Posted in life

Where are you from?

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.”
― R. Buckminster Fuller

I’m from the crash site of a fallen star,
from the dust of earthen scars…

I’m from a city near the mountains of the moon,
blood stained lands,
dry monsoons,
from mosquito habitats and drenching rains
from wild vistas
and dusty plains…

I’m from the memory of invisibility,
wide-eyed wonder,
I’m from shyness, born out of shame,
freckled faced
hair of flame…

I’m from the dance
of faded dreams,
from the bravery of life’s extremes,
I’m from the sorrow that lies in the bones
from lost tribes
searching for home….

I’m from the resonance of singing chimes,
called beloved
by the lords of time…

I’m the flower-child of fragrant beds,
barefoot meadows
and mystical threads….

I’m from visions beyond the known,
encircled in light,
never alone…
I’m from the love of Jah’s breath,
not believing the sting of death…

I’m from the kindness of human touch,
from broken hearts
where love is enough…

I’m from the loneliness
of feeling out of place,
from constellations built on grace…

I’m from rivers of copious tears,
kept in jars for a zillion years,
from gatherings of bereaved souls,
trying to be whole…

I’m from the song of birds at dawn,
at first light
I am reborn…
I’m from the homage of tall trees
and the worship of honey bees…

I’m from the celebration of all that is,
the ambience of the Creator’s kiss…

I’m from nowhere and everywhere,
perhaps I came here unprepared?


Posted in dance

Secret Gardens…

“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey

When we were in Cape Town, we stayed opposite a house where friends used to live. It had been sold, and was left almost derelict. As I peeked through the fence it brought back a flood of memories…

A grand old lady,
she once stood tall,
with the echo of laughter
within her walls…
garden parties
and peach champagne,
children dancing

soirees in the afternoons
Shania Twain
made us swoon…
and we sang the songs
of yesteryear,
drenched by halcyon atmospheres…

days that seemed so simple
and nights filled
with stars,
now we ponder our reflections,
and recall
who we are…

magical creatures
attracted to light,
sojourners of these lands,
and worshipers
of a great expanse…

though overgrown
with weeds,
she’d seen
better days,
her light still emanates
and her grounds
remember praise…

Let’s reimagine favor
and reappoint cheer,
live as if it’s heaven on earth,
and hold each moment dear…

our beings are built for motion,
and we must comply,
as we live inside the changes
like strange butterflies…


Posted in Magical

We learned how to fly…

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
― Aldous Huxley , Island

I made a vow to go down paths
where magic lights the way,
to stop and smell the flowers,
whether my mood be bright or grey…

to feel the glow of human breath
and touch diaphanous skies,
to walk lightly my darling,
to look into your eyes,
to wonder how you got so lovely
as you quietly grew,
we wished upon the magic
in whatever we’d been through…

and when our wings took shape
we learned how to fly,
we never needed a pardon
not even when we died…

just to float on seas of cosmic jewels
and count the crystal stars,
to bring what really matters
and appreciate who we are…

to forget the baggage that weighed us down,
we left it at the gate,
to speak in the tongues of all humankind
as we contemplate…

the stillness of the mornings,
the air in the afternoons,
the radiance of the setting sun,
and the rising of the moon…

from swamps of waterlilies
we grew out of the mud
and from this suffocation,
we knew we’d had enough…

but lightly my darling let’s fly back to the sun,
be adorned by the angels
and with light become one….


Posted in Quotes

Lightly child, lightly…

This piece by Aldous Huxley, from his book “Island” really made me think…

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.
I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self-conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.
So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.”

Posted in Love


“We are made for loving. If we don’t love, we will be like plants without water.”
― Desmond Tutu

Let’s splatter the lands
with the color of love,
paint them with peace
as we rise above
the blemish
of an imperialist tomb,
scrub out the stains, and scatter the gloom…

look to horizons
of an awakened earth,
sing out our anthems
until we are heard…

stand for the oppressed
until they are free,
and reimagine nations in unity…