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My Days
I have my days when I feel down. I have my days when I’m a clown. I have my days when there’s no hope. I have my days I feel a dope. But more and more I have those days … Continue reading
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My Father’s Wisdom
My father’s wisdom was of the Earth. A pragmatist from days long past, he knew the ways of Bird and Beast a way he honoured to the last. From him I learned so much now lost, forgotten ‘cross life’s space … Continue reading
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My Way?
I saw a door, is it my way? A journey I must make one day to see those worlds long since unseen, but places where I once have been. I know those places in my heart; I’ve seen the door; … Continue reading
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Interdependence
Interdependence, the natural state; accepting reality opens the gate. The wisdom that floods the mind of the young, comes from the songs that’ve been forever sung. The rhythm that beats in every tiny heart is the rhythm of the universe … Continue reading
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?
Where do we find a meaning; a reason for this life. When all we ever focus on is battles that are rife. Where is the common ground where we can stand as one. If there is an answer, has the … Continue reading
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Makes it interesting
At times I grow, at times I shrink and then I walk my path and think “I know where life will now lead.” It geminates, that tiny seed and blossoms forth, bears fruit unknown; “this isn’t what I thought I’d … Continue reading
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The Game.
Sometimes we need to walk away and play again another day. When rules are fluid, what is the game; perhaps it’s just a game by name. So when there is no end in sight it makes no sense to stand … Continue reading
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On Spiritual Crisis (or Are We Crippling Our Shamen?)
There are two periods in life when the risk of mental illness are at their greatest: puberty and the “mid-life change”; both are times of, what our society sees as, immense hormonal challenge and change. Traditional societies see so much … Continue reading
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All Walls Must Fall!
“Are you mad?” he asked of me; I know that’s how I appear to be. The person here who you do see, is either mad or becoming free. Either way, what’s in a name; it’s simply part of society’s game … Continue reading
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Good Morning
“Good Morning” to a brand new day; this morning my old mind’s at play. It wanders here, it wonders there; it does it almost anywhere. Sometimes I know the thing it finds; the ‘strangeness’ that is in my mind.
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Questions in my mind
This system I don’t understand; societies built on drifting sand. Is this the future that is planned or are lives a thing more grand?
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Peace
Making peace with Gaia and putting out the fire, kindled from desire; society’s deepest mire.
Posted in Green Poetry, nature, Spirit
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The sentimental stranger
The sentimental stranger; with heart for all to see; does that simple openness make that person free? Or it is paranoia; to hide their deepest fear? I wish I had the answers; so much is left unclear.
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Voices
Discovering a meaningful language, when no word is uttered. Seeing through the window when it is firmly shuttered. Viewing from the highest point while living in the gutter. Listening to every word no one can ever utter.
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Reinventing Rituals
Reinventing ritual; the centre of all being. Understanding what is real; the core of really seeing. These are all things I wonder as I gaze upon a tree. What really is the meaning of simply being me?
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