Is the world flat, after all?
Did hubris fit a dimmer switch
On consciousness?
Even ancient rocks are drumming their fingers…
Juli (juxtaposed)
more than fancy
If a butterfly can alter the world with its wings,
what, then, can humans, imagining..?
How does language influence Peace?
How does language influence Peace?
It doesn’t, actually,
neither fully
nor of a piece,
unless you already want it to,
at least…
‘Some days…’
Details
Have consciousness
of the heady mix
of Conscience and Free Will
because the tricks
are in the gap
and fixed
by details
that the heart did fill.
especially in times of dark
Always
but especially in times of dark,
encroaching space,
my hope alights and leans
on an enduring faith
in the human spirit
and the myriad illumined pockets
of kindness and enlightened thought.
They are as the stars in a night sky:
escape the density of beamed artifice
and they are constant; visible.
For the heart sees what it looks for
as much as does the mind’s lensed eye.
Animal Wisdom
The Isha Upanishad says:
“Of a certainty,
the man who can see
all creatures in himself;
himself in all creatures,
knows no sorrow.”
A lesson humans still resist
but so profound a truth is this,
I thought it fit to feature and
thus borrowed it.
May You
May you be bathed in light and love
May you be where you are at home
And not feel lonely if alone.
May you feel warm and dry and full
May you find strength and joy
And take time to enjoy it all.
May you laugh louder and much longer than you row.
May you be blessed with gifts of Beauty’s kindness.
May you know the wealth and health
Of a peace of mind within our Now
And please you, have a very Merry Christmas!
And may the New Year ring in
Your resolve renewed
And may your highest wishes bear
The best of fruit.
May you stride purposefully
Into your future with the strength and confidence
And a trust in your judgement
That brings the courage to rise and face your tests.
May your life be blessed with celebration:
May you feel more Love
See more light,
Hear more truth,
Speak more wisdom
And taste real progress
By your own creation.
Art be the verb
Art be the verb of Life
That births the tracks
That earth the Light
Of Love that is the act
‘Not in my name’
All times, all space reframed
Where Reason rationed
A circular bastion
Of cruel fealty under flags aflame
With heartless passion
Casting darkly fruitful stains
Humanity’s cartographers, a peerless aim
Each grasping claim
Each blasting blame
An art of everlasting shame
Not in my name
Not in my name
Not in my name
Again
Not
In
My
Name
Submitted by Juli
