Responsibility


The morning sun hides behind its trees.
The wind weaves with green and leaves,
a soft speckled light that avoids all sense
to root in deeper place of inner mind.

Where animus and anima have no need to know,
for this kind of knowing is just, a softer glow
suffusing everything that’s bright and right.
Human consciousness the only seer here,
the only thinker of what’s close at hand,
diffusing gods, God, nature and her bite

What responsibility to all living things
is humanity’s knowledge, will, power, plight?

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My Lover

earth my otherAfter all this time I’ve come to terms
With hours, with life, with challenge, daily,
with my other
Eye to eye, I’ll look, with any or another
And feel secure to have, to hold, as equal
as my sister or my brother
I’ve learned to give and take and not to count
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAin values too distant from our mother,
Earth, I’ve earned your riches but can not discount
The other’s right to share you as my lover

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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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Stick Around

birds fly

Nature wants us to stick and stay around.
And ‘us’ means all that is not chaos.
Thinking about and breaking this bond
Is an emergent property of mind.

Each organism and orgasm has a digit in the pie.
The game atop just carrot, stick and style.
Ours is but to be there for others, then die.
Nevertheless, you mask your tears and smile.

© SoundFlyer