Tag Archives: reflection

Karmic Ruin

Mothers beware
Your maternal sins
Bide their time
As sons grow into men
The role of dutiful son;
the singular fatherly inheritance
His masculinity a life long performance
Of karmic violence
Without mirrors
There can be no reflection
No understanding
No compassion
Bitterness unleashed
On the old frail woman
Bewildered and hurt
Unable to challenge or run
She can only sit and absorb
The volcanic eruption
He cannot see
Ageing insists
The woman before him
Be understood differently
Without memories
She is not the same
Each sunrise is new
What happened in the past
Is the past
To understand this
Is to let go of the ruin
And forgive


Call of the Curlew

Call of the Curlew
In the still of night
A lingering sound of longing
Floats through the air
Haunting my own emptiness


I demand attention
Am imposing and assertive
I will not be quiet
Or accept second place
I am ego
i don't need to be capitalised;
given an over inflated false value
i see myself as many
different but the same
i am small, human and genuine.

A Gift

Bury the sublime
The unparalleled emotion
Of soaring freedom
All but ephemeral
In its addictive sweetness
Bury it deep
So as not to dwell
On what is no longer
Where it can be kept safe
Indebted to the universe
Our paths crossed
I can savour the all consuming joy
In a heartbeat
The connection never ceases
I soar in the sublime.

In The Quiet

Is it age?
Or is it environment?
Perhaps both
Ground together by living
The nothingness manifests
In the quiet
The solitude
Taking over
Breathing melancholy
Into the space I inhabit
Within and without
It wears heavy
Greying perception
Yet it is oddly not unwelcome
Or feared
To its dysphoric presence
In the quiet
The solitude

Fool for Love

Words of promised affection
Hoping the sentiment
Will be eaten to feed another's
Who is the fool?
Disingenuous words veil a want
An addiction to praise
To sympathy
A gluttonous ego
Nothing more than a scavenger of love
Preying on a perception of weak
They are clear and the agenda
Someone I now, used to know


The way you think
For yourself
Of the bullshit
Absence of justice
Raising your voice
In opposition
Spreading the word
Keeping it alive
Not giving up and
Seeing past
Whenever and however
You can
When you bring about
Change of consciousness
You are the revolution

The River

Dawn has broken
and the river wakes
mist hovers above the water as if sleepily exhaling
the peaceful force of the incoming tide
pushes the night further and further away from view
a whisper of a crisp air
spreads a  light blush of pink across my face
I breath in the moment
hearing the sound of water gently rolling
the warmth of the morning sun dancing across the river
my senses never more alive
I commit to memory the feeling
of complete freedom
void of human expectations
money could never buy
no factory could ever produce
the feeling of being part of a universal whole
the sensory connection with
air, water, land and sun
this is living.


That Moment

That  moment
the truth is known
the hurt cannot find expression
in words or tears
filling my being
the hurt leaches out of my pores
dismissed, disposed, discarded
the words scaring my body in self harm
but there is no relief 
only more pain
I came with open heart and gratitude
not seeing their masks
I brought the beans
I left unknowing I never existed
I have little in common with these people
so why should I care?
          because they’re family



clock ticking
rain dripping
birds nestled under the leaves
calling to one another
I’m here, I’m safe
wet lush and green
the rain nourishes and heals
subtly commanding reverence
movement and mood naturally adjusts
why do we keep insisting
we have the power



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