Ἶσις : I Am Found.

What will become of me?
Of this old life in hiding?
Long time now
I have imagined
Such a day of freedom
A life of wielding
The sword of a more truthful expression
A more honest way forward
Whispering the sounds of Isis
A fearless love
The kind that brings doubt to its knees
As it weeps
Burning with tears of fire
From the stars I've been keeping alive in my eyes
All these years
All these galaxies
Kept safe in the vast space of the heart
Echoing:
It's time to let go of gravity
It's time let go of the world as I've known it...

The Island.

Oh how I've twisted and I have turned
Oh how I have defended all these burns
Caged in scars
I let them become bars
These cells I've been pacing back and forth in
This old skin
Now shed alongside liberating tears
After all these years
Of living in
Wards
And robed
In skeletons
Behind closet doors
I've not been celebrating
The truth behind these walls
Since your defacing...
But now I see the depths in which I was submerged
Having now emerged
Having been urged
Onward in this journey
By the memory
Of an island
Now, no longer
An exotic escape in my mind
But here
Now
Soaking and smiling
I fall to my knees
The sensation of sand
Dry and solid land
Eyes shut
I wake up
To find my lungs made of trees
And a body made of land
These hands
Now a coastline
Washing myself free from the ocean that was you
Rinsing you out
After all those crashing waves
You delivered blow by blow
You had me rolling in my shell
You knew how to make me crawl back in
Keep quiet, not make a fuss
Zipped up
Clammed up
But all this time inside I was just
Making a pearl
And there was a time you made me
Believe it to be false
But this oasis was
True
You stole a lot
But you never took my pulse
Nor could you take away
The mer from this maid
Nor the siren from her sea
For she's a water spirit
Made for swimming free
Circling this castaway island
Now, me
Rising up
With a heart made of volcano
She erupts
To let me know
I am one again with my true nature
And no longer lost in your shadow.

Pictures.

We're all in this alone
Together
We're all just refections
Of one another
Looking back from a universal mirror
Moving as one
Yet, fragmented by the illusion
Of 'the other'...
So, in pieces
We search
In pieces
We try to resurrect the picture
Looking for representations
For something we've never seen
But can somehow remember
Through each other...
But,
We are the picture!
And the earth, our frame
For this expression of something
That has no name
Yet when it called us 
We came
Vulnerable and alone
But raised to be together.

The Word Hollows.

verses lost and found
these words
verses on the ground
I pick them up
even though most days I'm down
cos' they cheer me up
these words
are all I got lately
these words
and the friends I share 'em with
- the pith, the core of my existence
that is;
these words plus all of you
equals to
the sum of the love
I keep safe
for you
keep safe
in these sentence cases
and stored away in the quiet spaces
of the heart
only to be opened up
in brief moments of truth
little portholes by which I can escape
this occupational route
escaping down the burrows of poems
away from the furrowed brows and doldrums
of the nine to five
escape and feel alive, again
this is the freedom I find
at the end of my pen
for one sweet moment a day
when the wind whispers to me and my ear bends
to catch the words I find
before I become lost again
lost, searching to give meaning
lost and wandering around
among all these verses on the ground.

We Are The Dreamers.

We are the dreamers
You and I
We are the dreamers
Inside these shells we call humans
We are here, just being
Sparkling and believing
Whispering and imagining
What is beyond physically seeing
While our human nature
Parades all these things
- Always they are seeking
To capture, even a snapshot
Of the rapture
Of what it is, we are dreaming
In their physical forms
To have and to hold
Some of our human counterparts
Will grow old
Manifesting what we've whispered to them
Their whole lives
But at least they have tried
To create, to challenge
To bring into form, the inner beauty
Of this dreamworld from which they were born
Before they die
Before returning home to you and I
For we are the dreamers
And only through you
Do we wake up...

Throwing Caution. Being Wind.

I have played the caution
And life, she has always been the wind...
Winding and breathing
Her force through me
And yet I,
Many times have resisted this natural flow
Trying to control...
Until now.
Now, I perch as the owl
In the hollows of the footsteps I have taken
These markings in the ground of a new found wisdom
Now, my new spectacles
For curious observation
Before knee jerk reaction
Yes!
Conscious
I am
Now,
Calm
I am
Now,
And beyond my own storm
I can
See
That old story, thundering on the horizon
See
What was
Has no bearing on what will be...
As long as I 'let it be'
And that storm, it will continue to crack
And rage around me
Such is the nature of situation
Such is the nature of circumstance
But, beyond their theatrical dancing
Beyond their drama
These days I'm aware of a door
Somewhere...
And a window
To a house that guards a steady, flickering glow
From a fire I've been stoking my whole life
Building a flame
That owns not my name
But my body to animate
To orchestrate
It's heat
Winding and breathing
It's way through me
With every heartbeat
This natural flow
It grows and grows
Now, far stronger than my caution
For life, she is the wind I must follow
And all this tired caution I must throw
To her wind
To the fire
Let it scatter
To her flame
That owns not my name
But now, engulfs my body with it's passion to live
Never to be the same...

Wanderlust.

Empty
I make space for listening
Alone
I am aware of this space
And whether I've grown
Enough
Love for myself?
It hurts!
To ignore the fire
My face is cold from looking away
Exposed
To the elements of my true nature
Now
I can't hide
Decide
I must...
Be truth
Follow the wanderlust...

Shedding Skins.

Shedding skins
Shedding tiresome weight
In exchange for wings
For lifting
Up
To where the air is fresh
And unknown
Beyond the stagnant pond
Of habit
I see it's reflection now
And it's not me
Just an illusion I once created
Hid away
Because I was scared of being free
But no more...
I wake from the dream of fear
That is,
Fear of dreaming
How absurd
To clip the wings of this bird!
There are no sins
Just lessons learned
For growing wings
To see things
From higher up
See them fall
As I rise up
From shedding skins.

That Was Then, This Is...

Patterns of who I was
Are changing
Old belief systems
Are crumbling
And here's me
Disorientated and stumbling...
See you on the other side
Of this new moon.

This Is Love.

This

Is love

This

This, conversation with a friend
This smile in their eye
That somehow sends
A message for a feather somewhere, to bend
And unfold...

This

Love

This

Growing older
This new line on my face
Is part of my map for tracing
The picture of what I've learned so far
And so I
Hold it up to the sun
To show her how far I've come
And as I do
Somewhere,
Another feather comes undone...

For this

Is love

This

Up past midnight
This moonbeam smile
Mysteriously crescent
And glowing from holding
You tight
While understanding
That this just might
Be the only night you are with me
And in recognising this
Letting you go
And loving the moment
For everything it is
And for everything is, as it should be...

Here,

"Trust the life"
I heard her whisper to me

This

Love

This, now rolling down my cheek
This silent language we all speak
In the quiet tongues of the heart

And unbridled now
Is my heart
No longer cradled
As those feathers finally expand and part
Moved by the formless hands of
This
Passion
This
Joy
This

Love

This

Is flying.

Don't Worry.

To those concerned by my recent 'darker' poetry ... it is neither here nor there ;-) All is temporary. All is malleable. My poems should reflect this...

They are merely a vehicle for channeling different emotions in concentrated forms, and as a result, they help me to process how I am feeling at any given moment. In this way I get to look at how I am feeling, with a sense of curiousity which allows me to use the quality of the emotion to make some art and then move on, rather than dwell on, or get caught up in the storyline of the situation and / or circumstance that triggered the emotion!

When I finish a poem, I have already moved on from what was being said. The process of writing allows me to let whatever needs to be released, to flow free. It's very cathartic ;-)

Life isn't always roses, which in itself is a kind of beauty. This is what I find myself acknowledging at the moment. Pain, anger, sadness, resistance - it's good to explore these, as they are really just doorways to unfolding to a greater understanding of oneself and as a result, become more available to joy and peace. We cannot know one without the other. Ying and Yang. Light and dark. The balance.

The only time these emotions become dangerous, is when one becomes lost in them ... lost in the story. Poetry allows me to become the observer, and therefore I have space around the story - distance from it. Then I can write about it and hopefully learn something from it! It's a space where I can see the emotions for what they are - neither here nor there, allowing them to be, in order to fully let them go. So do not worry. When you read my poems ... consider that you are just tracing my footsteps through life ... and with each one I have already moved on ... always moving forward ;-)

To summarise, I will leave you with a favourite story of mine:

- Two Monks -

Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman. 

Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.

As the monks continued on their way, one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out. 

“Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!”

“Brother,” the second monk replied, “I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her.”

Modern-day Gypsy.

What happens?
When you can no longer show up
When the feeling in your gut
Is one of being fed up
From being starved
Starved of the fire
Of the inherent desire
The fuel you were born with
To create
To make a space
For something unique to exist

What will happen over time?
The more I sit here daily
Nodding and shaking
I am the yes-man
And it’s making me feel like a tired walrus
Coo-coo could you
Please check my pulse
Cos I’m staring vacantly into a screen
While living the dream
Of another life in my head
Instead of in my reality
Because I’m worried where I’ll be
Without any fucking money
To see me through the day-to-day
But day-by-day
I already feel I’m paying the ultimate price
The sacrifice
Of ‘settling’ for the ‘sensible’... the ‘practical’
...Logical solutions
Acting as dilution
For my passion
And desensitizing the crazy
That lives beneath my skin
She‘s been told she’s too weird
She’s been told she’s a sin
Can't go making a living
Pedaling around what she was inherently given...

What happens to her?
What will happen over time?
If she continues to be forced to dance with the ugly beast
And his feast of the mundane
He’ll proclaim
Her dead before long
Unless she is strong
Enough to rebel and follow
The beat of her own drum
Away from all the ho-hum
And toward the parade
Of the overgrown and wildly untamed
Jungle of her imagination.

Well beware!
For on the horizon
Stands her trusty steed
...The beast of her determination.

Tension & Release.

It's the tension
And the release
It's the melody
Over the persistent beat
Of the softened heart
Made light
From a wisdom born of heavy feet
Making solid tracks
Despite the resistance they meet
Along the way
And during the straying
From the road most travelled
...

These prints
Mark and decorate an earth
I have now truly grown to embrace
After having let go
Of the man-made concept of time and place
Opting instead
To just focus on this space
The spot where I'm standing
Breathing in
It's a beautiful thing
Taking it in
And letting it go
Letting it flow
This eternal dance
Of tension and release
Light and dark
This is the balance
This is the challenge
Do you see day in your night
Or night in your day? 
Actually,
Forget one
Forget the other
It's about the interPLAY
...

This is what we came here to do
To manifest infinite interpretations
Of a universal clue
To the mystery of me and you
And this here,
Is the very riddle
This here is our rhyme
The paradox of the eternal
And the infinately sublime
Does it go on forever?
That which we cannot comprehend 
Yet try to measure by our 'time'
Ticking and tocking
The only clock I'm watching
Is the one in my chest
That's got me popping and locking
And dancing up a storm
With every day that dawns
This is it
The nature of the beast
The tension and release:
The never-knowing
Of when your time is up
Yet by knowing this much
Maximises your reason
To get on up
And look around
Breathe it all in
It's a beautiful thing
This spin-cycle we're in
Forget washed and dried
Let's get messy with this life-thing.

This Industry.

This industry is killing me
Softly
With it's mechanical song
With its coffee addicts
And expanding waistlines in the making
We try and sell 'the real thing'
But at the end of the day it's just faking
Another packaged up concept
Another conveyor belt notion
A quick-fix potion
A band aid for the fucked up
And superficially loved up
Making love to the image
To the ideal
Of needing MORE to be complete

But wait!
There IS more! :
"If you buy now, into our manipulation,
Not only do you get self deprecation
But look! - A free set of knives!"
...Fashioned from the money of lies
And empty promises
Now yours to own and keep
Until you find
One day, that you can't sleep
Tossing and turning
From unconsciously burning
Up...

Misusing our own fossil fuels
We have become
A numbing inferno
Polluting our inherent peace
It's getting harder to find...
Especially here; trapped in the building
The very same structure we built
Now engulfed by guilt
Fear and shame
With no one to blame
But ourselves
So we stop, drop and roll
In a bid to smother the inflamed

But we're doused in a modern stress
It's a sticky kind of fuel
That has us stomping about like stubborn mules
And pushing each other out of the way
To get ahead
And in doing so
Losing our heads
And more importantly
Their connection to our hearts
It's an ambilocal cord we've severed
Stunting our spiritual and emotional growth
You only have to look at all the weathered
Faces
And haunted crowds
Resonating with the sounds
Of the kind of chords
Plucked too hard by egos
They sound so dissonant and out of tune
Resounding with the pain
Of a losing game
Killing us softly and
Strumming our pain
With this industry's fingers

Got me covering my ears
But that won't deafen the sound
Of the feeling that lingers
From the mechanics of a song
That went so wrong
Singing our lives with it's false words
And in turn creating false worlds
We're living in a glossy dream
A postcard from an imaginary state-of-being
Instead of being where we are
Be it as it may, all flushed with fever...

But give me the fever
AND the famine
Over this souless regime!
I'd rather be faced with the derranged
I'd rather look the ugly beast in it's eye
And let my distaste
Become my palette for change
REAL
Change...

That which lies behind the Great Wall of the numb
And the dumb
Those glossy improvised culture clubs
And their good time drugs
In all their seductive disguises
Stop numbing it out!
The more you do
The more you better watch out…

Because you might just cry
You might just pout
You might just FEEL
When all this pressure underneath consumer society's lid
Decides to get REAL

Yeah you better watch out
And you better wake up
Because an independent Clause is coming to town
And it's shouting:

This industry is killing us
So it's time we fight back!

Something From Nothing.

Look for the unseen places
Listen for the spaces
The gaps in thought
Here you will discover
Hidden treasures
Newborn and unaffected
Sight
Sound
And energy
You never knew
You could tap into
Turn it on
It's a natural spring
The world promises a lot
But what you need is afloat within
When you check in
With yourself
Investing in life
Using your inherent wealth
Just be here and create
Navigate
Explore
And innovate
You are your own invention
Every day a chance
To hone and fine tune
To oil the creaks
And dance!

Quit.

Quit buying the drama and get love for free
Quit writing a tragedy and get a love story
Quit carrying the past and watch your love lighten up
Quit making excuses and watch your love take action
Quit parenting doubt and watch your love grow up
Quit your self
And surrender your heart
Again and again
Until your realise you never end
You only start
When you give up
That which is not essential.


Forever
A beginner
To this life.

Visions.

Relax.
Where is your lens positioned?
Is it fixed on possibility or despair?
Which view do you prefer?
I thought so.

I Curate.

Grounded
In the groundlessness
When I let go
Of all the holding on
What exactly am I resisting?
I am free
Inside the space of the now
To wade in the waters of possibility
Floating free
Free from the debri
Of expectations
And story lines
Breaking off
And trailing off
All around me
Superfluous driftwood
In this eternal space
Of the present moment
I am like a serpent
Shedding the skin of the 'should'
For the 'could'
The 'what if'
Stripped back
And playful
This space is readily available
To return to
Regardless of situation
And circumstance
You ALWAYS have the choice
To sit down
Or to get up and DANCE
This is your chance to move
To find your groove
To elevate
Push the button and accelerate
Feel the floors rising
And the noise in your mind dividing
Like curtains
To make way for the theater of your heart
Where it's beat takes center stage
To guide the rest of your play
It's pure art...
And it's yours to curate
In the gallery of your life
It's an exhibition of your truth
Now showing
So make sure you show up
Every day
With the authenticity and the beauty
Of what your heart has to say.

A New Wave.

Drop the storyline
For this is the passing of the past
It's time to lay old wounds to rest
Set those victim sails to half mast
For it's already half past the time
For setting sail
On a new wave
I wave goodbye
To unconcious living
On a voyage to start applying
And giving
More of myself
To a greater good
A little piece, to help heal a universal neighborhood
Where I promise
To honour you
And therefore this planet
'Til death do us part
Surrendering to you
My newly opened heart
Open wide
And deep as any sea
Dive in, then climb aboard
And come sail with me
On a new wave
A new way to be
Where we quit playing the victims
To set ourselves free.

It's Yours To Experience.

Look around.

What you are experiencing is your choice...

Ask yourself:

What kind of energy is speaking with my voice?

Is it calm, peaceful?

Angry, joyful?

Desperate or resentful?

And what is it convincing you?

Is it believable?

Is it true?

Is it true of you?

Look inside.

Survey the area:

Your space is what you create

You can grow a garden

Or you can waste your energy

And leave your spirit half-baked...

The dough is yours to knead

Don't you wanna see it rising?

If you do

Check your temperature

The right kinda heat

The better...

Don't let yourself go cold

The sun is not in a box

So think outside it

...But from within

And then look around

Now...

What are you experiencing?

Shadows.

To be one

We must embrace "the other"

...

The shadow

Contains unexplored depths

In which lie answers

For reaching great heights

So dive

Into it's night

Only to emerge

Having been submerged

In truth

To arrive more fully

Into your day

Embracing your new found light.

The Chase.

What I run from
I must embrace
For fruitful answers are born of these arms
And not from running the race

And what I chase
Should be questioned
For motivations and desires can bear empty results
If their foundations
Are not founded upon the center

Of gravity
Of the core
Of the universal truth:

Love

Is all we wish to orbit
Is all we actually do...
The only time this is hindered
Is when we wander from it's view

For we attract more of what we run from
And less of what we chase
By getting off-course from the center
And getting caught up in the race.

Honest.

Honest with myself
Honest with you
Honest with my heart
Is the honest truth.

In Key.

Today my heart did sing to me
Sing out
That I'm everything I should be
It played so loud
It silenced all doubts
That had been keeping me out of key...

Now in tune
Now in bloom
I am the sun
I am the moon
Rising within
Whenever I listen to my heart sing.

Much Afraid.

I fluctuate between possibility
And despair
I am my own dream
And sometimes, my own worst nightmare

And lately I've been losing sleep
For fear of losing feet
On these shifting sands
Where did all those hands
To hold

Go?

No.

Stay.

Stay with it
Stay here
Look, your fear
In it's own frightened eye
And see
Whisper into it's ear
Tell it what it wants to hear

...That it will all be ok
Because it will be.

The Dance.

This is a dance

Are you moving?
Are you flowing?

This is a chance

To feel
To unpeel

Strip back to a space
That knows no time or place

Lost in the act
Only to be found in the moment

I am

Dancing.

Can you feel the vibration?

The Language Of Sound.

And if we spoke in song
Maybe you would hear me
Really hear me
For inside the space of music
I am free
Notions of who I am
Who am supposed to be...
Melt away
To a melody
And here
Here, is where you will find
My authenticity

I wish to do nothing but sing
Sing until the music stops
Sing until I drop
And dissipate back into
The musical debri
- Those very first sounds that made me
Carrying my vibrations along
Looking for a song
A life to sing...

My physicality
Is merely a parcel
For giving form
Shape
Contour
To this song
The package is temporary
But I've been here all along

Just put your ear to my chest
And listen
For I've not yet reached this chorus
And perhaps I won't in this lifetime
But oh, to be heard
To be heard without a word
Just in song
Just in sounds
Listening only for the energy
Behind that which made the audio resound
And nestle
In our ears
Softening all doubts and fears
And just
Inspiring!

...So let's speak in music
For we exist only as long
As the space in which we are truly listening...

One.

There is light and dark
Moon and sun
But in my heart
There is only one...

Sailing.

One day I will go sailing
And find out what it's all for...
One day I will go sailing
Until I'm sure I can't see the shore
Across the ripples - up and over
Life's up and downs
A speck amidst a vast and deep blue...

But wait! What's this?
It seems I'm already sailing
My sail strong and full!
 
- Funny, how easily lifted
Was the weight of my anchor
When to myself
I decided to be true
And so it seems, that this 'one day' is NOW!
And I am sailing
The best way that I know how...

And to each wave that takes me
I will wave back, and I will greet
For behind me
Travels a loyal fleet
Of hope...

And so it appears
I'm never alone
In this great unknown
For we are all on a voyage
Of our very own
Yet, together...

Together, in this big ol' sea
Unsure of the shore
That waits for the return of you and me
To tell us the secret
Of what this was all for...

Sometimes...

Sometimes I'm mindful
Of where my mind wanders
And sometimes I just let it wander
Back to you...

For it can still find you there
Sitting, waiting
In memory.

And sometimes lately
I can't string together my sentences
Because they made better sense
When I said them to you...

But I know I'll have to speak again
Sometime soon.

One And The Same.

And in a heartbeat
There it was.

The star I saw in the sky
I realised
Was just the same
As that which lights the flame
Behind my eye.

And in this moment
I cried comets tails
And my laughter echoed throughout the galaxy.

Dreamtime.

My heart is soft today
It whispers to me
The same way
It whispered to me
As a teenager
I remember
Rugged landscapes
Unkempt beauty …
Solitary wandering and dreaming
For hours in the humid evenings
…I never really fit in
At school…
These man made structures
Have always made me wonder

Australia…

Feeling at peace with the land
The smell of Eucalyptus trees
Crunchy undergrowth underneath foot and hand
Australia.

I remember her…

I need to wander
I need to go back to her
Find her strength
Her freedom
Her resilience
Her defiance
Wait…

She is here.
I just haven't been listening for some time…

Note To Self

All these notes
Notes to self
Just tear them up
Or place them on the shelf
Somewhere
And hear
This, note-to-self-maker:
Forget your to-do lists
Do it now!
And stop asking how...
Just find out as you go
And say hello
To the unknown
The only true home
Known
For certain
This is it
Your time is now
Forget the clock
It will only lock
Your dreams to a heavy timeline
Instead of being a lifeline
For taking hold of something new
For finding a different view
On this
Impatience you have
Paradoxically
With your procrastination
Your body is a peace loving nation
So bring it to your mind
To find
Stillness
And in stillness, a wealth
Of being
And this being
Your only true, note-to-self.

Of This, Be Certain.

Be certain that I cannot fill the gaps
For you
Just as you cannot fill mine
We are just reflections of each other
Mirroring a time
Inside a loving space
Where your face is mine
And mine is yours
The same
Energy
Divided between bodies
Meeting each other for the first time
Yet, remembering...
A time
Long ago
Once united...

So you see why I cannot fill the gaps? 
For you are already full
Of the unseen
A tangible form of the one 
That which was once united
And of which, we are just a mirage
Ever-changing
Malleable expressions
In the desert of creation.

Post-girl...

And what of the girl? she said...
And the reply was soft, consoling;
"Didn't you hear? Her job is done...
She asked you step in for her."
"Me?" I whispered.
"Yes. The heart has spoken,
and it requires the work of a woman."
And so I stepped into her shoes,
Ever so quietly that day,
Hoping I can fill the shoes
She spent her life making for me.

Every Day.

You're teaching me
Everyday
To not be afraid
That my bed
Doesn't have to be the same
As where I once laid
You're teaching me
To no longer hold back
But to flow
Go with the let go
Effortless effort
…From within
You're unfolding me
Like some complex origami
You understand the creases
The patterns
The puzzle
And I, I am in pieces
But not afraid
Because everyday
You teach me
That I am not the game
Nor am I the bigger picture
…But just one of the details
A small feature
Film playing out on the reels of creation
For a limited time only
And here you are shouting "show me"
But not the money
Not the game
You want my essence
And I demand the same
Openness of being
Strip down!
Show me more, more, MORE!

And so I will.

I will show you more
I will be the movie AND the entire film score
I will do this script I was handed, justice
Just bear in mind, I am NOT an actress
The truth cannot be played
Or read
Or understood from the head
The lines I need to know
Were written in my heart
Before it gave birth to it's first beat
And now they're pulsating
Through my veins
Screaming
"You are alive!!!"
So LIVE!
There is no time for mediocre
There is no time for drama
Just stripped back truth
Raw expression
To leave a cosmic karmic impression
For the next rebirth
The next generation
Of you
Me
And I can feel you
Life!
This is what you've been trying to tell me
Everyday
And now I can really hear you!
For you're teaching me
Everyday
That I am a tree
In the garden of existence
And now is my time
To grow
And embrace the sky.

The River Knows.

The river that flows
Only knows
The forms it will take
The shapes it will make
As it moves
As it flows.

Undefined.

Let them slide away
All these definitions:
What do you do?
Who are you with?
What is yours?
What is mine?
What have you done with your time?

...Well, if you're always trying to answer these questions
Then all you've been doing
Is trying to define

Justify
Summarise
Condition what is unconditional
Undefinable
From one moment to the next
We are

So let them slide away
These petty definitions
Leave no room
For the expansiveness of you and I.

If You Smile, The Reflection Will Always Smile Back.

Everyday when you smile
I understand what it means to smile back
With my eyes
With my heart
With my entire being...

Everyday when you smile
I know of a joy
That lives beyond
The confines
Of the physical mind
I know this
Because your joy mirrors mine

One joy
One love.

I Can...

I can divide or unite
I can add or subtract
I can live fiction
Or I can be fact...

Only I can answer what is real
And how this feels
For me...

True or false?

I can orchestrate a day in heaven
Or a day in hell...

:Truth.

Therefore this is our dare...

To see past that which divides
To pause before we react
In order to see what subtracts
Us
From the whole
Story:
Write yours with grace and integrity
So that we may reach the end as we know it
Feeling

United
Abundant
And real.

Becoming.

Always becoming,

We are...

Vulnerable.

I wanted to withdraw my heart
When rejection came
Again and again
Until I became familiar with that pain
That storyline
That game
Why do you play?
My head asked my heart...
Why do you play?
When you know how it could all end
Before you start?

But my heart just smiled,
Turned to face the sun
And said;

You know as well as I,
That love given
Is love gained
And well worth the journey
Even if it should end in pain...

And so my heart and I,
We carried on playing.

Not Alone.

Do not fear,
You are not alone
In your loneliness,

For we are all alone,
Together.

Anthem 2012 & Beyond.

On no particular day
I changed the course of my life

I stopped playing the victim
And in doing so
Caught sight of my own kingdom
I'm sitting on a gold mine
Have been all this time
Only I
Stand in my way
I have a choice
Every day:
Is it joy?
Or is it pain?

It's an attitude
A perception
An intersection
In thought
To see past the deception
And be truth
To me
And therefore to you

Can you feel
This
Is what
Realness
Taste's like

It's a flavour
Not a favour
Just authentic bliss
So undress out of your anger
Out of your sadness
You don't want to miss

This.

Contentment
The kind you find
When you shed
Your resentment
Of mistakes you've made
Games you've played...

You see now?
You see this?
It's loving what you are
And putting one foot
In front of the other
It's seeing her as your sister
And him as your brother

It's love.

And on no particular day
I changed the course of my life

I stopped telling people what I was doing
And I started showing them.

Begin Again.

Now I begin to live
Now I begin to taste
Now I begin to breathe
Now I forget time
Now I forget place

Now.

No expectation
Can only result in wonderment...

Unknown,

And curiously searching...
I am forever a beginner
To this life.