To follow it in chronological order, begin with Glenn.
Be Silent ~ Be True ~ Just Be Vestiges of a manifest self, Long forgotten, Writes words Better left Unsaid. Some truths are better left untold, Or risk obscuring the true That cannot be told. True is an act of being Not telling. So I remind the vestigial self, ”Be silent.” Be silent Be true [...]
Be Mindful Be mindful of what you think; your thoughts will be spoken. Be mindful of what you speak; your words become action. Be mindful of what you do; your deeds reveal your character. Be mindful of who you are and discover the fate you have created. ~ paraphrased from a lesson learned. Had I [...]
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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The transformative moment for any loss comes when we realise we’ve moved from grieving for what we no longer have to reliving the joy we experienced when we had it. This is the bitter-sweet moment in the transformation from bitter to sweet. And while tears will flow either side of this moment, their character is [...]
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.
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