To Give All.

Loving so much
Till you're no longer invincible
Till your insides are wrung out
And hung out to dry
Dripping with whatever's left to give

Still, it's the only way to live
So let us love again and again
As if for every time it were new
As new as the moment two hearts hatch
And attach
Together

Together

Let us not be two halves that make a whole
But two whole's that halve the gap in our ego's soul
Telling us that we are not complete
Without the other
But without the other
We cannot learn to care
To share
To give of ourselves
Until there's nothing left to give
It's the only way to live

For at the end of the road
The only crimes we should be guilty of
Should be for loving so much
That we were no longer invincible
Empty and wrung out
And hung out to dry
As reminders of what it is to live
Until you've nothing left to give.

Full.

And so I say to you
Don't give up
Don't spill your cup
Lazily, carelessly
Before you realise
The value of it's contents

And so I say to you
Your time is not yet up
If the minutes
Are still ticking over
You must then, fill them up
Fill your precious cup

And don't give up
But instead, give
Give until you've nothing left
And in emptying yourself
You'll find nothing was spilled

Only fulfilled.

Window of Opportunity.

Today I cried
I cried by the window
For the daylight
And it's lingering glow

Sad was I, no
These tears I shed
Were not of dismay
Nor for yesterdays

But for today
And for the joy
That I am here to see it
To be it
To make the most of this window
An opportunity, called life.

Falling Over.

Life spins me around
And I can dance
Dance to my own tune
But lately
I'll trip
And I'll fall
Over thoughts of you
I'm falling over
And there's nothing I can do
It's the most wonderful accident
To have crashed into you.

Grounded.

I feel the ground under my feet
And follow this bass up to my heart's beat
As long as I'm feeling this
I'm being true
And therefore, I'm seeing you
And an honest view
Of the world that makes this heart beat
Of the world that makes the ground
Underneath these two feet.

And as I stand, admiring the view
I always find here, the answer I seek
- That we were vessels made to carry love
To keep each other warm
By radiating it's firey heat.

Last Lights.

And through these blinds
It's now I see
The fading light
- A reminder of the time
We keep
That won't wait for you or me...

Time is as precious
As the last light
That paints the evening wall
Before the night

Falls.

So, before we all
Fall asleep
Remember, the time you keep
Is beautiful, yet fleeting
And we are but fading lights
Whose purpose is to shine
As much as we can
Before we meet our life's nights.

Unspoken Magic.

Magic magic, in my heart
Where does it end?
Where does it start?
It dances in the quiet places
And softly moonlit spaces
Of the galaxy that lies asleep
Waking only, for the truth
Made and spoken
By the magic magic, in my heart.

Hope is Helium.

This system will not make me
This system will not break me
Cut me out
Or deflate me

I've enough helium in my heart
To keep this hope afloat
Enough to build this boat
And sail away from the unsure

There's no time for the unsure
No time
I'm sure

I know what must be done
And the rest is unknown
So let expectations come undone
And chase
Chase the balloon that rises
Above all this mess on the ground
On the ground
Is not where dreams are found

So I'll grab the string
Hold on tight
I've enough helium in my heart
To keep this hope afloat
Enough to build this boat
And sail away from the unsure

There's no time for the unsure
No time
I'm sure.

I Belong.

Tell me I belong
Tell me I belong
What to?
What to?
Is it in the song?
Is it in the dance?

No.

It's inside the chance
That makes no sense
When everything else has fallen.

Here; I don't need to be told
I already know I belong
To no one
To nothing.

I am nothing
- Which is everything
To which I belong.

Timeless.

There's always a way
Let everything else fall away
To reveal the essential
And what's essential is here to stay
Timeless
Inside the now.

Follow That, Which Charms.

Last night I danced in foreign lands
Last night the dream
Put the keys in my hands
Exotic voices singing songs
Of the places for which
My spirit longs

To drink
To hydrate
And quench this undying thirst
For life

Each day it teaches me
To be more aware
Of how there is simply no time to waste
So here I am
All I need is this human space

- A vehicle for my dreams to wake
And dance into this reality
To materialise those keys for me
Except here, they take the form of my hands
And in giving all I that I can
I will earn the wings
To see these foreign lands
To hear these exotic songs
For which my spirit longs.

Meta Languages.

I don't understand
The language we speak
When I hold your hand
Only silence
Can make sense of these words

I don't try to explain
These colours inside
Your eyes paint
Only dreams
Can make sense of these worlds

Here, on the edge
Of learning you
It's some kind of beautiful
Surreal view.

Spin, spin!

Spin spin, coloured windmill
Spin spin, your magic until
The colours they blur to become one
And on that day
I'll know my time spinning to your dance
Will be done
And all the colours we'll have spun
Will roll out to reveal
The beautiful tapestry of just one
Of many lives
Woven from the warm threads
Trailing the journey of that big old ball of sun!

Play!

Life is playing a song
Listen!
- Are you dancing?
You should be.

We should all turn our heads
To face the music
To hear what it is saying

After all,
We are merely the instruments
- An orchestra
Our lives are playing...

Still.

In these quiet moments
My heart is the sky
I can see
When I look over my head.

Keep You Warm.

Sitting here thinking of you
It's springtime
But the colours you feel are blue

Don't you know
You don't have to paint this sky alone
We share this universal home
So hand me a brush
And I'll paint you a sun
It will keep you warm
Until you remember how to shine again.

Happiness Is Shared.

What did I do
To be given the gifts of friends like you?
Laughter shared
Is weightless,
Yet worth more than any weight in gold
When sitting here
I see, how lucky am I
To witness our stories unfold
With the likes of you all.

Have Your Fill.

Hey you,
Don't zip that jacket over your heart
Don't keep it in there, in the dark

I know you're worried,
Worried it might get cold
But if you don't let it out to play
It'll only grow old

You gotta empty yourself,
To have your fill.

Undoing.

We're all born undone
- Free
Bundles of joy
And no concept of who we 'must'
Or 'should' be...

Then as we grow
Structures, society's, situations
Shape our malleable minds
- Subtle indents
So easily are we influenced
And tamed by fear
Of the sheer need
To 'fit in'

But as with a puzzle
It is our individual shapes
Our con caves and con curves
That meet to make the match
To hatch the bigger picture

But before it can be one
Each and every one of us
Must once again
Learn to come undone.

Dusk.

Shadows on the sky
- The trees decorate a dusk canvas
Making patterns in my eyes

Here, I'm all I'll ever need to be
Here, the only company I keep
Is the wind that wraps me up
And the ground that plants my feet

And as the sun sets
I blend with all the shadows
And I am one with the evening light
And everything is as it should be
Here,
As day becomes night.

An Ode to the Australian Tax Office.

Taxed to the max
ATO got me trippin' and strippin'
Me of my bling bling
Kissin' half my wage goodbye
Makes a sister wanna cry
Yo yo
Any penny's in the house?
No, no
Cos' the tax office gate crashed this party
Cleaned me out
Interrupting the
Cash
Flow
Nowhere to go
And all the piggy banks holler
Hey HO!
Where'd all the coin go?
Well yo yo, little piggy's
It was the ATO wolf - came to blow, blow
The house down
And in a gust of tens, twenties and fifties
He left town
Leaving me to eat bread gone stale
While my hard earned cash
Pays for Centrelink and new look tickets for Cityrail.
Word to your mother.

Make It Count.

The days go a whole lot faster
When you realise nothing's permanent
Including yourself
When you realise
The life you have left
Is everything
Everything you need
To be
Until you are not to be.

So make what you are
And what you are yet to be
Count.

Loved Ones.

Hearing your voice
Seeing your face
Knowing you're still there
Far as you are
Fills the void
In the part of my heart
That sits waiting
For the dark to give way to light
For the tomorrow
On the other side of this night

Your smile
Eases the confusion
And its daily intrusion on my mind
That runs endlessly on this wheel
Chasing the questions
Always posing just ahead of me
Asking 'But just how do you really feel?!'

Well I don't know
And I don't think I ever will
Because it's always changing
And I don't want to sit still
But right now
Here
With you
In this space
I will
Because I just found myself an ace
Among the cards I've been dealt
Here, in this game of life
Where the only decisions trusted
Should be those that are felt
And come as instructed
Straight from the heart.

Summer Is Back.

I swallowed the yellow sun
And ray by ray
It burnt my tongue
But I didn't mind one bit
For after the fire
My insides were lit
With flames powered by the glow
Of a secret that only the Summer sun knows
A secret I discovered today
When I looked to the sky
And drank in that sun with my eyes
Soaked it up with my skin
Only to be left standing
Saturated in it's fire
- Lighting up the life sleeping within.

Much To Lose, Much To Gain.

I wanted to wake
But couldn't open my eyes
I wanted to move
But the thought alone left me paralysed
Afraid to feel the truth
Underneath all the lies

So much to lose
So much pain before the gain
So much trust to invest
In one single step
Toward the abyss
Toward the unknown
To fall in order to land amongst the bliss

I wanted to escape
I wanted to shake
The stones from my shoes
Add red to make some purple from these blues
But when I ran, I only tripped, until I found
That the stones were part of the road
And connected to make for solid ground
And without the blues
How would I know the colour
Of red and purple hues?

Before I can see the world
I must see myself
In every light
In every darkness
Then I just might
Have a shot at living
Life to the fullest.

Let's Start At The Beginning.

I can't save you
Because I don't have what you need
To hoist you out, to pull you through
- That life boat is floating somewhere
Within you...

I can't complete your puzzle
Because I don't know what pieces
You need to make it work, to make it whole
- Those pieces were given to you
A long time ago
And only you know where they go

I can't give you directions
Because I don't have your eyes
The ones that carry your unique vision
- Of how things should look
In the layout of your book

And I can't give you any plans
Because I'm not the architect
The blue prints for the dreams you wish to build
Were etched in your hands

The day you were born
The day you were born
Don't look so forlorn
Each day you are born
Each day you are born
Again and again
How you begin
And how you end
Lies with you my friend.

Worth It.

And this is all I have;
This pair of hands
To extent out
Two legs to make a stand
And a heart to back them up

And I’ll do all I can
To give them purpose
To give them meaning
But they have no meaning
Unless they are used to give
It’s the only way how
From this moment forward, to live

Because when I see them smile
It makes it all worth while
It makes all this living
Worth all the breathing
And helps me to keep seeing
The truth at the root of it all.

One Shoe.

One shoe, one shoe
I've seen you around
You've lost your soul
Or at least,
It's just been worn right through
And now you only feel hard ground

What to do? What to do lost shoe?
I watch you searching
But is it I that's lost too?
- Just looking for different things
On common ground
We are,
But both sharing the need to be found

Indeed one shoe, one shoe
We're all borderline
On losing it, just like you
And though different kinds of losses
Contort many styles of confusion
Across many different faces
Still, behind all the questioning eyes and gazes
We're all just tied from the same kind of laces
Trying to keep it together...

But for whatever
Whatever reason, for you
They came untied
For you, one shoe
Now hopping back and forth
Looking for clues
For a way back
Back from this place you've wandered to
- Far off this beaten track
Searching frantically
For a hint of what you once knew
And for footprints that come in two's
Instead of the lonely one
Made by you, one shoe
And whose company
- The one thing you've found to keep
And share, over there
Surrounded by people trying not to stare

But we can see
And secretly we all know
The confusion
How it goes
And all the questioning...
How sometimes being one
Can leave you feeling like just half of two?
- Like one shoe.

On Display.

And for today
I felt free
Pinning pieces of my soul
On the wall
For the world to see.

Some will tear them up
Some won't bat an eye
But for those whom pause
And then look to the sky

- For them it was worth it all
Worth the try.

Little Drum.

And I have a little drum
I like to call my heart
And it's out of time
Whenever you're about

And so it seems
My tune has changed
Heartbeats have rearranged...

Stepping out of time with my own
And getting tangled up in yours
Can we run away together
And kick down the doors
To the world
On the other side of this coin...

I'll flip it
One, two, three
Heads they win,
Tails: we'll chase our own
Cos there's a magic I've found in you
That's home-grown

Stepping out of time with my own
And getting tangled up in yours
Can we run away together
And kick down the doors
To the world
That lies just over the hill...

I'll race you up there
One, two, three
Run! It's not too far
I bet the view is much wider
Than we ever imagined
And big as any sky we've stood under

And standing here
I'm sure
I want to explore
It all with you

One, two...
Three
Stepping out of time with my own
And getting tangled up in yours
Can we run away together
And kick down the doors
To the world
Inside the little drum
I like to call my heart
Cos it's all out of time
Which means it's time for a new start

Maybe with you
- A new beat
Care to keep it
With me?

Space for you.

I've made a space for you
Somewhere within this space
- The illusion that is me
- That helps give space to see
And feel

The joy I feel
When you share this space with me.

White Flags.

And I ask,
What can I do?
To bring peace for you?
I've watched the fight
Center stage in your eyes
The unfolding plight
Played out over a million days

Leaving you dazed,
Confused,
Lost.

And behind vacant eyes
Wages your battle internal
But don't think we can't hear your cries
From this distant land
Where none can hold your hand...

And so we wait,
Wait for the call
Wait for you to crawl
From the grips of your internal enemy
When will you let them go?
When will they set you free
From their control?
-These internal warriors you feed
Stay hungry for control
The more you hold onto what has been...

And so I ask again,
What can I do?
But all I can do is wait
Wait for your call
Wait for your soldiers to fall
Fall from your eyes
A place
Where we can hear first hand,
Your cries
And in turn, offer you our hands
To hold
Until you can find the man
The one holding the white flag
I know he lies somewhere wounded
But not yet broken,
From the battle internal.

Little Pilgrims.

They frame every gift you give
Off of your every word, they live
For you, they'd drive all night
Not a wink of sleep
...If only all this staying awake
Could keep you happy and safe

Little pilgrimages they have made
To keep you here
Little pilgrimages they hope
Will offer some up for you
If only we could get through
All your red tape

You are stuck
And we're sticking by you
But somehow the glue
That held you together
Somewhere along the line
Couldn't handle the weather
And I can see now
After all this rain
You'll never return
And how this knowledge burns

And burns

Still, they'll hang another frame
And call you all the same
...If it eases the pain
I can pass no blame...

Little pilgrims, they keep the faith
Even if yours is all lost
Little pilgrims, they'll love you
Despite your conditioning,
- They'll love you unconditionally

But every year, we always notice
How your chair stays oh so empty.

The Coloured Wing.

And love as I see it
Is, as a butterfly
- A coloured wing
Delicate and fleeting
- Painting hearts in warm hues
While softly landing...

And should it land on you
Don't try to catch it
- You will only crush it
And should it fly away
Don't try to chase it
- It cannot be caged

For just as love is free
So, should you,
Let it be
- Honour it, should it come your way
And if it's coloured wing
Should fly away
Let it go
And if it returns
Then it was meant to stay.

What's Left.

Mind,
No longer do I
Watch the time
No longer does it
Matter one bit
In the great scheme
Of things
I don't need
They're all make believe
The only thing real
And tangible
Left at the end
Will be the hands I have held
And the love I've shared
With those
For whom I've always cared
And dared
To show my heart.

Choose Your Focus.

You can choose
Choose your focus
Adjust your eyes to see
More clearly
What is good

...And keep it there
Hold your focus
On what is true

Let the phony, the superficial
The insignificant
Fade, in it's significance
- Blur to the edges

Focusing only on the center
Line it up
Align your vision
Take your shot
While acknowledging your blind spots

Because at the core of creation
Life is magnificent

So take your own picture
But make your life richer
By capturing the moments
With those you hold close
Collect them as you go
And at the end
They'll complete the set
My friend,
That was your life

And if you chose your focus well
And stayed true to yourself
You will look back
And see clearly
What was true.
What was good.

Checked Out.

Asleep at the check-in
They were
Sleeping like babies
In the morning they'll be
Airborne with wings...

But for now
They dream of earthly things
Of homes and escapes

But I can't shut my eyes
Though my head is heavy
From many goodbyes
I just can't shut my eyes...

But if I don't
How will I see tomorrow?
Tomorrow, where the sun grows
As the night dies
...I must sleep
So I can see the world
With fresh eyes

Asleep at the check-in
But everyone's checked out.

Washed.

The rains came
And I was soaked right through
The rains came
But after they went
What was old
Had been washed away
And what was left
Had been made new

And should the rain come again
Another day
I'll welcome the lessons it has for me
- I'll not run away

I'll choose instead
To raise my head
To let the water fall
And wash all that is unimportant, away
Leaving me behind
With just my heart, to dance and play.

The Older I Get.

And the older I get
The more everything is stripped away
To reveal what is essential
And what is essential
Is to connect

To be here and give

Dedicate these years of life
To seeking
And forever look
To fill with truthful expression
These pages in my book
Just one
Among a library of lives
From which we can learn
Everyday,
By taking the time to read each other
And by simply opening our eyes

- Without bias
Just looking at each other
Without judging the book by the cover
And seeing past the storyline
To the true meaning
- The essential
And what is essential
Is to connect
- To be here and give
And in turn, love will reflect
And that is all that really matters
The older I get.

Life Is Whispering.

Life it whispers
In my ear sometimes
And when it does
It catches me off guard
And softens the view
When I'm looking too hard
And getting caught up
In the superficial, the facade...

And when it whispers
I stop
And I listen
As life, she tells me;

How everything is
Exactly as it should be
- And so should you be
Enjoying the road
- The trip of a lifetime
Complete with all
The twists and turns
The highs and lows
- It's just the way it goes
And life she just knows
When to remind us
To go with the flow...

Catching us when we drift
And if we listen
- Giving us a lift
A gentle push
Back to the core
Back to being
Back to believing
And then hopefully
Seeing.

Sister.

She moves with life
With the ebb and the flow
Swims with the current
...Never against

She just accepts

Diving in with a smile
Then coming up for air
You'll see her amongst the waves
First here, then, over there
...And I wave back

I watch with awe
I always have
And many times with a tear
Of joy
Year after year
She has
And continues to show me
The woman
I one day hope to be...

One who moves with life
With the ebb and the flow
With the grace and beauty
Of one who knows

Herself.

Your Time Starts Now.

What happens
When everything you've done
Doesn't work anymore
And leaves you asking
What was it all for?

Don't despair
Everything that's been
Has led you here

To the edge of a new understanding
Look down and see the abyss
- The depths of what is yet to be learned
And not to be missed
By fears of falling and taking risks

Jump in
Don't wait
Create your own new waves
And free yourself from being a slave
To time
To your mind

Starting here :
Your time starts now.

No Explanation.

I go by gut feeling
- It's the only way I know how
And right now,
I'm trusting an inkling
And ignoring thinking
As I follow this feeling

Through.

- Don't try and explain
I won't be explained
- Don't try and make sense
It will only make sense to me

Just let it be...

You be you
And I'll be me
And if we accept each other
Without judgment
- We can set each other free.

Balancing Act.

It's a balancing act
This life
Taking care
To avoid extremes
And coming apart at the seams

To accept all
Even when we fall
From grace
Choosing instead
To pick ourselves up
In the face
Of fear and of doubt

Dusting them off
Without a pout
Or self pity
- Its reflection is not pretty

Throw away those mirrors
And focus instead
On the eyes of another
See
Connect
Hold
Hands
- They were made for giving
The act of which
Strips
Away the storylines
And the judgments
Created by our fickle minds

Leaving the soul exposed
Naked
And pure
As the day we were born.

Now Open.

The open road
The open sea
We long to travel
We long to sail

The open bloom
The open box
Reveals colour to our eyes
Reveals wonder and surprise

You'd never guess...

We already know the answers
To what we each need
And we know that open
Is better than closed

So why then, do so many
Stand at the windows
And remain indoors?

Time has loaned us this world
So get the hell out there, and explore.

Hearts and Leaves.

On a Monday in Autumn
When you were sleeping
They'd held your heart
And I think that mine
Stopped beating
While we were waiting
While we were there waiting...

There, you'd slept so sound
While we stood there waiting
For time to turn around
It's hands, so heavy on the lids
Of your eyes
- You were dreaming
And we anticipating
The rise and fall of your chest
Deep inside
A new heart beating
While outside
We'd watched the colours turning
We'd watched those colours turning

And outside those trees wore Autumn leaves
While inside, we wore hearts on sleeves
While you slept there, sound

You slept so soundly
And not a word was spoke
Hearts were up inside our throats
But not a word was spoke
Only hands were squeezed
Before you woke
But not a word was spoke


And I made you a garden in my mind
Filled up with elms and filled with oaks
I made you a garden in my mind
And lay you down in its bed
So you could sleep far, far away
Far from all these tubes and meds

I made you a garden in my mind
Where warm breezes they could dance
A gentle two-step, in time
Across your peaceful face
And miles away from this cold, cold place

And there, you could sleep so soundly...

While we are back here waiting
For time to turn around
It's hands, so heavy on the lids
Of your eyes you were dreaming
And we anticipating
- The blinking of your face
As deep inside, a new heart beating
While outside
We'd watched the colours turning
We'd watched those colours turning

And outside the trees wore Autumn leaves
While inside, we wore hearts on sleeves
While you slept there sound...

You slept so soundly
And not a word was spoke
Hearts up inside our throats
But not a word was spoke
Only hands were squeezed before you woke
But not a word was spoke
No, not until you woke.

Fire.

Fire, fire
Is in my chest
Fire, fire
I do my best
Everyday
To resist
Getting burnt
While burning
Silently
Quietly
For you.

Soft glow
Does he know?
Does he see?
The warmth in my cheeks
- This new colour,
A painting from my heart
He has me framed
And I don't know where to start.

Absent.

Please don't cry
Just fly
Away and pretend
You never came here
It's much easier, I fear
Than catching the tears
That fall in your absence.

Hearts on Lines.

We sometimes hang our hearts
Out on lines
Peg them up, and watch them go round
Hoping those we hold dear
Will make a sound
And look back our way
With something kind to say
About the courage it takes
To continue to put our hearts on the line
Each day...

As some grow bitter
And some dry out
The challenge is to keep leaving them out
And open to all conditions
Always choosing love in the face of fear and doubt.

Castles.

Our bodies and faces are castles
Made from dust
Out of nature's lust
For creation

So fragile are we
When the winds knock us down
So beautiful are we
When we don't give up
And rebuild these castles of ours
From the ground up

And they all house
The kings and queens
That are our hearts
Challenged by the enemies
That are our doubts

...If only we'd let our fortress down
So they could see
These walls we hide behind
Divide you from me

Half of one

These illusive castles
That make our bodies and faces
Should not hide us
From the dust we were
And the dust we shall become
When all is said and done

In the meantime
Let us be one
As we build our castles
Fortress free

For fragile are we
When the winds knock us down
Yet beautiful are we
When we don't give up
And rebuild these castles of ours
From the ground up.

An Answer.

And so I write this for you
(you know who you are)
Here, by the light of a paper star
- Unlike the firey one that you are
Shooting past
Flying fast
Like lightning across my sky
You have struck
And woken something in me, up

And so I thank you
For this light
In a time that may have been dim
You appeared in my night

...An answer came to me in a smile
As we talked for a while
- Yours is a spirit free
Just as every spirit should be
And it has helped me rediscover
The adventurer living in me...

Time is Ticking.

Time is ticking
Life is whispering
Secrets I must hatch...

The countdown begins
To a new phase
Time is ticking
Life is whispering
Of new days ahead.

The World Up My Sleeve.

I was never meant to stay
But I did
I was never meant to give this city
My heart
But I did
I wore it on my sleeve
Hoping others would believe
As I did
- In the magic...

But it's wearing thin
As I stare at the screen
...Was this my dream?

If so, it's been fun
But if someone told me it was the end
I'd say I've only just begun...

To wake
To see
A world beyond
The one my humble eyes have shown me

And now with what has gone
I long to wander free
...I was never meant to stay
But I did
But now it's coming time
To fly away.

A New Step.

A new space
A new time and place
I've climbed into
- An older soul
With each year
- She helps me get a firmer grip
On knowing myself
While loosening the one on my fears

...On this giant ladder of life
- Sometimes it sways
Sometimes I look sideways
But when I steer with the heart
I'm always looking, then climbing
Up.

The Wizard.

He wears patches on his elbows
And uses music to cast spells
He is humble and he is patient
- I can tell
By the tone of his voice
And his words of choice
He chooses them well
As he weaves them, with song
- This modern day wizard
Cast's his spell

...And I am honoured
For a space in time
To be witness to the magic.

Seeking out the Essential.

It's ok
I don't know the way
Either
So let's make our own path
Parts of it may be draped in dark
But we'll keep our eye on the light
-Leave all that appears to be
And follow only that, which is essential
-Strip away the vines
That clutter and cloud our minds
Let them fall by the wayside
Clearing the road for us to walk
Side by side
Without fear, without inhibition
And embracing the unknown
-Leaving compasses and maps at home
In acceptance that we'll never know the way
...And that it's ok
Because all that's left is
Now, and what is,
Is today.

The Femi-nine.

1.And she will care for you
2.But you must show her respect
3.And she will nurture your potential
4.But you must honour her with love
5.And she will show you her glory
6.But you must not abuse it
7.And she will support you 'til your dying day
8.But you too, must prove loyal in your love
9.And in return for your honesty and commitment, she will show you the beauty of strength without force, strength in revealing one's vulnerability, and the strength to choose love over fear.

-That is mother nature
-That is mother earth
-That is a woman's love.

Doing the Gardening.

You are a garden

- Water your heart
With truth and trust
And you will bloom

- Open your eyes
They are the windows
To your soul,
So let the sun shine in
And you will grow

And like the flower
- Worry not of tomorrow
Or what has gone before,
Simply raise your head to the sun
And fill this moment
With radiant colour.

I believe in me
I hope you believe in you
Then we can believe in each other
With far more conviction.

Ode to Friends.

You smile, you smile
Everything
Is simple to me

You laugh, you laugh
The load is
Much lighter to bare

Your eyes, your eyes
I am home
I am home in them

Simple, simple
Life is simple with you

Simple, simple
Life just makes sense
Sense when you

You smile, you smile
Everything
Is simple to me.

The Home That Was.

The letting go
Of everything I've come to know
As home
Has begun...

Every thread of experience
I've wove
To keep myself warm
Shall not be undone
-If anything
It's true warmth has just begun
To grow
Around me as I go...

As I leave this home
I've come to know
And hold so dear
Yet, if I didn't leave it here
Now,
I'd only be holding onto fear
The fear of leaving itself:
Postponing
A closing chapter
On the edge of a new

But nothing can remain
Very few
Things stay the same
And the one's that do
Only grow to blame
The chances they threw
On others, on situations
Instead of their own fears
Of starting anew

Starting a fresh
I put this chapter to rest
And breathe in a new breath
Here, on the edge of the unknown
Is what I choose now,
To call my home.

“For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.”

Viktor E. Frankl (1905-1997), psychiatrist, Holocaust survivor

At Ease.

Soft eyes
Soft hands

Her eyes smile
My heart expands

She says nothing
But I know
She knows
What's ahead, what's coming

Now let me hear you play
And I play
And for the first time ever
I wasn't afraid...

And I wished I could sit
For hours in that kitchen
Everything here was ok
Tea on the stove
Toast on the counter
Plants swaying in the breeze

She came and she went
And in between, she put my soul at ease

Soft eyes
Soft hands

Her eyes smile
And I believe that I can

She says nothing
But I know
The wisdom in her silence
Tells me her story with such presence

And now I hope to sit
Others in my own kitchen
Where they can feel
Everything is ok
With tea on the stove
Toast on the counter
Plants swaying in the breeze

I am here now, but I too, will go
And in between,
I hope I can put another's soul at ease.

One.

We were one
But too many see
'Us and them'
'Me and you'
And divided we become

But we were one
Still, too many wait
Standing at truth's gate:
Afraid to let go and open
-Waiting,
Til' their dying day
Or for tragedy to strike
And strip away
All the judgments
All the grudges
All the doubts
All the opinions
All the fears
And false notions
Of what life is all about

Behind these walls
We were one
-We still are
But these walls stop us
From seeing that far
From seeing inside
-The ties
Of common humanity that resides
-Housed in these humble human shells
Is an eternal story to tell

About a time when we were one.

But these days
Too many are washed up
On life's shore
After a lifetime of waiting
Of separating
'Us and them'
'Me and you'
Until one day
Death comes to tell us what we always knew
But hid away...

And as we let go and come undone
We finally realise, we finally see
That we were one
And we always will be.

Not a Poem.

Ok, so tonight for the first time ever, I'm not writing a poem, just an entry...a comment on my day, so that I can remember how good this particular one felt today.

Why? And how was it different to any other day? It wasn't really - I mean, I did meet some wonderful people and was offered a pretty damn cool opportunity. And while this stuff ultimately changes my situation for the better, it's still all just situational. Actually, the magic happened on my walk home from the city...

Every so often, I reckon you just get in touch with the bigger picture, but often, where you least expect it, or via lots of little pictures! - For me, it's always been the breeze. That cool flow that can take you by surprise at any given moment, and is (to me) nature's way of saying 'chill out, it's all gonna be ok!!' Whether I'm doing the dishes at my kitchen window, or, (like tonight) walking home through the city in the evening, that cool ocean breeze always catches my attention and makes me feel truly alive. And it's at these times where I could even go as far as saying, that they have been some of the happiest moments of my life. Why? I guess because it's not attached to anything - I'm just simply breathing in, and breathing out, seeing and living in that very moment. - Small moments of living from within, and not through external things or projected ideas.

And for that moment, however fleeting, I can truly glimpse that all this stuff around me, is just that: stuff. What I do for a living is certainly a great vehicle for learning about life, and it supports my situation, but it's not life. Life just is. As Tom Robbins says 'Everything else is just lipstick'. True that.

Tonight I caught one of these glimpses on my way home, and I noticed the way the evening light hit the old trees along the streets. And it was beautiful. And I felt the edge of Winter in the air. And the freshness was electric. And I felt the breeze in my hair. And I felt at peace.

Then when I got home, I finally met the mysterious old man that lives on the ground floor, and is always bathed in green light from an ol' school lamp in his study (which faces the street). He is always writing. Always. And smoking cigars. Like out of a movie. And tonight, we 'met' as he held the door to the building for me, while giving me the warmest smile, with the kindest of eyes. And I felt as if my heart would pop!

Glimpses of the essence of life. Glimpses of humanity. All just little pictures collaged together, to make up, and remind us of the bigger picture: To be joyful, simply because we are alive.

Taking Aim.

Often I take aim
And though I may miss my target
It's always in view
-Keeping me centered
On purpose,
On what is true...
At least, for me

You see,
What I do
Will always be different from,
And may make no sense to you
And it may render me, at times
Alone, in my quests
Still, I'll try my best
'Til the end

And 'til the end, my friend
Let's celebrate;
That, which makes no sense
While in our quest for the answers
We learn of the resonance
Of being
And of seeing
Our differences as unique
And each other,
As fearless freaks
-Of our own beautiful nature

And nurture,
May we always nurture,
Our attention to direction
-The compass in our chest
It always faces skyward
And knows what is best
-Knows where to take aim...

All the same,
We may miss our targets
But it's really just one big game
That we all play
But should play with all our hearts

From start,
To the finish
-Taking aim

And though I may never hit my targets,
It's the near-misses
-The detours
That help me see more clearly;
It's actually the aim,
That outweighs meeting the target
In this game...

Yet, it is with the target in view
That which, keeps me in tune
And reminds me of the journey
Back to center
Back to purpose
Back to what is intrinsic
And true.

Music is life.

I am drunk on the sound
How can music
Make us feel so much
Without a touch?

And move us beyond this world,
Beyond our skin...

-It's proof enough
Of the vast space within,
Home to the music of life
That animates our beings.

Desire Weighs a Tonne.

Desire weighs a tonne
It steals my mind
From awareness
Clouds my heart
From spaciousness
Hides what I'm trying to seek
And for the price of what?
Just a temporary amusement
A temporary relief
That later leaves me weak
And renders me withdrawn
From the purpose
To which I was born
To fulfill

But you can't fill it up
Your hunger for purpose
Will leave you starving
The more you look outside
The further you are from finding
A cure for the empty
Ailed by a life
That has become a commodity...

Indeed we are all one and the same
But it is our individual truths
That cast infinite unique spins on life's game
That is, when we allow our hearts to roll the dice
And animate these tangible walking frames
Across the board
Across the world
Unique, yet one and the same

The light within shines for everyone
Behind the mist of our doubts
But we need to polish the windows
For it to shine out
Trust the life
And look inside
To see a new world
Without the weight of want and need
But with the lightness of a flame
Nurtured to become a fire
- A vehicle for warmth
Compassion and love, minus the desire.

Buoyant.

Tonight,
Words would only drown
My buoyant heart

I'd rather sit here
In silence
Floating on a feeling

Since you sailed into view
This leg of my voyage
Has been inspired by you

You, like a cool breeze
Lifted my sails
- I breathe in
Floating on a feeling.

The Nature.

Hey there nervous energy
I'm chasing you around
I've been trying to catch you
But now I've lost my feet
Lost my ground...

The nature is transient
But the soul stands still
The nature confuses me
While the soul just wants me to breathe in
And to feel

And I do
Sometimes I sense
Every inch
Of truth
Lying dormant in this volcanic being
That listens to too many opinions
And stops me from seeing...

The nature is transient
But the soul is eternal
The nature confuses me
While the soul just wants me to breathe in
And to be still

And when I am
I see the false from the real
I ask the question
And the answer, I don't think,
I feel.

New Beginning.

Don't be reduced to tears
They won't reduce your fears
Cry if you must
But let it not rust
Let it not tarnish
The ounce of trust you need
To weigh up that life of yours
You'll need every bit of it
To help open new doors...

I'm on the edge
Of the abyss unknown
My bird here has flown
It's time to fall backwards
Trust life's arms will catch
They always do.

Wait Not, Want Not.

Don't wait
For your next step
Anticipate it
To be your last

Don't wait
For your next breath
Draw it in now
And make it your deepest yet

Don't wait
Don't hesitate
Move with life
Because life won't wait

Should you fall behind
Pick yourself up
And run
Skip
Leap
Toward your fate...

-It's never too late
To give your whole heart
But it will be if you wait.

Overcast.

Overcast, your spell is on me
It's days like these
I'm well at ease
The sky looks blue
Dressed in all that grey
But today it's just a blanket
For the sun's rays

For the sun she rests
Just shy of the clouds
She'll be back come Summer
Beaming her golden smile, proud
But right now
She only peeps
Now and then
From behind her Wintery sheets

Overcast, your spell is on me
Your daylight is soft
And tells the story
Of a moody and mysterious season
That rains at anytime
Without warning, without reason
It is as it is:
A darkness following the light
Of Summer
But making way for Spring
And it's step
Toward Summer again

No,
There is no end
Only beginnings
Cast over and over:
The spell of the seasons

Cast your spell on me.

The Surrender

We have to let go
To hold on to what is now
Let go of tomorrow
Let go of yesterday
And choose instead
To just be here today

Nothing outside this moment
Exists
And when I see this
I no longer resist
Changes, changing
Instead, I say 'yes'
- Only without speaking
Without blinking

It is in the stillness
Of the pause
I am one
- Unified with my life's cause
To one effect:
Breathing, breath
Prana
Guiding each present step
Into the now
With a loosening grip
Finger by finger
Releasing yesterday
And falling before tomorrow
To land firmly here today
Without lament
Eternally yours, I let go
And surrender to you, the moment.

Road Trip.

We're all on our own roads
We travel far
We travel wide
To open places
Hoping they will open new spaces
In our hearts

But the best parts
Are along the way
The pit stops we make
To check in with each other
Our fellow travelers...

Because sharing is refueling
We're not doing
All this alone
-These roads we are traveling
Will take us all back to the same home
But for now, it's a road trip
We best enjoy our journeys,
Windows down
To a destination unknown.

So It Goes.

We each picked a song
From the garden of our memories
We lay on our backs
And looked up through the trees
And for the length of a song
I held your hand
I held on
Till you let go

And so this is how it goes
Love
It can ebb and it can flow
But while it's there
You hold on
Till you must let go

And go, you did
And that song, I left on repeat
Day after day
Week after week
Until the song played you away
Until that day
For the length of a song
I stopped holding on
And I let you go

And so it is
South you flew
And this song
I always knew
Would one day end
I just wish it
Left me, with you
My friend.

Eternity.

Today I got a glimpse of eternity
As I stared out to sea
The ripples on the water
Seemed to ripple straight through me
Overcast light
Cast its spell on me
And the force that animates this body
For a moment
Set me free
First, I escaped my mind
Then my body
And dissolved into the water
Losing all notion of time

And free.
Because everything always has
And is, as it should be.

A Sense of Memory.

The scent of her perfume
And in an instance, everything was alright
- I was alone
But the fragrance took me home
Back to a place I knew as a child
The Autumn leaves were falling
And the weather was mild
Looking up
Below the surface of the trees
I drowned in the memory...

The sound of his music
And in an instance, everything was alright
- I was alone
But the music took me home
Back to the dance I knew as a child
I traced every beat
With my wild feet
They sunk the earth
And I drowned in the memory...

Moon.

When the moon looks back at me
What does she see?

In her I see the light
From a distant home
- A place where my spirit once roamed
Before finding this skin
-An earthly form
To experience the human being...

Does she look back at you and me
And see a thousand tiny lights
- Her sons and daughters
Shining back, across her night?

I hope so.
Because her light gives me hope
And night after night
Reminds me of the wonder of life.

Visited.

Tonight the music painted my soul
And I dreamed of a green place
Where ferns and their fronds
Danced shadowy shapes across my face
In the moonlight
My mind sang the melody of imagination
While my heart ran with the beat and played the bass

And I ran
And I ran
And the earth was damp beneath my feet
It was quiet as the night
But I could hear the bubbling water
And the crickets speak

Time had lapsed
And I collapsed
Beneath the moon
And before soon here I woke
Twenty years on...
-The child in me had spoke

She visits me in the music
Often,
And she paints my soul
She stops my spirit from growing old
And reminds me I have no control

And to let go
And to run
And to leap
To feel the earth beneath my feet

To let time lapse
Until I collapse
Having lived every moment
Every colour in full
And having painted the world
With the music of my soul.

Lady In The Window.

Lady in the window
Watching me, watching you
Where does time go?

We can't see it or feel it
But we know it's there
Watching us grow

It settles in the creases of our smiles
And draws lines around our eyes

And to our surprise
One day we all wake
Mesmerised
By the old strangers we find
Staring back
Watching you, watching me;
That lady in the window.

Thrown.

Dear Anonymous,
Today I painted
And I drew
For having met you
Watered my heart
And it grew

And in my cheeks it bloomed
For the sun was in my eyes
-My horizon, ablaze
As I ran toward it
Shedding my disguise

All these layers I thought I needed
- I threw
I am thrown
Having met you...

And suddenly I know
No need, no want
Just my heart
Exposed and open wide
A doorway for life
And all it's experiences
To step inside.

Bounce Back.

So
This is how it goes
With you
Everyone has left
And the colour blue
Sets in
And sees you bereft

But honey
Don't hang your head this time
Choose not
The glass half empty of life's wine

You can always have your fill
If you only will
Breathe on in and breathe on out
-Inflate your soul

You know you can always
Bounce back

Don't throw yourself against life's wall
Instead, paint it
Make of it
What you will
-You can always have your fill
Choose not
The glass half empty...

You know you can always
Bounce back

Don't think, just feel
If you only will
Don't think, just feel
If you only will
Keep your head

Keep your head up high
You got to your keep your head
Keep your head up high.

Something Else.

And it'd be something else
To paint his face
But I don't think I'd ever
Find the colours
To match the palette of his grace...

A lightness of being
I felt
Hiding in the shade of his words
I heard
Something else
Calm
I was, when he brushed my arm

And it'd be something else
To learn more
More of this vessel
That sailed past my shore...

It'd be something else
But I'll let it fly
Somewhere else
For he already belongs
To someone else.

I Believe in Magic.

They are magic
Every one of them
Pulled from life's hat
A wave of the wand
And one by one
They appeared
And everything that's good about life
Triple-tiered in my heart
And ran from my eyes...

Yes, I believe in magic
It happens every day
In the form of friends
Cast our way.

Alone, but not lonely.

Day has died
Resting in peace
Under a smoggy sky
Most are asleep
But nightfall is when I feel most alive

The window frames my questions to the moon
A new Autumn has changed the colour
Of what it means to be alone
But not lonely
Here with my heartbeat
Is where it started
And where it will end
In the meantime,
Time will spend
My youth
But the older I get
The closer I feel
To finding some kind of truth...

And speechless at the wonder of life
That has so much to say
If we'd only listen more
Too often; deaf, dumb and blind
To our own human kind
And kindness
Is where it starts
And hopefully where it will all end
In the meantime,
Time will see me hold out my hand
And walk with life
Down which ever path
It chooses for me
- Be it alone, or not
With life, I am never lonely.

The Reminder.

One day, many years back
He crossed my path
A soul I'll not forget
-Though he wouldn't know it
The effect
He had changed the course
The flow
Of the river within
Turned the corners of my mouth
Up
Up
Up
And away
I awoke after having met him
One day
I remembered a secret
-Long stowed away
And forgotten

A secret
He whispered to me without words
But words I heard
Every one...
Spoken with eyes
And to my surprise
I looked up
And then never looked back

And these days
We walk different tracks
But I am stronger within
And without
For having known him.

Making Tracks.

Making tracks
Always making new tracks
For this carriage
To travel,
To see the world
Through its windows
-From all sides
My presence;
The passenger inside
And the driver
Turning the wheels
Over this roller coaster ride...

Rolling, exploring
Until this carriage
Should one day feel
The need to start slowing

Down

But even then
Even when
The carriage has stopped
I'll still be making tracks
-Just not the kind
Found on earthly maps

No,

My carriage will one day be no more
But the traveller inside
Will journey back to where she was before
Before she opened the door
To this world and climbed aboard.

Don't Wait.

Why do we hide our hearts?
It hurts more to stay in the shadows
Than it does to be rejected
Should we let our truth float to the shallows...

Sometimes it's better to be sorry than safe
Too many, these days wait
And for what?
The right time?

The heart doesn't know time
Nor does it 'right' or 'wrong'
It knows only love.

Loss of Senses.

Deaf
To the people talking in my ear
And blind is my mind
When looking at you, dear
-I fall easily
And I fall hard
But these days I just don't care

The heart was made to be broken
More times than feelings of love
Go unspoken...

Content.

Soft light
I am alone with you
And the night again
You have become my good friends
Along with the breeze
Nudging soft clouds
Across the way
Past the moon
As I tell it about my day...

It understands
And loves me for whoever it is,
I am
And it tells me that I can...

And in these spaces
I can see forever
And though she's been gone years now
I feel we're here together

And I'm aware
It will soon be Winter
But the warmth of her Summers
Have since made a garden in my heart
That reminds me when I forget,
To visit the eden inside
To remember what is
Is content.

Trampoline.

And I recall
A curtain of Autumn leaves
Falling as we leapt
As crickets crept
And spoke in song
-The story of dusk
As the last traces
Of our day's sun beaming
And blushing in the face of the evening

Your face
Sailed past mine
We had
No concept of time
Just a picture of the sky
You, me and trampoline.

Music is Hope.

A drop in the ocean
I become
Fluid with the music
Submerged in sounds
Rippling up my spine
Swirling currents
Pull me out with the tide
Toward the crescendo
Building a wave
This music takes me high
Then delivers me
Washed up and exhilarated
Ready to stand on life's shore
Once more

In music there's hope for us all.

A Test of Character.

If this is a test
Then I'll take it
I'll cut it out
Fold it
And shape it
Into something
Beautiful

I'll use these tears
To dampen the clay
To help mould myself
Another way
And if this doesn't work
I'll continue to play
Trying different shapes
To see which works best

After all,
There are ways in which to get stuck
But more than one way to move
And this a test
I can prove

So just watch me take it
Cut it out
Fold it
And shape it
Into something
Beautiful.

Just Keep Going.

Heart,

Beats,

And breathing

Everything else is optional
Yet so intriguing...

This constant searching
For reason for being

Keeps us going
Keeps us looking
And hopefully one day seeing

Our truth.

Nowhere & Everywhere.

Everyday I feel like packing my bags
Selling everything I own
Feel my feet on a new road
The highway air
In my hair
Where being nowhere
Is being everywhere...

I never meant to stay this long
-This city and I, we always hummed a different song
And it often likes to tell me, that I'm wrong
But I'll keep doing things my way
Won't stop till my job here is done
Yet, the longer I stay
The harder it is to leave
To roll up my sleeves
And call it a day

Still, one way or another
I was never one
To stay in one spot
My heart is a wanderer
Plucked from the flower
-A free flying petal
Indeed this city 'loves me not'
But we still have a score to settle...
And I now have my pedal to the metal

And it won't be long
Before I pack up my bags and my song
-Before I feel the highway air
In my hair
Back to moving
Back to feeling
Where being nowhere
Is being everywhere...

Never Grow Up.

I saw a little girl when I was walking home the other night,
She was lost in imagination,
Her eyes were bright.

Playing near a Japanese Maple tree,
She danced in circles,
Then danced circles around me.

Her feet were bare,
Grass stains on her dress, and messed up golden hair,
She was singing and laughing as if no one was there.

Suddenly, she took my hand,
She told me stories of mermaids, fairies and faraway lands,
Her eyes so wide with excitement,
Blue and brimming with dreams,
I could not help but be swept away...

Together we sat on the water's edge,
We drew sunsets in bright orange crayon,
Rolling green hills we would play on,
-We were free.

In her picture stood a woman,
She waited nearby a Japanese Maple tree,
Confused, I asked "Who?"
"Look harder," she said,
"Don't you see?!"
I am you,
Waiting to find me.

Feel VS Think.

My heart knows the way
My head battles with the directions
My heart never strays
My head is the distraction
My heart knows the picture
My head wants to frame
My heart knows no boundaries
My head sets them in place
My heart knows the dream
My head follows the competition
My heart knows not to point the finger
My head likes to blame
My heart knows not to judge
My head brings out the grand jury
My heart knows the answers
My head likes to question
My heart knows love, unconditional
My head wants the terms and conditions
My heart knows to give and want nothing in return
My head fears never having 'enough', so more it yearns
My heart knows how to grow trust
My head waters it with doubt
My heart knows how to let go
My head only wants to hold on
My heart knows no ending
My head fears that it's beginning
My heart knows what is
My head worries about what is not

My heart is the elixir
My head needs to drink
This is why I should trust how I feel
Before I interfere with what I think.

My Rock.

He built a rock for me to stand on
And he showed me the the view
He captured my imagination
And watered it until my wonder grew
So big
It needed a pair of wings
So he fashioned these for me too
-They took years to make;
He wove them with trust
He wove them with belief
He wove them with great love
And with our laughter
All for me
-His daughter.

And then one day
I didn't need to stand on the rock
Though, from it's foundation I grew
Tall enough to see the view
For myself.

And on that day
We both knew...
So he handed me the wings he'd made
And into the world, I flew...

Without fear.

The Beat.

I used to point the finger
Blamed situation
Circumstance
For standing in the way
Of my chances
But one day I realised the finger
Was pointing at me
All this time
At my own hands
On my own clock:
I had been the thief
Of my own self belief
Positioning
Mind built obstacles
Carefully in place
Obstructions in the path
The one my heart
Has known to be true all along.

But one thing the heart has,
That the mind has not
-Is a song
A steady beat
Uncluttered by thought
-It dictates the simple
Movement of feet
And when you listen
Life is sweet
It's in tune
And when you don't
The heart plays your song louder
Until soon
You can't deny the power
Of your own music
Your own song
The one that's been there all along
But is forgotten
When you point the finger
Or blame situation,
Circumstance...

No.

Don't forget.

Just listen.

There is no time to blame
There is no time to linger
Pointing fingers
In time
They only point back to you
But don't be discouraged
Behind the accusations
Lies the truth
Be honest
It doesn't take a sleuth
Look harder
At the finger pointing
It is at the tip
You will find the direction
You will find the start
Of the path that leads
The way back to the music
To the song in your heart.

And when you listen
Mind built obstacles dissolve
Because your focus is
On the song
-The steady beat
Uncluttered by thought
And dictating the simple
Movement of feet
And it's here
Life is in tune
Life is sweet
Just listen to your heart beat.

Moved.

I had been standing still
That is until,
The violins crept up on me
Tugging at my heart with their strings
While the beat merged with my pulse
Until the world outside, felt false
So I escaped through the nylon bars
Disappearing down the hole of the guitar
Following the sound
And chasing the tail of the melody
Until I found,
That the music had moved me.

You Will Be.

From your eyes to your nose
Tears
From your eyes to your nose
It rains on the rose
In your cheek

From your nose to your chin
Quivering
From your nose to your chin
Trembling
But I know
A smile is sleeping
Within

I'll wake it up
- I'll sing
Till the corners of your mouth
Begin rising
And the rose in your cheek
Starts to bloom again

I'll sing

Until
From your eyes to your nose
From your nose to your chin
Smiling
Again
You will be
Laughing
Again
You will be...

And I'll never stop
So you won't have to either.

Elated.

If this is all there is
Then I'm elated;
For the people I've held
And the arms that have held me
For the music I've heard
That has set my heart free
For the lines
Laughter has drawn around my eyes
And the tears it has dried
For the faces I've found
In a city I thought foreign
Yet just another home
To wandering souls like me
All of us searching
For a place, to be...
Here in the unknown
I have found solace
In its palace grounds
I'm left guessing
Wondering what's around the corner
But never worrying
Just trying
Attempting to find
Exactly what, I know not
But I'm glad I've never waited
For if this is all there is
Then I'm elated.

Musings.

I crossed paths with my muse
And we danced in the light
Of imagination

-A landscape of no limits
And freedom of expression
A space for painting pictures
Never to be fenced in by frames

No, not here;
These pictures go on forever,
An open composition
Where the palette of the heart
Lightens the heavy brush strokes
Of the mind

Here, they are one
Here, in the act of creativity
Union flows through expression
Something for which
You need no lessons

Here,
In the light of imagination
I become a single movement
Painting the world inside
To help find my place in the gallery
Outside

Here,
In the light of imagination
Capturing movement
With broken brush strokes
Perfect imperfections!
-I am my own impressionist.

Hopeful.

Hope is a life jacket
That inflates
When the soul feels like sinking
From all this useless thinking
-90,000 thoughts a day, so they say:
Most of them on repeat
Weighing us down
When we ought to just focus
On lifting our feet

Moving.
Forward.

Swimming upstream
Floating on the backs
Of our dreams
Wrapped in these life-jackets
Of hope.

Do you see what I see?

I wish for him to see what I see:
A gentle heart
Sincere eyes
His existence
Is a prize
We all win
Just by knowing him.

I think he believed this to be true
Once
Upon a time he knew
But situations, circumstance
Have since clouded his view.

And so I wish for him:
For this fog to part
To lift the dark mist
Hanging over his heart
Back to where it is light
And where he will find a new start.

And it is here he will see what I see:
A gentle heart
Sincere eyes
A heart and mind like no other
Inside a man
I am honoured to call my brother.

Within.

I'm not looking for destinations
But worlds within worlds
Within myself, within you
I long for a long winding road
But never to wind down
And to embrace the bends
Like long lost friends

My legs, my arms, my head
A vehicle for the dweller inside
To travel life, steering with the heart
Following a crash course of mistakes
To learn of the prize
And see more clearly, with headlights for eyes
Powered by the light inside

In a space, on a journey that is fleeting
And navigated by millions of hearts beating
To the rhythm that is life
And the song of its being
Hummed within you, within me
Within flower, within tree
Within worlds, within worlds
Travelling,
But never to arrive, only depart
Not looking for destinations;
Just the world inside my heart.

Just Like You.

Just like you
He said
I can feel blue
He said
And I can see red
Just like you
I am another mind
Thinking inside another head
Inside feeling

Just like you

I am
But a present
Wrapped in different paper
Inside
A bird with a heart
That sings
Though born
With these clipped wings
A puppet for life
Minus a few strings
Outside struggling

Just like you

I am
Searching for my path
Searching
For a way through
Life to see
And be seen
But not as a creature in the zoo
It's true

Just like you

I am
A son, a brother
And one day
I hope to be
Somebody's lover
And somebody's father
Just like you
I have a book of dreams
Only mine
Only mine
Came with an odd looking cover.

Hopeless Romantic.

We're all hopeless romantics
Full of hope
And if we all gave a little more
We'd have more than enough rope
To hoist us from the sinking
Sand
And its false castles
Made by deaf ears
And make-believe fears.

If we traded words for hands
And held them out a little,
More would hold
Foundations would be solid
While old walls would fall
And above all
Love could stand tall
We could hope less -
We hopeless romantics,
And rather, see more
Feel more
Live more.

At the seed of giving
Lies the route
To grow universal receiving
-A global family tree
Peace, balance and equanimity

It really is that simple;
To give is to be free
The rest is just white noise
Created by the ego in you and me
But at the heart of every soul
People just want to feel
To love
To hope and to be free
And be given
A piece of dignity.

Don't Forget: One Step, Two Step.

These days I feel
Only two feet on the ground
And the sound
Of one
In front of the other

This is all I have
This is all there ever will be
And with this knowledge
Behind each step
Moving forward
I am free.

The Ocean Inside.

There is an ocean in me
It has waves
But it's deeper than any sea
And it has calm...

Tides come in
And tides go out
Taking with them
My fears and my doubts
And leaving me

Anchored.

Here I am sure of the shore
That lies calmly beside the sea I'll never see
This ocean within me
I can feel it
But will never fear it
For it has a story to tell
And the world wants to hear it
And I, merely my own sea's shell
Have been washed up
And for now, the world has its ear to it
But it's up to me to make the sounds
Loud enough to let the world hear it

But this shell is just one of many
Carrying stories of the sea
-The one within you, within me
One we'll never see
But we all know it's there
We can feel it
As it rolls and it swells
While we lie on life's sand
Each whistling our own versions
Of the tales it tells...

Early Hours.

Early hours
Hold such power;
What a gift to wake
To be here
With eyes open
To see the morning light break

This early light
Gently waking the day
From the night
Orchestrated by the dance of the sun
That never sleeps
But every morning
Pulls back the night time's sheets
Revealing a new day yawning

Dawning, these early hours
In all their grace and power
Oh, what a gift to wake.

Better, Softer.

I know he says my name
The way he would any other
Just like the sun is always there
No matter cloud, or stormy weather
Still, when he says my name
All the same
My day's a little better
Life's a little softer

A gentle breeze, ruffles feathers
As long as those birds are up there flying
My mind's at ease, nothing really matters
Unless I let it

He handed me my coffee
The way he would any other
I get mine with one sugar
They say it's bad these days
But ying is in yang
And yang is in ying
And I think you need
Small doses of everything
Even the bad times, the ugly times
So you can know the good ones
When things taste sweeter
And the heart softly hums...

A gentle breeze, my thoughts wander
As long as those birds are up there flying
My mind's at ease, nothing really matters
Unless I let it

He has drawings on his arm
Not like any other
His eyes are sincere
And would drown any tear
You ever thought to shed
At least, when he blinked
That is what my mind read
Could I ever tell him though?
And this is where my mind fears to tread

Isn't it funny
My own ego
Would have me throw
Getting to know
Him away
Pride and fear
Fear and pride
In it resides

Our own human riddle:
That often, to our own truth
We play the second fiddle

Well perhaps today
I will not play
I will choose heart over mind
And let it risk turning blue for him one day?
Who's to say?

Not I, not now
I'm still fighting the fear
To free the 'how'

As for today, it is raining
As he says my name
The way he would any other
And the sun is actually there
In spite of these clouds and stormy weather
And as he says my name
All the same
My day's now a little better
Life's now, a little softer.

Little Fears.

Little fears, little fears
Creeping and crawling
Want to push me over
Want to see me falling
So why do I hold on?
- If I let them all go,
They wouldn't exist!
So why do I resist?

Why do I hold so tightly to thee?
Is it because I fear not knowing?
Not knowing where I'd be
Without them?
But without them, I'd be free -

Falling
Fallen
Nowhere.

Yet everywhere
Everywhere without the little fears
For they wouldn't exist
So why?
Why, to them do I hold?
Why, to let go, I resist?

These little fears, little fears
Have no legs to stand on
...But my own
I, their host for finding solid ground
Something to hold to,
Because they fear the unknown
Yet they stand in the way
Of letting go
Of seeking groundlessness
- Our one true home.

The World Is Dreaming.

Will I remember all these faces?
And will they remember me?
Will I remember this journey?
Or is this journey just a dream?

Are we just millions of little dreams
The world is having?
Some good…
And some of them bad
We drift in, we drift out
When the world wakes up
From its little dreams of us.

And if I am, just a dream
I’d like to be the one
The world remembers
Long after it has woken up…
But for now, world, keep dreaming
Oh keep dreaming
Cos’ the time you give me
Is never gonna be

Enough.
To do
All the things I’d like
To do…

So, will I remember all these faces?
And will they remember me?
Will I remember this journey?
Or is this journey just a dream?

Have You Been Framed?

The only obstacle you'll ever face is yourself
Everybody has a choice
To face
To embrace
Every part of themselves
Then take each part
And piece them together
To make a picture
Hang it on our wall
Be our own critic,

Assess.

Do we like what we see?
Are we co-existing peacefully?
Are we seeing ourselves honestly?
Tell the truth
Now
We only have one youth
So make it real
Look inside
Make peace with everything that resides
Beyond the picture
Beyond the frame
At the end of the day
It's no big deal
We're all the same.

Don't wait for tomorrow
Don't resist what you feel
With thoughts
But rather,
Let thought follow
Let it float to the shallows
And become transparent
So that others might see through
See past the obstacles we set in place
Past judgments, past the confused expressions
That surface on our face...

See through
To the authentic
Unwanting
Unbiased
You.

The Park.

Under shade of tree
Movement all around
But stillness inside of me
And under hand, warmth of ground.

Lying down but looking up
Pieces of sky peek through the trees
Falling between the spaces of shade
That rest on me.

And for a second
Movement of leaf
Whispers to me;
The secret of the breeze
That combs my hair
And dances 'round the feet of the little boy
Frog-leaping up the stairs.

The breeze;
Dancing the invisible dance of the air

I breathe in.

Time has stopped inside
Yet revolves on around me, here
On grass, green.

I can hear life
Whistled in the song
Of the birds, hopeful for a morsel
Diving and weaving, as they singalong

I can smell life
In the eucalypt and pine cones
Strewn all around me
And reminding me of an earthly home

I can taste life
With a pinch of salt in the air
That hails from distant sea
And sails on this flavoured breeze
Now here, and all around me
Under shade of tree.

But before long
Before black of night
I must depart
Dressed in the last remaining sunlight
As end of day grows dark
Until next week
When I rediscover life,
In the park.

Beyond Face, Beyond Skin

Dig deeper, ever so slowly
And you shall find out
It goes on forever
From here to China
And much further
The depth of our nature
Endless space
Beyond faces
Beyond skin
We're all energy bubbling
At the source within
Let's go
Let's dive in together
Don't be afraid
None of us 'have it made'
Just don't let it stop you
From exploring
The gentle nature of being
Beyond human
- The physical forms we animate
Can make us feel separate
But it is an illusion
All this confusion
Running rampant in our minds
We only have to look at each other
To see all the signs
To see how we all fit
We are tiny pieces of puzzle
That fit together to make a whole
But you have to dig slow
Dig deep
To find the gentle nature of being
To have the presence for seeing
The endless space
Beyond face
Beyond skin
Through to the energy bubbling
At the source within
Here you can see
Here, you can recognise
We are both human and being
And it is here, where we begin
To really see
Beyond faces
Beyond skin

The Risk.

"and then one day the risk it took to remain tightly in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - anais nin

To the Rubicon

And all I want my dear, is to dance
Dance to the Rubicon
Live life like falling backwards
Without the fear
Feel the ground fall away
Let go of knowing
But know that it will be ok

With nothing to hold onto
Nothing to need
Just this hand to give
Just this hand to feed...

Is more than enough, my dear
To run, run to the Rubicon
Live life like a leaf on the breeze
Without the weight of its tree
Of attachment, of materiality

To let it all go

Feel the ground fall away
Let go of knowing
But know that it will all be ok

With nothing to hold onto
Nothing to need
Just this hand to give
Just this hand to feed

Dig Deep

"every man has his own patch of earth to cultivate.
what's important is that he dig deep." - jose saramago

Stirring the Night Sky.

And when the lady realised
She was really a bird
She felt light
Material things dissolved
And the notion of form became absurd
As something deeper

Stirred

A feeling had grown wings
As a conciousness, not of this world
Took flight
Expanding as it flew
High up into

The night sky

Connecting the dots
Of the giant twinkling puzzle
She made a picture in that sky
A picture
That made the onlooking earth, cry

Her love, the night red, it had stained
With something that can only be felt
And not explained

No memory had she, of her black spots
They were not of this world,
Where form is irrelevant
And the lady is a bird.

Truth is not Found Waiting.

I waited
With baited breath
For the sun to come out
From behind the cloud
For the 'right time'
For the voice in my heart
To sing out loud

I waited

For a love I thought
Could only be found
With another
For the wild sea in my mind
To cease playing it's sad shanty
For my sisters and brothers

I waited

For the fear to loosen its grip
From my stomach
Enough to be able to trip
And fall from the false
Heights of the ego
To fall and let go
To lose all and finally know
The truth...

But the truth is
Not found in the held breath
Nor in the fickle meandering
Of the mind's thought tangled wreath
Nor is it found 'waiting' for fear to leave
Or in the unnecessary pain
That the waiting game's tactics
Always find a way to weave

No, the truth is
The sun is always there
The time is never right or wrong
In fact, does time even exist?
And when my mind ceases to resist
This
...Is when the voice in my heart
Sing's the loudest of its songs

And it's then I sing
Of a love not bound by rings
But something far deeper
Below the waves
And beyond the pit of my stomach
Beyond the reach of any fear

And it is here
The ego loses all power
And I have already fallen
From it's tower
The clock and it's hour
Yes, it is here
Always has been
Always will be
The truth
Because the truth just is.

Dancing on the Tarmac.

Taking off and touching down
No one's getting any younger
Time is not slowing down
But there is so much to do
In one lifetime
In this lifetime

We all stand in the way
Of our own...
Isn't it funny how
We build walls where there should
Be none

And there's always a time
When all we want is just

To go home

Home

Hit the ground running
I did
Found myself smiling
Like a kid
When I realised life,
Is just taking off and touching down
And in between :
Dancing on the tarmac.

Shore Thing.

I'm always sure
Beside the sea
Standing here, on the shore
I'm always certain
Of what?
- I haven't a clue
Of who?
- No one in particular!
Yet here, I can see
A much clearer picture
It is salty and it is real
The sea
Somehow, it looks like everything that I feel
And more
More than I'll ever need
To know
To be
It's just me
Standing here, beside the sea
On the shore
Like thousands have before
Knowing nothing
About what it's all for...
Yet somehow,
Being absolutely certain
Being absolutely sure
Being...

bien raison d'être [much reason for being]

I'll begin with a little story. It's about a human being, like so many others; another little spec on this planet, who went from being a twinkle in two consenting adults' eyes, to this 'human' thing...thrust into this world in a matter of seconds and then BAM! Life begins! But why? What's it all for? What on earth...are we on earth for?!! And so we begin the searching...under this rock?...No. Behind that tree? In that teacup? (no, unless it's one of those giant Disneyland teacups...even then, no one would take a large whimsical teacup seriously if it went around proclaiming to hold the answers to the riddle of our existence. Wizards residing in Oz on the other hand... ) I digress.... In that job? In that relationship? No. No. No! Where am I? Who am I? Who is this 'me'?...Fact is, none of us know, but do we even really want to? After all, some of the most beautiful things have no explanation - they just are!

Still, we all search, and search our whole lives, for meaning, for purpose, for our own reason for being.

Raison d'être is a phrase borrowed from French where it means "reason for being"; in English use, it also comes to suggest a degree of rationalization, as "The claimed reason for the existence of something or someone".

The French concept is more elaborate than a simple statement. Once the reason an object exists is defined, criteria to measure the object's degree of success can be enumerated. For example, a phone has the purpose of enabling communication between two people. Some phones meet that goal better than others. When measurable criteria are known, gaps can be identified that show where the particular object fails to meet the prototypical object's reason for being. When gaps have been fully identified, strategies can be implemented to close the gaps and bring the object closer to the true fulfillment of its raison d'être.

We're all 'prototypical objects'; born original, full-scale and individual working models of the human form. Our designs are capable of amazing and individual feats, that is, when these 'designs' are aligned with a true sense of inner purpose. The only 'gaps' that hinder us in moving closer toward true fulfillment of our own raison d'être, are the layers of our own meddling and fickle ego's.

This little blog right here, is simply an exploration of my own 'design' and a means of trying to express its reason for being! I don't know about you, but I'm curious. Curious about trying, and seeing what happens. Each day is an opportunity to try and align ourselves with our basic goodness. Every situation, person we meet, is our teacher, our guide to learning and becoming more aware of ourselves. The signposts pointing us toward fulfillment of our reason for being are all out there, but it's up to us to open our hearts to them. Only we can decide whether we try. But life ain't fun if you don't try, so seek, explore, and be eternally curious about the life you've obtained. Be your own adventurer and you will find, there really is much reason for being.