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DRAWN IN WORDS

January 13th, 2022

13/1/2022

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The Day Cries
The day cries tears of endless rain
And sings a sad song
As we go through the motions of the working day.


The day tries, as the remembered highs and lows
Map a broader picture
To shine on a dim light.


The day dies to the old ways
To find the gold in the earth.
The mud and the mire will reveal more
As Gaia grows her cloth.


The day sighs and breathes a deeper breath.
I breath the song.
We sing in the unknown choir,
Together and alone,
Eternal power.


And the day flies
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THE WAY

13/1/2022

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The Way
Along the way
And by the way
And in the way
We make our way.
The way is rough
The way is smooth
And wide
And tight
And undulates with life.
The way is long
And art is long
The way is short
And taught
And strong.
We find the way
By the way
And give away a lot.
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Turning Points

20/12/2021

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​The Turning Point
There are so many turning points along the path of life and each meandering way is unique.
There are events that change us and yet there is some constant self like the renewal of our cells, everyday, throughout our lives, and yet we still grow old.  Perhaps the constant is the seed self or the soul of truth within us that is born with our body and left behind in what we have produced.

Turning points often happen after some trauma; some event that is more than a challenge which forces a decision on us.
We make that decision, turn from the trauma and, quite often in the normal run of life, never look back.
The forced or imposed turning point is often the right way and we wouldn’t want to go back to where we were before.
We are moved on in life once there has been acceptance.

We have been to so many turning points.
The child, where most things are provided for the growth of an infant in a well adjusted family;
The teenager,. That stage in life that is culturally, forced, holding back from fulfilling capabilities while we learn, change, metamorphose and search for the elements in the life outside of us and the family that will help us find our potential.
This brings angst for there are always conflicts.

Then young adulthood when the flourishing starts to blossom.  Our lives expand.  We live in a big world.

We meet difficult people, they create turning points.  We encounter difficult events and hard to come to terms with episodes.  If truth is our guide, we find our way or we just get through.

In the later stage in life, the turning point can be a refining process.  We have done our experimenting.  We have gathered so many T-shirts.  We have developed the character.  We don’t want to waste effort on the adventures of youth.  So we turn again to focus, to really fulfil for all too quickly our world becomes smaller.
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The Day Cries

20/12/2021

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The Day Cries
The day cries tears of endless rain
And sings a sad song
As we go through the motions of the working day.


The day tries, as the remembered highs and lows
Map a broader picture
To shine on a dim light.


The day dies to the old ways
To find the gold in the earth.
The mud and the mire will reveal more
As Gaia grows her cloth.


The day sighs and breathes a deeper breath.
I breath the song.
We sing in the unknown choir,
Severally and individually,
We have the power eternal


And the day flies
Into the bloom of future hope.
The influences will not stop the flying.


Dec 21
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The Trinket Factory

20/12/2021

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​The Trinket Factory Will Make us Burn
(The turning points that have brought us to the tipping point)


When kings and emperors were divine
The people couldn’t speak
When the literate spilled their skills
The water of the alphabet flowed into minds
And the dormant awakened and grew.


When portraits became an individual
The imagination spawned many lines of descent
And the strip lynchets were stolen;
The common holiness of the people was made redundant
And the emperor wore no clothes and took a biased share.


When we became remote from the source
And the belief system of money for money’s sake
And the velocity of the turning to yet turn again and again
Turned and spun.
Then the spinning tipped.


The people shout at the deaf divinity of the kings and emperors
Who wear no clothes in the centre of their trinket factory.
The earth will rage and burn.
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Letter Writing

19/1/2021

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Letter Writing

It is personal.
It is not remote.
It is thoughtful.
It is intimate and no one else sees it.
It is not on loudspeaker.
It does not want to be read aloud.
It is not for the world now,
But it is for history.
It is a richer, outward expression
And the handwriting is unique.
It is inimitable.
It is thought out, a précis composed, corrected.
It cannot be repeated.
It is of a bigger moment than this moment.
It has a a history and a future.
​It does not go puff in a cloud.

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The Hidden Guidance of Truth

14/1/2021

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The hidden guidance of truth;
The future focus from the present.
I want to know what is meant to be;
That something deep inside that knows,
Like body knowledge
Or something that bypasses the stuff
​To reveal the hidden guidance of truth.
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The Hue of Nuances

14/1/2021

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Mother's Scarlet Hue
Here, the colours are my mother painting at Land's End
And there, in the turbulence of some distant landscape in life
Is the chance in life that we never saw
And here, there is the colour of life, the splash splash of accents,
The hue of nuances.
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We Are the Boat

14/1/2021

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We are the boat,
The ship of fools.
We navigate the unknown
And the conversation has changed
To a new place.
It was an old place of extinction:
Extinguished but burning.

We are the boat,
The ship of fools sailing
And the way is obvious
To the wisdom of the foolish,
A conflict for the pwoerful
​And I care more.
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A Sijo

14/1/2021

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​A Sijo for Christmas food .
(Blessing for the meal in the manner of a Celtic blessing)

​Take now the gift of food and drink to gently eat your fill.

Think softly in your heart of precious moments past and present.
Give out to feed with quietude, your presence, replete, content.
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