To follow it in chronological order, begin with Glenn.
Staci’s poem, Be Silent ~ Be True ~ Just Be put this song into my head, where it stuck, begging a journey to YouTube while fiddling with internet tasks. In a long list of renditions there, this recording stood out. It’s quieter than the original studio recording, purer, with just the two voices and Paul [...]
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What Sarah McLachlan sings about in Good Enough, with such an achingly sorrowful voice, is an all-too common story. We often learn as children to understand that we’re not good enough, that we should be happy with whatever expressions we can find that seem to express love. Perhaps we learn it through the emotional or [...]
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Traces of Me I fire arrows into the night Never knowing if they strike their mark Until the light of morning When they cannot be found Still, I do not know Traces of me lay hidden In the darkness that is you
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A few friends of mine and I were having a rough go of it. Love, work, friends and family — circumstances — all these and more seemed to be making every effort to diminish us. The wisdom of loving brilliance When your wisdom is lost on the fool, Do not become one to ease his [...]
This poem began with just the first line and the idea that being a spiritual being comes down to ‘bridging the gaps’ between body, mind and soul. As three became one, One grew into a paean to the ongoing global spiritual awakening.
A note about these poems… I don’t so much write poems as tease the words out of a notion. A poem may begin with a couplet or no more than a few words and partial lines, but I sense a fuller form and know this form’s intention is a poem. Often, I’ll churn the kernel [...]
There’s a beauty that never fades, endures all time There’s a divinity that pervades all beings, all things There’s a grace that characterises all movement, all art That divine, beautiful grace . . . . . . is Love.
Glad you understood and appreciate The Butterfly , Peter. I found this today on the 11:11 site, perhaps its timing is as pertinent THE PATH OF EMERGENCY If we continue walking on the crumbling road of duality, we will experience a continual state of emergency. If we are still working at a job we hate, [...]
A rumination on Steely Dan’s "Green Book". (Lyrics ) A fantasy — the Green Book — a tome of loves had, and loves lost, and loves never known — and from them a conglomerate, a creation of iconic love, Marilyn 4.0…a vision of nostalgia that never was, before him, there, all Kiss Me Deadly. My [...]
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