On Wings of Fire
on wings of fire
I fly
to love again, aspire
Tags: Love, my poems, poetry, transformation, wings
In the dreams and visions they evoke
In the taste of them on my tongue
I tingle as they brush across my lips
Tremble as they form in my chest
A rumble larger than myself
While they wind a path through my mind
Illuminating this sensation, and that emotion
Recording all the world so that no moment must die
But these are only words
And for all they do for me
I would rather hold your gaze
Breathe you in
Feel your breath as you speak to me
In a lovers nonsense no words can convey
Enveloped in you, I am eternal, unbounded
Often, even a prolonged search appears fruitless
But look among the discards
For the unsought fruit
So often sweeter, more fulfilling
Than the one intended.
Seeking is an act of desire,
Discovery, an act of vision.
Disentangled from objectives,
Seeking always bears fruit.
Walkabout My Country
John Weeronga Bartoo
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No matter the beauty perceived in your appearance,
know that the loveliest aspect of you
is found in your heart,
your spirit.
Some say these beauties cannot be seen,
cannot be photographed or painted,
but you wear this beauty on your physical being
the way a diaphonous veil drapes from a rounded breast,
clings along a curving hip,
layering one delightful texture on another,
so that the beauty of one
accents the other.
If you feel hatred, feel the anger that powers it.
If you feel anger, feel the fear that motivates it.
If you feel fear, feel the pain that underlies it.
If you feel pain, heal the part of you that feels it.
Pain is the crucible in which all suffering is smelted
Extinguish the fires that bring pain to boil
And the alloys of suffering cannot form
These fires are always internal
External factors may stoke them
But the fuel is always within
Tags: anger, fear, hatred, healing, my poems, pain, poetry, suffering
When I choose to live in my fear, my anger, my hate
I see the world through eyes that fear
I hear the song of anger in every note
I taste hatred as if all sustenance were the bitterest root
In my mind
I place the world of power, control and duplicity
Above the world of beauty, compassion and love
So that all that is wrong exists in the world outside me
And the only course of correction, an expression of violence
It is not my fault
It is not my responsibility
It becomes right that I fear
That I am angry
That I hate
Then I am truly mired in my own pain, in my own suffering
From which even a utopia could not rescue me
For I could never perceive one
And would soon enough destroy it
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It is through our perception of this realm of manifestation
And our will to reason about all we perceive
That we learn to believe in opposites.
Beauty & Ugliness
Love & Hatred
Good & Evil
Only words.
Only names for the unnameable.
The concepts they speak of,
Only manifestations of the eternally real.
By believing these words speak the final truth
We make their manifestations real.
We come to believe we are on thing, or another.
We come to believe we are separate.
We become prone to loneliness, fear, anger, hatred, violence.
But All are one
And One in all
No soul is ever alone.
But a manifestation knows loneliness
When it disconnects from its own soul,
Which is One & All.
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It has been said:
There’s always a little truth behind every “Just kidding”;
A little knowledge behind every: “I don’t know”;
A little emotion behind every: “I don’t care” and
A little pain behind every “It’s okay.”
This is true. Often, there is rather a lot. But it’s also true that,
There is always a little love in every smile;
A little compassion in every touch;
A little beauty in every being, and
A little courage in every moment.
And, often, there is rather a lot.
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We are always changing,
But only to become ourselves.
What we leave behind was not ours.
What we carry forward is,
if only for the moment.
Sometimes a backward glance clarifies
what was,
what remains,
what will be.
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