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Creation's 
Calling

There's a magic in the air that we breathe. 
There;s a song in the sound of the seed
There’s a strength in the resilience of a weed
and theres abundance in the world for all to feed


And It is here and now 
 for an eternity of timelessness
that we create our world in every instance.
This is no accident. Existence is nothing but precise. 
Spirit soars through each and every expression of life. 


things are not what they seem… 
tis time to reach beyond illusion 
Recognise the Great solution
learn from the wisdom of the strangler fig
and bond in our indigenous roots
we are all original. no one put us here. 
this human amnesia is born from fear
And we are missing the point of creation...


Now. 


look deeply into your neighbours eyes
it doesn’t take much to recognise
the essence of spirit that flies through you
and in every thing that lives its true. 


And truer still, the earth will spin
and humanities may continue to wage war on kin
and the news will stir negativity
so that we may forget that we are actually free
fear not, for she is stronger than we
and has patience and grace beyond complicity
She need not fight for she is pure might
and will instate peace again
when she is ready. 


Now is the time to dive deep into your heart
Ask the questions that matter
and express your message through your art
feel the power that brews 
from a life of integrity
For life goes on after death and endlessly 


consciousness is boundless and there is no norm
and we are all born to let go and made to transform
We need not hold on, for we are made of the light
and this experience is a precious opportunity for sight
for touch and taste and sound and smell, 
letting go of what we know
is the way to break the spell
Science is like magic
for all that space in between
is full of vibration and thoughts of things ‘unseen’ 


More important than the doings
are the intentions behind our actions
there are other ways to understand 
this flow of earthly transactions
for the logic that we live by 
says existence is a straight line
but we live inside a circle
beginning and ending at the same time


So when you you feel like you are empty and have nothing left to give
go out and be of service 
hold your hands out like a sieve 
and sift through your emotions
until you find what can’t be defined
for it is then we will discover 
that we can’t live without the other
and that all things of this world 
are quite simply intertwined. 


So my brother and my sisters
the rainbow people of this earth
Wash your hands of what has been
Because THIS is our rebirth

Before
​Curtains
Close

It is convenient to harden
and desensitise
This is easy.
but emotions flow through us
as vital as blood
unreleased they can poison
our bodies and spirits.
Indeed they are the keys
to experiencing the magnitude
of what it means
to be a human life
What are you so afraid of?
That tears might fall?
That voices might crack?
That you might break?
Be not afraid, dear
for it is IN the breaking
that we become whole
It is IN the tears
that we wash away our sorrow
and transform darkness into joy
and it is through the passionate vibrance of rage
that truth may find its way into our hearts
be not afraid of the rush that you feel
it is your humanity pulsing through your veins
be not afraid of the tightness in your throat
it is your body
trying to squeeze out
the sounds of sadness
so that lips may curl into smiles
May you feel the gift and the magnitude of who you be.
Gloriously flawed, real and ALIVE
so that your life may be lived
before this shows
​curtains close.

Life's rounds

Round and round we go
Not always merry - sometime melancholy rounds of ups and downs
like a snake that eats her own tail
whilst slinking through the whole range of unexpected changes in the maze
Of inherent and inevitable golden spirals leading into oblivion.


Lessons learnt and learnt again
Deeply grooved rounds of healed wounds that bulge with significance
For the magnificence of life's
Medicine, bitter taste and all
Lingers like a nostalgic memory
Tainted with the sweet scent of repetition - we have been here before.


Reflection and retrospection
Resonances Born from the core
Of pains once created
Young and understated
That fester under the guise
Of maturity and actualisation
Brought to the surface
Again and again
as an act of mercy and grace
To shed the masks that hide our face
Painted with colours of implanted dreams, come clean; we Stumble, purge, and awaken for another day.


Another round of life's turnings wrung n spun dry, flapping in the  wind while Choice whistles a merry tune alongside the endless hum of uncertainty
So we shoot the arrow
Where we choose to feel
Storytelling through the act of remembering and recreating reality so that hardships shine as bright lessons
Transmuted into twisted wisdoms
Translations of spirit in physical dimensions
Embracing the space in between
For the answers unseen
Guide us Infinitely
Up winding Staircases to tranquility
Circular breathing leading into
A moment of          pause -


Projections of lessons learnt
And learnt again
Becoming transparent as they
Transpire into a carnivale of change,
birthing new ways and new days
Of ups and downs
Of round and rounds on life’s  meloncholic merry go round.