politics 2
politics is that corrupting wind that blows
the ship of state to ruin
the self-same wind that blows the self-same
ship laden with grain
to far-flung starving shores
a flummoxing wind
of hot air and sudden frenzied lightning strikes
Adventure Culture Spirit Comment
21.1.10
18.1.10
Politics
Just as Tony Blair explains his crimes before the Iraq whitewash sorry enquiry, here's a little poem for politicians everywhere. Bless them all!
POLITICS
There once was this dictator
famed for breaking legs
who said 'but you can't make an omelette
without breaking eggs.'
I cycled over his whole land
from sea to shining sea.
I never saw an omelette,
I think he lied to me.
POLITICS
There once was this dictator
famed for breaking legs
who said 'but you can't make an omelette
without breaking eggs.'
I cycled over his whole land
from sea to shining sea.
I never saw an omelette,
I think he lied to me.
6.1.10
The Necessity of Poetry
The very wonderful Mary Oliver from her also wonderful 'A Poetry Handbook.'
A very joyful new year to all our readers wishing you success, fulfillment and much happiness.
From the heartof balance crew.
1.12.09
Millie Dougan on the wisdom and spirit of the Moon-Blood
That space…
I love being a woman, and strange as it may seem to some of my sisters,
I actually enjoy the ebb and flow of our sacred moon cycle as I like to call it.
Are you with me or do I have to put it more bluntly?
Well okay then, ‘Periods’ I don’t like that word; it doesn’t do it justice,
It doesn’t sing out, life, nature, sacred space, earth, water, moon-blood.
Period just gives you that slot in time, it doesn’t embrace and encapsulate that feeling of
Loss, sorrow, pain, anger, joy, light, and being at one with nature its self.
To me that’s what being a woman is all about, being at one and peace with your cycle,
Embracing that feeling you get every month that makes you feel alive.
Going deep into your self and honouring ‘That Space’.
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THAT SPACE
I’m in that space again. You know the one?
When the Moon rises, big and full
And men run from the sharpened tongue
When the air is so thick you could taste it.
I would rather,
Swim the swirling seas
Find that beacon on the distant shore,
Climb the highest mountain
With just the shirt upon my back.
I would rather,
Turn belly right side out.
Sing the blues and wash the
Blood, so sacred, from my skin.
Be held by the man I love,
And cry into the night.
Stand naked:
Howl at the Moon and her power!
I would rather Run with the wolves,
And find my self again!
26.11.09
'The Valley' Part Three by Tim Carrette
Here's the final part of Tim's wonderful poem. Enjoy!
Love is a beast
of which we all want a piece
It cannot be stolen
It cannot be grasped
For it can slip away so very fast
A stranded ship without a mast
Upon whose waters we all set sail
Love boats are so very frail
Only the ocean stands the test
For it knows the rhythms beyond
worst and best
It knows that ebb and flow
still dance
both sides of this sacred romance
Love lost and found
is just a veil
upon which oceans we set sail
No wonder we live
No wonder we die
No wonder there is you
No wonder for I
No wonder
No wonder
no wonder.
The universe is far stronger
than idle wishes
She weaves
Serenity fabrics
soul to soul
She weaves
heart connections
that take us home
Why then do we persist with idle chatter?
Why then act as if
your tiny particle life view
even matters?
Why?
Because each tiny particle is but a stitch
that holds wholeness together
and through which love rides
forever
Forever cascading
through the immortal halls
of innocent wishes
If as they say
it is through pain we grow
Why then so little do we know?
Why are we not masters of bliss?
Who touch equanimity
when blessed with a young child’s kiss
Why?
Because then the ceaseless game of hide and seek
would be over
and the Divine masters
would roar with laughter
forever and ever
Namaste
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