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.