The water-colour sky

Through the windscreen
the sky looks
like a water-colour
azure seeping into cerulean
grey smudging into nothing

trees silhouetted
like sky-gazing spectators

streetlights sweeping by
like light-sabred sentinels
bravely fending off the night

I struggle
to keep my eyes on the road
the spectacle above
so tantalising
so simple
so compelling

I wonder if night sprites
are contriving to carry me off
to their dusky realm

the realm of mystery
the universe of wonder
the magical world
that lies all around us
right under our eyes

if only we would look

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I create myself

I create myself

Every thought I think, every feeling I indulge in, every action I take contributes to making me who I am. In that sense, I am my own creation. Once we realise that, we can take responsibility for who we are and take action towards becoming who we want to be.

 

I create myself

Home – haiku

our floating first home
close to heart-beat pumping love
our mother’s warm womb

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earnest and zestful
I prepared your homecoming
but your coffin came

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fragile miracle
carrying us from womb to grave
this body our home

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yet freedom at last
unanchored and unfettered
my spirit wings home

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The alchemy of sound

On this dark night
as the scythe of the moon
cuts across
the star-canopied night
I sit and listen to poetry
yes, listen to, not read
as words crackle
and sizzle
off the tongues of poets
landing spark-streaked
on my heart
setting  on fire
the heaviness of ignorance
and grief
setting me free
to exult
to love

I wonder about
the power of language
the strange alchemy
that sound works
to transform
and how we are all
looking for one thing only
to find ourselves
now matter how many ways
we find
to delude ourselves
and how sound
can sometimes
show us the way
no matter if it is
the sound of a heartbeat
the buzz of bee’s wings
the sing-song of water
or the magnificent
arching curve of music
yes, sound can surely
take us into the silence
where all answers lie
where all paths lead to

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