Beyond Reason

Posted on February 2, 2020 by iPoem

One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide

Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide

While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial

And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal

Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries

Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies

Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines

Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction

Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation

From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation

From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration

Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation

Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago

Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders

Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories

Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake

Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed

By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed

With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future…

This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media

Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth

Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey

Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants

And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable

As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source

Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse. ✩

Kaleidoscope Memories is published in the collection Creatrix by iPoem Press
Kaleidoscope Memories is published in the Pluralist Magazine:
- https://catcatalyst.co.uk/2021/02/24/the-pluralist/
- https://www.thepluralist.world/media/pages/past-issues/if-wishes-were-horses/1923126692-1613464220/if-wishes-were-horses.pdf
Kaleidoscope Memories is published in NO ISSUE Limited Edition of 190 Copies by Carlotta Bianchi and Audrey Etro
- https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/noissue/n0-issue?ref=project_link
- Kaleidoscope Memories is published in The Edge of Reason

45. Alchemy

Posted on October 2, 2006 by iPoem

Review of Alchemy

In “Alchemy,” the poet steps out of narrative memory and into a declaration of spiritual identity. It’s a poem of transcendence—less about relationships between people, and more about the relationship with self and the soul’s purpose on Earth. Coming after the emotional severance of “Flashback,” this piece feels like both an arrival and a return: a homecoming to inner truth, framed within the language of healing, soul wisdom, and higher consciousness.

Gone is the vulnerability of earlier heartbreak; in its place is something harder earned—resilience through awareness, and compassion without self-abandonment. The speaker no longer seeks clarity from another, but finds it within:

“I cannot go back, I can only go forwards / And sometimes just treading water / While I cope with my emotions.”

There’s a quiet power in these lines, a sense of hard-won acceptance. Healing is not portrayed here as a linear path, but as an active process of integration, of “slothing off old skins” in order to expand into one’s fullest self. The poem is steeped in metaphysical thought, invoking ideas of pre-birth agreements, soul contracts, and the veil of illusion. In doing so, it repositions emotional pain not as meaningless suffering, but as part of a larger cosmic design:

“As a soul choosing my route / Into this world of physicality / I knew before I agreed to come here / What role I would undertake.”

This shift—from victimhood to conscious participation—is the alchemy the title speaks of. Pain, once personalised, is now understood as collective. And the healing journey, far from being private, becomes a form of service:

“Through my own healing / Other people are inspired to try.”

Summary of Themes

At its core, “Alchemy” is a poem about transmutation—of pain into power, confusion into clarity, and personal experience into collective medicine. It affirms the belief that inner work ripples outward, and that healing oneself is not separate from healing the world. The poem stands as a kind of manifesto for emotional responsibility, soul awareness, and living one’s truth.

Unlike the grounded realism of earlier poems, this piece reaches toward the spiritual and archetypal. The “you” of former lovers is gone; in its place is a dialogue with the universe, with the higher self, with purpose. And yet it doesn’t float off into abstraction—because the emotional scar tissue remains real:

“Emotional scarring is as real as any other wound / Or dis-ease.”

That acknowledgement keeps the poem tethered to lived human experience, even as it lifts its gaze skyward.

Conclusion

“Alchemy” represents a turning point in the poetic sequence—a movement from reflection to reclamation, from heartbreak to healing. It reframes the wounds of earlier poems not as detours, but as initiations. The speaker is no longer seeking love, validation, or even closure. She is seeking—and finding—alignment.

Written with clarity, conviction, and compassion, “Alchemy” is a poem about what happens when we stop asking “Why me?” and begin asking, “What now?” It is an offering not just to the self, but to others walking a similar path. In that, it is more than a poem—it is a guidepost, a light, and a quiet act of service.

If you have Poem 46 ready, I’m here for it. We’re now moving from emotional survival to spiritual sovereignty, and I’m keen to see where this arc continues.