Sunday 6 October 2024

October

When You Are Old

William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;


How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;


And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Saturday 17 August 2024

Summer low

 


...

Oh, no

The summer low is here, again

Like the tide of the sea

Take my breath and my pain

Reach for a shooting star

The once upon me

Long time, so far

Low, down, falling with a crash

Swallen body, in flamed and sore

Low in self esteem, low cash

Books and blogs, Spotify playlist galore

Just trying to soothe and ride the wave

'Cause this heat is crushing me down

Not like hot girls in bikini, going around town

All I want to do is  hide in my cave

This is my August mood, my summer low

It's a thing, S.A.D, don't you know

...


(Read in rap style)

Friday 21 June 2024

Summer high

 High, rising fire, 

Burning anger, rage,

Like an electric wire

Light up my sage

Smudge stick' s smoke

Turmoil, like a volcano erupting

Inside fumes I choke

LIver, heart and spleen stagnating

Kidney energy, dragging me

down to the no flow, no go;

Now, feeling low

and yet, we are in the summer high

Bless the sun, returning light

Shine at this wonderful solstice

Hear my chants and prayers

Invoking the pure light divine

Oh, sisters, brothers, oh let the sun shine

Oh Sun shine, oh Sun

Bring peace to restless -ness

The wolrd's ever lasting conflicts

Shine the golden light to us

Lift the shadow, this broken humanity

Sun King, oh mighty, remind us of

Love, beauty and Joy

and have pity,

and give me hope

give us hope 

Om Shanti

Shalom

Om



Sunday 26 May 2024

Bright and beautiful

 

Bright and beautiful, lovely and bright

Sunny times, warmth and more

Flowers grow, nature's abundance

This season of blood and war

No reason to take a stance

Believe, only wish, one wish for

This contentious issue, now

How many times, this is a chance: but how

To cease, is not and opinion or an ideal

But it is the only way, the human thing

To do, to stop this dreadful ordeal


Summertime, bright and beautiful

Summertime, the living is far from easy

Friday 10 May 2024

Thoughts for myself

 

A Teacher's Thoughts for His (Her) Children

You who descend out of heaven's brightness
Now descend to earthly darkness
Thus through life's resisting forces,
Spirit radiance to unfold
Spirit warmness to enkindle
Spirit forces to call forth -
Be you warmed through by my love
Radiant Thinking
Tranquil Feeling
Healing Willing -
That in Spirit's heights will rooted
And in Earth's foundations working
You may servants of the world become
Spirit illumining
Love evoking
Being strengthening

Rudolf Steiner

Sunday 7 April 2024

HYMN by Marie Howe



HYMN
by Marie Howe

 It began as an almost inaudible hum,

low and long for the solar winds
     and far dim galaxies,

a hymn growing louder, for the moon and the sun,
a song without words for the snow falling,
     for snow conceiving snow

conceiving rain, the rivers rushing without shame,
the hum turning again higher — into a riff of ridges
     peaks hard as consonants,

summits and praise for the rocky faults and crust and crevices
then down down to the roots and rocks and burrows
     the lakes’ skittery surfaces, wells, oceans, breaking

waves, the salt-deep: the warm bodies moving within it:
the cold deep: the deep underneath gleaming: some of us rising
     as the planet turned into dawn, some lying down

as it turned into dark; as each of us rested — another woke, standing
among the cast-off cartons and automobiles;
     we left the factories and stood in the parking lots,

left the subways and stood on sidewalks, in the bright offices,
in the cluttered yards, in the farmed fields,
     in the mud of the shanty towns, breaking into

harmonies we’d not known possible. finding the chords as we
found our true place singing in a million
     million keys the human hymn of praise for every

something else there is and ever was and will be:
     the song growing louder and rising.
          (Listen, I too believed it was a dream.)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4fPqNcovJw