Still, I believe in love..
Recognising its' simplicity,
as a feeling unexplained..
Inspired in a song of words,
or in a speech that touched the heart.
Like a sun warmed-breeze upon your skin,
which stirs the leaves to dance.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Dwell Upon at Times
Listen to the sound of one hand clapping..
Pictured in the minds eye we see.
Given rise to a collection of thoughts.
Focused on the point beyond arms reach.
Seeking as before with calming influence.
Towards a place of pulsing emptiness.
Our last step is but a beginning.
Set apart from all without when looked from, from within..
and glimpsed upon occasions rare, in conscious state sometimes.
Yet all is true in meditation
when the questions are correct.
Pictured in the minds eye we see.
Given rise to a collection of thoughts.
Focused on the point beyond arms reach.
Seeking as before with calming influence.
Towards a place of pulsing emptiness.
Our last step is but a beginning.
Set apart from all without when looked from, from within..
and glimpsed upon occasions rare, in conscious state sometimes.
Yet all is true in meditation
when the questions are correct.
Influence
Western Star,
from which I see.
In Eastern light,
from which I look.
Frontiers in new horizons
Speak to me of dreaming..
Visions of Power,
vanquishing the illusions of life.
Gazing..
Towards the West,
from Eastern Skies
from which I see.
In Eastern light,
from which I look.
Frontiers in new horizons
Speak to me of dreaming..
Visions of Power,
vanquishing the illusions of life.
Gazing..
Towards the West,
from Eastern Skies
Live
A challenge of intensity
towards which we have no awareness.
Its power and eager grip
fortified within the midst of our minds.
Taken shape in our every-day lives,
in our sight it is willingly concealed.
Confronted, the challenge is forced away with intensity..
gathering Itself again.
towards which we have no awareness.
Its power and eager grip
fortified within the midst of our minds.
Taken shape in our every-day lives,
in our sight it is willingly concealed.
Confronted, the challenge is forced away with intensity..
gathering Itself again.
?
Ask me a question
when I know not the answer
and I will give you a clue.
Read the thoughts upon my face
and the answer comes unbidden.
But remember..
The question that you ask me now..
I may not want to answer.
when I know not the answer
and I will give you a clue.
Read the thoughts upon my face
and the answer comes unbidden.
But remember..
The question that you ask me now..
I may not want to answer.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Evolve
Ascending into natural state
deep awareness of higher self
floats upon, within to light
suspended motion have attained.
Attuned in conscious thought released
revealed that which was never hidden.
Senses shortened by separation
run only in the conscious mind.
Limited visions of three dimension
in our moment of mortality.
deep awareness of higher self
floats upon, within to light
suspended motion have attained.
Attuned in conscious thought released
revealed that which was never hidden.
Senses shortened by separation
run only in the conscious mind.
Limited visions of three dimension
in our moment of mortality.
For Pearl...
"See me! See me!" they all say,
laughing and playing in their childlike way.
Throughout the night, I long to stay
and hide again with turn of day.
For now I watch, as I may,
the Fairies of the Heavenly way.
Their joyous dance, my own display..
As I must, so they say.
laughing and playing in their childlike way.
Throughout the night, I long to stay
and hide again with turn of day.
For now I watch, as I may,
the Fairies of the Heavenly way.
Their joyous dance, my own display..
As I must, so they say.
Pie
a piece of the pie,
the biggest one please!
no not being greedy..
I just like pie!
the first bite's huge,
I'm stuffing my mouth!
cover every taste bud..
not one misses out!
there is a second,
a third
the forth is the last..
another piece please!
the biggest one please!
no not being greedy..
I just like pie!
the first bite's huge,
I'm stuffing my mouth!
cover every taste bud..
not one misses out!
there is a second,
a third
the forth is the last..
another piece please!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
loneliness
Those who are lonely,
are the true magic makers.
longing for a connection,
keeping hope & imagination alive,
opening up unto the heart.
Those who are lonely,
are often misunderstood.
scorned,
last to be chosen,
first to forgive.
Those who are lonely are willing to love
are the true magic makers.
longing for a connection,
keeping hope & imagination alive,
opening up unto the heart.
Those who are lonely,
are often misunderstood.
scorned,
last to be chosen,
first to forgive.
Those who are lonely are willing to love
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Word (May 2000)
I thank thee my Brothers
for the guidance that you gave
This my Word, I give as a Man...
"Truth, Humanity and Loyalty"
in All that I do!
Brothers as you are to me,
I will come in times of need.
My fire burns,
My spirit's free
Ahi Kaa
Badger
for the guidance that you gave
This my Word, I give as a Man...
"Truth, Humanity and Loyalty"
in All that I do!
Brothers as you are to me,
I will come in times of need.
My fire burns,
My spirit's free
Ahi Kaa
Badger
Shared
In the company of friends
Love is found
Honesty, compassion, humour & light
Carelessly sharing each others comfort
Uninhibited, we act as ourselves
Laughing aloud at our silliness
Crying tears of glee
In the company of friends...
Love is found
Honesty, compassion, humour & light
Carelessly sharing each others comfort
Uninhibited, we act as ourselves
Laughing aloud at our silliness
Crying tears of glee
In the company of friends...
15.11.2008
As She watches,
stars fall from the heavens
She tells me this,
as we speak of our lives so far
Kindred spirits we may be,
of heart and soul combined
Her lively pace... My centered being
together now in time
stars fall from the heavens
She tells me this,
as we speak of our lives so far
Kindred spirits we may be,
of heart and soul combined
Her lively pace... My centered being
together now in time
Image of Me
Graceful hunter
born of the land
Runs with the wolves
of the pack he belongs
Rolling plains
seas of tall grass
Carving a path of direction
long tireless strides
Caressing winds
bring messages and signs
Shamans senses receive
tidings and paths to follow
Service to no master
bound to all
Healing priest on questing
staunch postured humility
Hunter, Healer
Poet, Teacher
tu tawake
Warrior Spirit
born of the land
Runs with the wolves
of the pack he belongs
Rolling plains
seas of tall grass
Carving a path of direction
long tireless strides
Caressing winds
bring messages and signs
Shamans senses receive
tidings and paths to follow
Service to no master
bound to all
Healing priest on questing
staunch postured humility
Hunter, Healer
Poet, Teacher
tu tawake
Warrior Spirit
Imagine
Imagine a world without fear.
Where you need not worry about speaking to a stranger...
for fear of their reaction.
Imagine a world without segregation.
Where you are not judged on race, class, age, sex or appearance.
Imagine a world where individualism is seen as a gift...
to be shared with all of humanity and loved for its uniqueness.
Imagine a world where you awaken every morning,
knowing that you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
Imagine a world of freedom,
where each and every individual is given support and guidance...
to find and live as their true self.
Imagine a world,
where at every moment of every day...
each sight you behold,
each experience you have,
is new and wonderful...
where your whole being is immersed in the warm pure light of love...
when every moment is a celebration of life.
Imagine no longer...
I, like so many others', can see the possibility of a world like this.
Look deep within Yourself...
In each of us, is a great love for life...
a great will to live.
Remember and feel the will to love life.
When you do... You not only lift Yourself but also those around You.
Listen to Your higher "Self" inside and let it guide You.
Soon guides will appear in many forms...
follow them...
listen to them...
In truth...
You too will become a guide...
To friends, family,
and all of humanity.
Where you need not worry about speaking to a stranger...
for fear of their reaction.
Imagine a world without segregation.
Where you are not judged on race, class, age, sex or appearance.
Imagine a world where individualism is seen as a gift...
to be shared with all of humanity and loved for its uniqueness.
Imagine a world where you awaken every morning,
knowing that you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
Imagine a world of freedom,
where each and every individual is given support and guidance...
to find and live as their true self.
Imagine a world,
where at every moment of every day...
each sight you behold,
each experience you have,
is new and wonderful...
where your whole being is immersed in the warm pure light of love...
when every moment is a celebration of life.
Imagine no longer...
I, like so many others', can see the possibility of a world like this.
Look deep within Yourself...
In each of us, is a great love for life...
a great will to live.
Remember and feel the will to love life.
When you do... You not only lift Yourself but also those around You.
Listen to Your higher "Self" inside and let it guide You.
Soon guides will appear in many forms...
follow them...
listen to them...
In truth...
You too will become a guide...
To friends, family,
and all of humanity.
The Calling
In a city park
upon the grass I lay.
on inward breath,
sweet grass I smell,
sings through the air
an endless song...
a choir of cicadas.
But not the same
as my land of gold & green.
On sun-baked rocks
around & over,
or banks of coloured sand.
rivers move with slow intent
rage with wild joy...
surrounded by the forest fair
To take a breath,
in these fair lands...
where nature reigns supreme.
Is to take a step
upon the path,
and begin to heal within.
When the gates for me stand open,
when physically I pass away.
it's here,
in these fair lands, I'll rest...
that call me every day
upon the grass I lay.
on inward breath,
sweet grass I smell,
sings through the air
an endless song...
a choir of cicadas.
But not the same
as my land of gold & green.
On sun-baked rocks
around & over,
or banks of coloured sand.
rivers move with slow intent
rage with wild joy...
surrounded by the forest fair
To take a breath,
in these fair lands...
where nature reigns supreme.
Is to take a step
upon the path,
and begin to heal within.
When the gates for me stand open,
when physically I pass away.
it's here,
in these fair lands, I'll rest...
that call me every day
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Onwards???
I feel the time is upon me,
to walk this sacred earth.
Which way will I travel,
I cannot say
just forward
a new step each day.
I will talk,
write,
& gather a story.
Someday,
I will tell a tale.
to walk this sacred earth.
Which way will I travel,
I cannot say
just forward
a new step each day.
I will talk,
write,
& gather a story.
Someday,
I will tell a tale.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Signs
A seedling emerges
pushing up through the frosty earth
The call of a newborn lamb
crying for its mother, who is never far away
Sparrows forage busily
building for the coming months
Buds burst into life
filling the trees with blossom
Spring is upon us
pushing up through the frosty earth
The call of a newborn lamb
crying for its mother, who is never far away
Sparrows forage busily
building for the coming months
Buds burst into life
filling the trees with blossom
Spring is upon us
Monday, February 15, 2010
What makes a Man?
is it a piece of paper
that he hangs upon his wall,
be it the transportation
that he drives,
the amount of plastic
that fills his wallet,
or the the name upon
his newest suit?
What defines Him?
What controls Him?
What is it we think He must be...
To be a Man
that he hangs upon his wall,
be it the transportation
that he drives,
the amount of plastic
that fills his wallet,
or the the name upon
his newest suit?
What defines Him?
What controls Him?
What is it we think He must be...
To be a Man
Friday, February 12, 2010
17.05.2002
People are not who they seem to be
Hiding behind their false facades
They play a game of sorts
Struggling always, against the other
Forming alliances to suit their needs
All consumed in selfish efforts
Waiting for a lowered guard
Never to assault with frontal attack
Making their plays from within the shadows
Cast in a theatre of conspiracy
Left alone and without substance
Beings in a world of nothingness
Where jealousy resides
Hiding behind their false facades
They play a game of sorts
Struggling always, against the other
Forming alliances to suit their needs
All consumed in selfish efforts
Waiting for a lowered guard
Never to assault with frontal attack
Making their plays from within the shadows
Cast in a theatre of conspiracy
Left alone and without substance
Beings in a world of nothingness
Where jealousy resides
Finally
From within a place, which is so near.
Sounds a note of recognition
Confirms that doubt's no longer there
An understanding of intuition
Within but only, on the surface
Knowledge seen before, just barely
Burns now with heat, as from a furnace
Revealing secrets to me clearly
Sounds a note of recognition
Confirms that doubt's no longer there
An understanding of intuition
Within but only, on the surface
Knowledge seen before, just barely
Burns now with heat, as from a furnace
Revealing secrets to me clearly
Bedside Lamp
I switched on the lamp,
beside the bed
Recalled a memory of You.
Just as easy it seems,
to switch off the lamp
and forget.
Why should the light,
remind Me of You..
When in its absence,
You did not exist.
beside the bed
Recalled a memory of You.
Just as easy it seems,
to switch off the lamp
and forget.
Why should the light,
remind Me of You..
When in its absence,
You did not exist.
Open
Thoughts shared from a different perspective,
are always beneficial to communication,
when You are truly open to hearing.
are always beneficial to communication,
when You are truly open to hearing.
sought after
From drops of gold
of which is spun
A web of love
to trap those willing
Unaware of magic silks
Betrayed by eyes
that cannot see
Captured in enchanted bonds
of which you longed for secretly
Yet at first you struggle
without much hope
Knowing well
you've sealed your fate
Now with acceptance
and feelings true
Your life
You give away
Music plays
the tune you know
Content..
You give a sigh
Embraced..
a kiss
You then receive
That ends the dance
without encore
Of spider and the fly
of which is spun
A web of love
to trap those willing
Unaware of magic silks
Betrayed by eyes
that cannot see
Captured in enchanted bonds
of which you longed for secretly
Yet at first you struggle
without much hope
Knowing well
you've sealed your fate
Now with acceptance
and feelings true
Your life
You give away
Music plays
the tune you know
Content..
You give a sigh
Embraced..
a kiss
You then receive
That ends the dance
without encore
Of spider and the fly
DAMAGE
Often as I sit alone,
in this world of stone & steel.
Breathing in the toxic air
& choking fumes, my sight reveals
I ponder on a tragic thought
of how our kind behaves...
We take what's good for us
we think..
Delve deep our mines & drills
No longer killing to survive..
Making wounds we cannot heal
in this world of stone & steel.
Breathing in the toxic air
& choking fumes, my sight reveals
I ponder on a tragic thought
of how our kind behaves...
We take what's good for us
we think..
Delve deep our mines & drills
No longer killing to survive..
Making wounds we cannot heal
for her
Embrace my thoughts
my dreams of You
This you must now know...
When your voice is the wind
Your laughter a crystal shower
And your smile is the sun, rising on another day.
I think of You
enduring time
No thoughts of another
on my mind
my dreams of You
This you must now know...
When your voice is the wind
Your laughter a crystal shower
And your smile is the sun, rising on another day.
I think of You
enduring time
No thoughts of another
on my mind
Immortal Spirit
I die in dreams.
Falling from above, or bellow
Always falling...
Spinning in circles
I plummet down , an endless turning
Always down...
A cavern of enormous size
Of measureless depth
Cold walls of stone
Cannot I rise...
The journey ends
a final jolt.
Upon the floor, I'm laying still.
My soul I send...
I reach within my spirits' vessel
no broken parts can find.
Surprised but not, at the outcome
Belief has saved me still
Falling from above, or bellow
Always falling...
Spinning in circles
I plummet down , an endless turning
Always down...
A cavern of enormous size
Of measureless depth
Cold walls of stone
Cannot I rise...
The journey ends
a final jolt.
Upon the floor, I'm laying still.
My soul I send...
I reach within my spirits' vessel
no broken parts can find.
Surprised but not, at the outcome
Belief has saved me still
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