Freedom, joy?

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Daily, I struggle in this world of narcissists and the ignorant. I am not perfect, no where near such. But it would be an absolute pleasure to hear realism expressed. When I ask you: ‘How are you doing?’ and you say; ‘yeah, I’m good”. When what you really mean is: ‘I really don’t know, things are pretty rough right now’. We are all living in some kind of fantasy… every day is exactly the same the same when we are are in reality seeking something else. But we keep behaving the same way, pushing our fear down enough to exist but not enough to become more than we are.

Trauma.

It owns us.

Freedom is not simple.

Challenge the gods within yourself and choose to believe…

but, is everything around you exactly as it seems?

Is who you see in your reflection too hard to see…

That is where we start.

Looking in the eyes we see daily.

Loving them, no matter what.

No matter what.

Love them, no matter what.

No matter what,

love them…

an example of joy in life

Words errant

image courtesy of Michel-Lag-Chavarria

Ear parcel: Gods gonna cut you down

 

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Beyond Familiar

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Burst mundane numbness
With wild stirring of essence
Focus eyes beyond familiar
Question with burning desire
Forget that you know and know

‘Generally, the familiar, precisely because it is familiar, is not known’
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (translation John O’Donohue)

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Triptych

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Found purchase on earth

Celebrate the life given

Light seed, prism orb

 

Delicate balance

Precious gift of grace and strength

Honour to know you

 

Breathe, walk, live the way

Knowledge differs from knowing

Altar of living

 

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Plush

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Precipice beckons

I waver before darkened fall

ill fitting skin irritates

senses attuned

oppressive menace lurks beneath knowing

compelling care within each gesture

senses alert

bells of warning toll

the day is long

arduous

nerves frayed

soft speech offers comfort

knowing revokes force of obscurity

I am immersed

suspended within your perception

sheer physicality

force of presence overcomes tender hooks

calmed

I fall to my knees

your beauty makes me weep

 

 

Words errant satiety image from here

 

 

 

 

To Sing

My veins rumble with the songs of my ancestors. My clan, long known as the secret keepers, those with the long memory to recall the true stories and the lineages of all men were always close to those who ruled and those who communed with the gods. As time passed they became artists and writers, historians and keepers of the faith. I can see clearly in my mind the image of a great hall, one of my ancestors standing next to a great Chieftain introducing each who enter the hall for celebration with their lineage and the defining moments of both their clan and individual lives. The long memory that stretches across time within the blood, stirring and wakening me to the song I was born to sing.

All the Hemispheres

Kyle Thompson

All the hemispheres

 

Leave the familiar for a while.

 

Let your senses and bodies stretch out
 

Like a welcomed season
 
Onto the meadow and shores and hills.

 
Open up to the Roof.
 
Make a new watermark on your excitement
 
And love.
 

Like a blooming night flower,
 
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
 
And giving
 
Upon our intimate assembly.
 

Change rooms in your mind for a day.
 

All the hemispheres in existence
 
Lie beside an equator
 
In your heart.
 

Greet Yourself
 
In your thousand other forms
 
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
 
Back home.
 

All the hemispheres in heaven
 
Are sitting around a fire
 
Chatting
 

While stitching themselves together
 
Into the Great Circle inside of
 
You.

 

Hafez (1325–1390)

Khwāja Shamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī

 

Image Kyle Thompson and Nicolas Scarpinato