sun

Haiku is pointless
Unless it’s the finest tip
Of ancient wisdom

Know the history, the art
Let it well up from the spring

pointless star

Only connection counts
There’s an infinite amount
But the secret is knowing  where
Where is the fine complexity of air

It’s everywhere that which is joined and is linked
Inside outside and the thing itself

People are so interesting
Self and selfless
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Genii, help!

This Henley poem below inspired me to be more master of my own fate years ago.
I’m trying to get a little hub going to encourage people struggling and in recovery
to write, blog, use social media – to express their creativity, generally.

Initially, there’s a private Facebook Group, Touched by Fire,  to collect a few people
who know these worlds and would like to discuss their possibilities…

Would love to hear from anyone who could help, get the thing up and writing.
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Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

By William Ernest Henley

To Blog or not?

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…the memories, the experiences,
just started welling up and out of me,
even through organs that should be incoming only,
through the pores; everywhere – just had to capture a few,
anchor them in some way,
otherwise they’d be at the far reaches of the universe
before their worth could be known

To be, to blog, to catch in the web
seizing moments before they get scarce
aye, there’s the rub,

To recollect in tranquillity,
To reap the reward of a life of travail
on our gorgeous globe where all’s One,

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(with apologies to Shakespeare, Wordsworth and people who count syllables)

Feist

bird-wall

Out of the solid body came the word
Winging its way, winging its way to where
Out of our past came a reptilian bird
Where are they headed and what can they say
From what to enter the wide wider world
Come a love and its spermatozoa
What do we see in the sun, moon and star
To capture the heart and carry it onward

Love
At the pace of a tortoise and hare
At the solid body, into the solid body
Comes love

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Affinities

affinities

I have an affinity for strugglers, fighters,
I realise,
those who have taken it on and come through
You don’t need the small talk, the likes, the commentary
You feel it when you look in their eyes, empathy
It’s what Namaste taught me, I think,
How to get straight to the point, legacy
All the things we have shared to get us here.

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