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 thewind 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 ofpause -
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’smeloncholic merry go round.