Poetry

I am the sole light of conciousness in a dark unconcious world Centred in the awareness of past, present and future Reality building upon reality Longing for the stillness of darkness, the peace of calm Admiring the bridge between today and tomorrow Embracing the lifeforce of the river flow below

As the wave of the ocean crashes, it flows as one, as one body, as one River the essence of life the flow of energy

Gone are the days of old The days of a meaningless existence The days of a single soul The days of carelessness The days of technological distraction. A new life born, a tiny bundle 1 became 2, 2 became 3 Intertwined, connected Intent on healing, living, experiencing, helping A bond so strong, an...

Like the leaf falling from the tree, we all want to get high and fly Drift away weightless, motionless To the leaf we look, but for what? An alternate state to embrace what we feel we need? Can we not get there from the ground? The Earth is where we chose to be, why do…

Yesterday too soon, tomorrow too far Patience - The virtue that you seek Lessons to be learnt, questions to be answered Movement within to the rhythm of nature Life blossoming, love growing Nurture - The home that you provide Excitement, frustration Pain, pleasure Courage and strength encompass y...

Hear her whispers in the wind of a time forgotten See her tears in the rain of what has become Sense her fear in unprecedented weather Feel her anger in a hurricane of fury Bathe in the pools of her sadness Bask in the warmth of her sun Mourn in the shadow of her moon…

Life. Moving so fast, yet so slow. The suns rays beaming, the earths heart beating. The wind sweeping away the remains of yesterday. The clouds symbolising my confusion. Tornados in my mind, destruction eminent Passing days, crahing waves When will the wind sweep away the yesterdays When will tim...

Tell me why. Tell me why we create our homes thousands of feet above ground. Tell me why we create underground travel and destroy the natural balance of nature. Tell me why people are killed for speaking of honesty and ideals, but people are praised and promoted for pushing devastating agendas. T...

What is this thing called feeling? How is it experienced? Why can I not feel? How do I experience it? Is it experienced through a tear? Warm in its creation, cold in its short lived delivery? Is it the rising tide and rumbling quake, quietly pulsating through my soul screaming to escape this vess...