Pale Shadows: Wednesday Wake-Up Call 03.10.12

Image: Chief Sitting Bull

Fog appears on the road.

A silence encompasses the land.

No past, no future, only present,

Only now, is at hand.

On the path are many travelers.

All traveling through time and space.

Floating along their pathless paths,

As pale shadows fill this place.

Walking, but not walking.

Clothed, but not clothed.

Smiling, but not smiling.

Dreams within a dream.

Talking, but not talking.

Weeping, but not weeping.

Dancing, but not dancing.

Dreams within a Dream.

On the path are many travelers.

Coming to restore this sacred place.

Wielding staffs of silvern light,

To live again in grace.

Fog rises from the road.

A silence encompasses the land.

No past, no future, only present,

Only now, is at hand.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Ghost Dance

Autumn's Only Chariot

[Baut Images: Autumn Moon]

Celestial light
As the Sun enters Libra,
A quarter moon
That's made of silver.

Autumnal Equinox
Of stories told,
How energy balances
For those with souls.

Ride the wind,
Ride the waves,
Ride the vibrations
In Autumn's only chariot.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Note: Once again this is a poetic triplet,
consisting of an image, poem, and video presentation.

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Insidious Deception v2 Judy Collins edit

[Baut images: Vision of the Oligarch]

Insidious deception

Lies behind the tainted smiles,

And winks and nods

Of fetid humans,

Who haven't a clue

As to what being human means.

Takers, rapers, pillagers all,

Who've taken their ill gotten goods

To faraway lands, yet, 

Pretend to support democracy,

Whilst taking from the poor

And giving to the rich.

Bastards, Sons of Satan,

Luciferian proteges,

Enemies of the people,

Who pirouette and curtsy

To an ignoble nobility,

With questionable credentials.

What a bunch of crap slingers!

Where's Louis XV?

Still living in DC I presume?

Time for a Cromwell

To kick all the oligarchs

Out on their ass!

Insidious deception

Lies behind the tainted smiles,

And winks and nods,

Of fetid humans,

Who haven't a clue

As to what being human means.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Note: This is in poetic triplet form. As you view,
please take all three parts into consideration.

Why is it that humankind never, ever learns?

Circle Dancing

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It consists of an image/photograph, poem/prose, and video.

[Baut Images: Le Danse]

Circle dancing.

Around you go

In egocentric circles.

Spinning ever onward,

As Mother Earth,

Speaks only of her woe.

Circle dancing.

Ever expanding

In egocentric circles.

Our fate is determined

By one another,

Yet, who will stop to bother?

Circle dancing.

Up and around,

In egocentric circles.

Seems that humankind

Will never learn,
Until its cities burn.

Circle dancing.

Forward then back,

In egocentric circles.

As the titan sinks,
You ignore the imploring,
Of children who need a drink.

Circle Dancing.
Around and around you go,
'Til you're lying in the snow!

Circle dancing...

Circle dancing...

Circle damcing...

"As the world falls down..."



❀ Butterfly Daze w/Symbiosis ❀

[Baut Images: Symbiosis]

Many ancient cultures and societies have viewed 
the butterfly as a symbol of transformation and change, 
because of its impressive process of metamorphosis. 


❀ Butterfly Daze ❀

Resplendent in all of it's beauty
The butterfly does not strut about
Seeking it's own praise or glory.

It does not sit for hours waiting to be liked,
Or seek out others in the meadow
To tell it how wonderful and grand it is.

The butterfly simply 'is.'
And as with all things in nature;
A part of the passing loveliness of this world.

The humble butterfly brings 
Faithfulness to the flowers,
And gives, as it is given to in return.

❀ Symbiosis ❀
A Gathering

A gathering of butterflies,
Traveling from flower to flower,
Sharing with each other, hour after hour.

A gathering of butterflies,
Traversing the skies and fields,
Without any need for shields.
A gathering of butterflies,

In synchronous motion
Traveling without any commotion.

❀

"Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases,
and it pleases wherever it goes." Unknown

❀

To view Roger Allen Baut's Zen inspired photo art, 
please go to: Contemplative Photographic Art

Trapped Souls



[Baut Images: Soul Flight]


She says, "I want my freedom!"
He says, "You can never be truly free."
She says, "That's not true."
He says, "Yes, it is."
She says, "What do you mean?"
He says, "Youre a soul trapped inside a physical body."
She says, "You're crazy!"
He says, "Am I now?"

Dance.

Dance the dance.

Dance the dance of the soul.

We've been dancing since time began,

And it's so very long ago,

That now we've forgotten.

We've forgotten who we are,

Simply, souls dancing,

Dancing through time and space.

We've forgotten we were

To be caretakers of this sacred place,

And keepers of divine grace.

Now, we must wake-up.

Wake-up soon, before it's too late,

And perhaps change our disastrous fate.

Dance the dance of the soul.

Dance the dance.

Dance.

She says, "Yes, you are!"
He says, "When you leave the physical you're truly free."
She says, "How's that?"
He says, "These shells we live in are only temporary."
She says, "What have you been smoking?"
He says, "Not smoking, waking-up!"
She says, "I don't want to wake-up!"
He says, "Go deep, deep inside, and r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r..."

Roger Allen Baut

Contemplative Photo Art

Oceans of Creativity

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It consists of an image/photograph, poem/prose, and video.
Enjoy, explore and consider its various aspects.

[Baut Images: Coming Home to Albion]

There are Oceans of Creativity.

There are Seas of Enchantment.

There are Lakes of Dreams.

There are pools of light beneath the Earth.

Yet, we chose to ignore them,

And simply settle for the routine.

Settle for the mundane,

Settle for the same old thing.

Yet, we can chose to be creative,

And not settle for the routine.

Not settle for the mundane.

Not settle for the same old thing.

There are pools of light beneath the Earth.

There are Lakes of Dreams.

There are Seas of Enchantment.

There are Oceans of Creativity.

Roger Allen Baut

"Ella galalea kolotya lo
He ana hella kielessa niova nya..."

"It's written on walls of stone in starlight,

There is a path across the night..." Sally Oldfield



AIR CASTLES

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AIR CASTLES: Maxfield Parish



And behold I saw many signs and wonders in the heavens,

and in the earths!

I saw the many worlds of the galaxy, laid out before me,

and unreality, reflected from reality.

The mirror of my soul's lives were reflected in the mirror of the sky,

and at last, the inner me merged with the outer me.

Once again, I became as I am.

Roger Allen Baut

Sunset: including Invocation to Kāli काली

[Baut Images: Sylvan Lake Sunset]

Sunset.
Sun is setting.
Sun is setting fire.
Sun is setting fire to the Earth.

I am the fire
that burns through
the tree limbs
of late October.

Come Kāli oh goddess of time and change

I am the celestial fire

and I am here

having traveled the waves of time

from space to space.

Come Kāli and dance the Dance of Ages

I am the fire

and Sword of Kāli

that burns and purifies

everything into the Satya Yuga.

Come Kāli and right the wrongs of humankind

I am the celestial fire

that strikes down the hatred

and fear and violence

purifying them with raw white heat.

Come Kāli and shape the Earth anew

I am the fire

that burns through

the tree limbs

of early April.

Sunset.

Sun is setting.

Sun is setting fire.

Sun is setting fire to the Earth.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Please note: This is once again a poetic 'triplet' of image, poem and video. Please view all three as one compositon.

"Let it burn while I cry...

Let it burn...

Let it burn..."

Stop the fear...

Stop the abuse...

Stop the violence...

Stop the insanity...