I have used this place for several years now – a sanctuary to escape into when things are so dark that I can feel this way too familiar rock bottom. I’ve even been underneath rock bottom, in some periods of my life I was wondering how far down I really could come. Still, I do, but not with hatred anymore. I always carry a lantern with me, and always a mirror!

If my Backyard has taught me anything it is that it is never worth it to hate yourself for your own, or other’s mistakes. Because in the long run, it does not matter who did wrong. It matters how to react, and this, one can only do in one’s own self.

As I look at the shelf above the fireplace, I see some caramelized apples on a tray, sprinkled with green mint and a little bit of salt.

I stand up to take one, as I hear a voice. It comes from a man with golden, brown beard, and he wears red and gold-colored clothes. The man smiles at me, and he bows politely:

“Ah! There you are, Little One, I was waiting for you.
Seems like you got my message!”

I look at the man with wide eyes. I could not remember getting any messages.

 

Cosmic Backyard’s Christmas Calendar 2017:
Christmas Corner Part 1

Alèe!

My breath is quite intense and raw, I shout, I scream; Alèe!
This was not how it was supposed to go, my Dear Alèe!
Oh God, what dreadful, vile disaster!
My one and Only; Dearest Master!
Lying there with eyes all clear
but pale, these dark membranes
do no more reflect those thoughts
of wisdom once conveyed.

What now, what now, what now?! I scream: what more is now to come?
all of the things we fought for – in a blink of eye is gone!
Oh God, he’s lifeless, Dearest Master!
Our work is silenced – vile disaster!
All we worked for, all we did
for Earth, for our future worth
this was answers to us all
but now it lies in dirt.

Alèe! Alèe! My Dear Alèe! I shout, I scream, I cry:
How could they break their savior’s jar! I sob, I weep, I wry.
My Dearest Master! Dearest Soul Friend!
How could this day be our tragic end!
While humans dance for freedom
a broken heart remarks
they’ve only ruined for themselves!
They’ve killed their inner sparks!

 

My very first Elegy inspired by Walt Whitman’s

“O Captain! My Captain! “

In Seventh Hour

In seventh hour, waters scour
metals scream in great devour
rusty trinkets, sugared links: sits
well with people at Precinct

Quite distinct!

So, life is hunting, fights, confronting
looking for that special something
some admitting, slightly splitting
what you find in junk with spry

Questions why…

Well, answers lying, purifying
under facts of horrifying
social structures, ruined cultures
made Precinct a roughened place

Such disgrace!

Those Links of Sweet, intense transmissions
creating fresh, dulcet fissions
like these straws of gentle floaty
giving metals mental chew

As for you?

You are link of other flavors that
will give the humans favors as
a break of silence, balanced pact
a new alliance,
in defiance
you are genius math
that will lead these people on a path
to golden science
bridge to something more intact

so dearest reader
who will also be their leader:
stay put for your next act!

“In Seventh Hour”
Published and made on video on YouTube

This is how the humans see it:

Golden spheres on tectonic plates

Feathered wings surrounding spheres

creatures of light transform into

beings of transcendent tales

a leveled structure of atomic concentrations

are what we see:

For we live, and grow and breathe

in a box

***

“Horse Truth”

I wanted truth of self one day,
so I went out in fields to stay
and listen to my voice of own
and then I heard this strangest tone:

“You are not from this world in heart:
you grew with terms so wide apart
in what you’d need to see and do
and who you’d let come into you
your rules are not the same as ours
we know each day your soul devours
you are not from this world, like us
and don’t deny: we won’t discuss!”

I turned around, all quite amazed
I got them in a long, good gaze:
Two horses stood there, staring back
their eyes were life itself in black.

I didn’t quite know what to do
it was, in fact, the strangest view
so I went back from where I came
and never would it feel the same!

In fields of crusty, golden grasslands
message soured in distant sands:
“If you want truth – go talk to horse,
but if you lie: please change your course!”

This poem is made on video and published on YouTube – enjoy!