Stick 262 - Lightning Fire

Lightning Fire

life lines
arc through dry desert land
pre destiny
in the palm of a human hand
if only we tried
if only we vied
to move past the past
and made the present
ten times ten 
more important
so the future forever last

Stick 261 - Innocence Crystal

Innocence Crystal

Your seven year old hand
so certain
so sure
so enchanted by what it beholds

Reached into the bowl
filled with rose quarts
filled with amethyst
filled with pieces of moonstone

Your voice pure as silver soul
asked with genuine golden glow
asked with love and life in tow
asked whether you could have the biggest crystal of them all

Arms encircling my neck in embrace
offering the most precious of all
offering a kiss and a hug
offering a prayer to thank God for a Crystal strong and tall

Stick 260 - Birth of All

Birth of All...

the birth of sticks happen
when we humans least expect
when we humans forget to look
when we humans miss natures magical slow show

the birth of sticks happen
in the mid middle of the night
when the mother tree feels a pain
of a formely totally unknown degree

the birth of sticks happen
when the mother tree in angony
focusses soley on the baby stick to be born
on the life exquisitely unique in surprising form

the birth of sticks happen
through the grace of God
the mother tree placenta
garden of giving the earth in need

the birth of sticks happen
for us to be intrigued
for mother trees know that
each little stick comes with the power to unconditionally always give

Stick 259 - Letting Go

Letting Go Moments....

Arms outstretched
high into enveloping air
silver thread of
letting go

Head thrown back
nose aroma everywhere
copper kettle of
letting go

Feet fun flirting
salty sprinkly sensual ocean waves
bubble bath cleansing cloth of
letting go

Legs walking
sound of rhythm toward the forward
woven basket fillled with destiny call of
letting go

Stick 258 - Zulu Man

Zulu Man

I don't know you
I don't fully understand

I see your strength
I see your steady eyes as they comprehend

I watch your careful consideration
before words of decision give you the upper hand

I wonder how you managed to live
when you were unable to govern as your forefathers said you should

I wish upon an African sky
that you will live now so your courage will forever shine

Stick 257 - Our Dappled Light Time

Our dappled light time...

Your leaves dordled down from way up above
and landed in golden glory right next to mine

Your mind clutched a wise old walking stick
and pointed down a garden path never walked before or in the dark

Your hands sowed the seeds to grow the wants of my needs
and the green grass flowers became the ultimate promises to feed

Your tongue tasted my tears as they streaked through the years
and your arms gathered the hurt before it could envelop your frightened bird

Your you was made in the summer dappled hue
and your love laid bare in a basket full of special dappled moments of light

Stick 256 - Praying Mantis in the Sky

Praying Mantis in the Sky

As I kneel down to pray
As I bend my head
As I hold my hands up high
As I humbled look up towards the sky

I thank God
for the beauty of the ocean
as it ripples in moods and scares and dares
and feed our souls with the thoughts of the special and good

I thank God
for the rivers that gush along
as it excitedly rushes blood through my human veigns
and entices me to surge forward over boulders regardless of pain

I thank God
for the water puddles after rain
as it glass mirrors the delight and new insight
and dainty in its simple form, encourages me to want to excell and perform

Stick 255 - Veld of Play

In the veld of play

How we miss
the places we played....

How we miss the river
flowing strong
through Henley-on-Klip
where we dived and fished
and dared to dare

How we miss the maize
waving in the fields
where we rode our horses
under Eucalyptus trees
over logs and laughter and lazy clay

How we miss the rocky outcrops
near our farm gates
where the eagles fly
and male baboons watch their kingdom
as we silently walk by in single file 

How we miss the shallow lake
that formed after the thunder, lightning and showers of rain
where we held tight onto the flying fox
and splashed with meaning into the mud below
where we chose sides as we cannon balled mud

How we miss the trees we climbed
that became our ships on stormy ocean rides
where we saw little birds born in safety net nests
and from where we watched our neighbourhood adults wrestle and withstand
where we built our tree huts and sheltered our friendships 

How we miss
the veld places we played....

Stick 254 - Wedding Dress

The Wedding Dress

Crisp white
Lily Hope
Pure delight
Lace and silk
Magical pearl beaded milk

Tiara on the crown of glory
Love curls swoop and tease a story
Red lips softly smile
Cheeks dimple creating laughter files
Magical touch and holding forever

Virgin beauty
Flirtatious moments
Unveiling in the giving
Laughter in the together being
Magical millions of buttons to undo

Flower Bouquet flying through the air
Musical notes swirling around lanterns of hope
Wedding Dress dreams fulfilled
Touch the silk, love in lace
Magical living in morments of forget and just be place

Stick 253 - Definition Horizon

Definition: Horizon

The word horizon derives from the Greek word "ὁρίζων κύκλος" horizōn kyklos, "separating circle", from the verb horizō, "to divide", "to separate", and that from "ὅρος" (oros), "boundary, landmark".

I find upon my search tonight
two horizons
clear and very bright

The first separate "want" and "do"
two vastly different
versions of "living in dreams" and "living the dream"

The second separate organic stick from treated wooden table
two wooden moments
both satisfying in providing landmarks of input and time

I find upon reflecting on my find
two horizons
are what I need to make sense of human time

One horizon
assures dividing of yin and yang

Another horizon
brings the seperate back into a circle when bending the dividing line

Stick 252 - Non Stampede

 

The Non Stampede

 

In Africa

in the yellow grass field

I heard the thunder

of an animal herd

of hearts racing and stirred

 

In Africa

the stampede

filled me with excited fear

I wanted to join in the run

but wanted to never fall down underfoot

 

In Africa

I learned that a stampede of one

was very much possible

as long as the running was done

with purpose and excitement

 

In Africa

I loved running as one

as yellow grass hair waved my efforts along

as dreams came true

and was always rewarded by a beautiful warm African sun

 

 



Stick 251 - Razor Blade

Razor Blade

Razor blade of guilt
sharpest ever
by my own free will
scrapes and cuts and bleeds my inner soul

Razor blade of failure
sharpest ever
slices, slits and severs
an artery of resurrect

Razor blade of loneliness
sharpest ever
by no will of mine
make a cold bed inside my fragile body home

Stick 250 - Nature's Window

Nature's Window

...in the grainy grass
...through the window with no glass

...i brush my hair with pine needles everywhere
...as i lay down to stare at the first and the last of life elsewhere

...i watch through windows of years gone past
...i grieve intensely as i relive the loss of mooring masts

...i watch as twilight rain mist the window with no glass
...i see reflections of falling in love in tumble weed grass

...i watch as three moments of birth occur
...i thank the upper One as life slides with purpose past my trembling loins

...i watch as countries burn and protests churn
...i pray for peace and strain to learn what come from grass fire urns

...i believe that if i keep staring
...the window will open and new firsts will become new moments of again

Stick 249 - Take my Hand

Take my Hand

Take my Hand
said the mother to the bright eye baby girl
said the teacher to the curious skipping child
said the father to the peaceful cuddling daughter
said the grandmother to the exploring bubbling grandchild

Take my Hand
for I can walk with you
for I can feel with you
for my palm can make you calm
for my caring hand will mean you no harm

Take my Hand
feel my fingers soft and warm 
feel my fingers providing trust and truth
feel my fingers tickling and tingling
feel my fingers entertwining the path you choose to walk

Stick 248 - Upside Living

Upside Living

Older and wiser
Calm and strong 
Holding on
to leaves long gone

Standing up straight
never too long to wait
wonderment in finding the unfound
accepting the gap between grass and lost ground

In the leaves of the past
are memories untarnished and forever to last
as the leaves still cling to the fallen stick
upside living treasures the past
as it sprinkles amongst the new grass

Stick 247 - Swallow me Whole

Swallow me Whole

open your mouth
reach out your arms
circle my hips
as you wet your lips
breathe deep 
pull me in close
hunker me down
hear my breath
taste my salty sweat
bend me round
and swallow me whole

Stick 246 - Velvet Voice

Velvet Voice

It coiled and curled
through the waves
of "please-let-me-stay"

It burned and branded
through steam curdles
of "please-let's-hold-hands-as-we-cross-the-hurdles"

It echoed and enveloped
through the darkness
of "please-let-hope-whispers-take-my-breath-away"

It stilled and stopped
through the middle of the nothing
of "please-let-me-now-be-as-I-live-in-the-left-after"

Stick 245 - Hallo to You

Hallo to You

Hallo to you - myself at two
so great that you unpacked and explored and searched for the you
while your parents searched for the being together and not blue

Hallo to you - myself at six
so great that you held your head high as you started school
while your world crumbled and pudled and pooled ink dark blue

Hallo to you -  myself at seventeen
so great that you embraced flowers in carpets of forests and open space
while your mind raced to replace the chaos of suicide's death march face

Hallo to you - myself at twenty six
so great that you held onto nature's rocks while the rivers eroded the floor
while you lowered a lifeless body in earth's brown blanket open door

Hallo to you - myself at the marriage after 
so great that you fought and begged and craved calm laughter
while you lost loves and lovers and so totally possibly misunderstood

Hallo to you- myself facing the now
so great that you still know and accept the you even from two
while drops of rain splatter, you prepare with a pimgrim's heart to walk the Way and in the end to swirl ink blue and match it with the blue sky hue

Stick 244 - Introverted Extrovert

Introverted Extrovert

Thousands of thoughts meander my mind
Tenfold are the messages I find
Possibilities sprinkle imaginary moments
Accross visions of futures in flooded rivers to come 

As my lips move and I engage
Centuries of relationships collide in a brand new space
Great numbers of wishes enter time and this exciting dance
Remarkable the joy as the introvert leads the extrovert into this spiritual space

Stick 243 - Energy within

Energy within

I read about the Way
I read and read and did not want to delay

I dreamt about the Way
I dreamt that Saint James was waiting in every Albergue

I believed the power of the Way
I believed pilgrims of centuries will steer my inner stay

I embraced the spiritual Way
I embraced the mystic message of my Camino and beyond

I walk each day
I walk in the hope of what awaits on the gift of my Way

Stick 242 - Elephant tears

Elephant Tears

Splish, Splash, Splosh
Elephant tears on a big round rock
Hold still, for life is circling at will

Dust tracks
Crinkle down a wrinkled face
The stillness aching to change fate

Thirst amongst the deluge of grief
Drinking hole of challenge and change
green reeds grow to a "never-thought" new beyond

Stick 241 - Tandem Hearts

Tandem Hearts

in tandem 
two caring hearts
together with pleasure
green and grey and frayed
parts of life's non starts

in tandem
two genuine friends
together on memory's overgrown forest path
tears of grief mingle with laughter 
when sharing life's testing darts

Stick 240 - Candlelight Tattoo

Candlelight Tattoo

Imagine it's late at night
and I ask you
to choose for me a beautiful tattoo

Imagine you instantly lean in and agree
and without a moments hesitation
we ink our way to a well known parlour

Imagine I whisper-ask after a kiss 
what permanent mark
would you place on my body this night

Imagine you trace on my inner thigh
a tattoo so delicately decadently high
and I embrace the permanent ecstatic sweat and silent cry

Imagine it's late at night
and I remember you
as I still trace my midnight beautiful tattoo with a peaceful sigh

Stick 239 - The Shadow Dagger

The Shadow Dagger

the reason behind the doing
so often shaded and shadowed and sheletered

the reason behind the hurt
so often a monsterous moment of mindless mayhem

the reason behind the human sacrifice
so often a testimony to instantaneous gratification of another

the reason behind the bleeding
so often a wound left untreated

the reason behind the scar
so often a human remembering to try to forget

Stick 238 - Inkpot Letters

Inkpot Letters

I noticed the unassuming pen as it nestled inkpot friend
I focused my attention glued to the very spot

I thought back of the letters written and received
I fought back tears buried through the letter years

I loved the letters that went to Nanna on the farm
I sent them with colours of creative crayon care

I loved the letters that went to friends at war
I sent with them my hope of a world restored

I learned to write letters as I read letters
as I received letters as I believed the messages in the letters

I write them now with clear intent
I write them always with love, care and avoid causing dispair

I await many letters promised and never sent
but I know that letters are like life, only delivered and read when meant

Stick 237 - Silent Witness

Silent Witness

I looked it up
in the dictionary
the twin brother words
in my mind's eye

"Not making or accompany by any sound"
was the meaning of brother one
"Someone who has knowledge relevent to an event"
was the meaning of brother two

The silence was self inflicted
it protected the confusion within
The witness never came forward
it led to a crime unpunished and people heartbroken and unhinged

I placed the dictionary
back in it's cradle bookcase
I left the witness to remain silent
and the brothers ever more in wait till it may be too late

Stick 236 - Always

The always moments in life...

A moment of giving and believing
A thank-you friend when least expected

A baby's delicate fingers trustingliy clasping
A baby's first suckling searching mouth thirst

A child's chattering giggling bubbling delight
A child's skipping animated sharing excitement

A young boys genuine questioning of where to next
A young girl's brave discovering of when to request

A teacher lost in sharing of knowledge passion
A wisdom shared and deeply valued and clearly understood 

A river bank unassumingly cuddling nature's water gift
A waterfall rushing towards a love making pool of me and you

A goodbye said with love and remembered with memory warmth
A hallo when life hands the next come-hither-and-live invite to you

Stick 235 - Pointing Fingers

Pointing Fingers

It was you
they cried out loud

It was you
they shouted as a crowd

It was you
they blamed and warned others to stay well away

It was you
they pointed with fingers meant to harm and fray

It was you
they yelled and I did not understand the why

It was you
they screamed as I curled in a fetal ball and closed my eyes

It was you
they roared as my fingers protected my heart
and searched for a fresh and clean start

Stick 234 - Shanghai River Mouth

Shanghai River Mouth

at the break of dawn
i rise to see
hundreds gather
for the sun greeting ceremony

on the river banks
silent humans move as one
as they slowly bend and bow to accept
the life they have lived till now

on the misty Shanghai Bund
i watch as graceful tears form
in the corner of an old woman's life
as she moves in harmony and lay down past strife

as the golden sun chases behind the river boats
i slip my sorrows gently and watch them sink in water deep below
and in that moment the hundreds stop to move
and i watch a magic pearl of promise floating by 

Stick 233 - Sunflower Spiral

Sunflower Spiral

Bright Star
Favourite of the
Sun by far

Special spiral heart never hide
Fibonacci pride
The sum of the previous two

The stem from the plume
from the promise of the seed
the then embryo of what we could be

Numerous florets is what I loved so about the you
My face this day still turns to the sun
where I hope to catch a glimpse of the maybe true you

Stick 232 - Promise

Promise is a Promise

This is our last day
I think I should now pray
I taste the salt in my frayed tear drop
and I pray with all my heart for a moment's delay

This is our last day
I think I can breathe for you
I hold your hand ever so cold
as I pray for you to feel heart's hold

This is our last day
I think I can strengthen you with resolve
I bargain with my ever present Lord
as I pray that we can swap and you can stay

This is our last day
my promise is a bed of thorns
I do not wish to face this unbearable storm
as I pray that fireflies will carry my sweetheart love everafter away

 

Stick 231 - Age to Behold

Age to Behold

It was foretold many eons ago
that a human female will transcend all age
and always subliminally be totally one with the age of her inner being soul

It heretofore and therefore without dispute
means that each female human creates around her
those who feel in tune and naturally take comfort in the age of her soul

It hence, a while back and anciently always forward
means that souls will magically connect
when in awe they behold the age and wisdom of another's soul

The female souls I met and behold
glide in and out of my memory picturebook meadow
and I reminisce with a feather light heart 

...the playful, the daring, the excited, the nurturing, the searching,
the free, the loving, the inspirational, the whimsical, the wise, 
and the hundreds of thousands other unpredictable delightful female souls....

It was foretold many eons ago
that my female heart would behold my female soul
and guide her with care to where the human other is waiting to connect

Stick 230 - Hungry Pepper

Hungry Pepper

Pepper and Salt
on a bed of cannot halt and never stay away

Pestle and Mortal
where sins are ground down to a sprinkle away

Spices and Herbs
when seasoning tongues sensually story away

Water and Oil
in the life we never lived and the love we always shared

Ice and Fire
where our footprints lay and our embers glow an end away

Stick 229 - Ancient Comb

Ancient Comb

Hair in the wild wind
sign of receiving the messages often sent before

Hair in a tangled knot
sign of joyful abandonement never to stop

Hair dripping in sleets under the thundering waterfall
sign of orchestral solitude of a soul in the eye of a calm storm

Hair pleasantly offering a love curl
sign of tucking secrets behind an ear as flirting lovescenes unfurl

Hair sprayed on a cotton cushion white
sign of accepting the life I dream and sleep forever now

Stick 228 - Stick Cradle

Stick Cradle

Sing me a lullaby
a song so soothing and soft
cradle my dry twig worries
in the timber of your deep calming voice

Sing me a story
a tale of how we overcame
cradle my pebble hopes
in the crook of your strong arms

Sing me a sleep
a whisper from the centre of the dream catcher weave
cradle my claypot of wishes
as I spin on the potters wheel of tomorrow

Stick 227 - Kink in the cord

the kink on board....

kink in the umbilical cord
no link to bring understanding on board

my seperate elusive and never together
my lonely so dark and damp alone

aggressively surrounded by afraid
the freedom of fleeing, the only possible save

my search for the sane
undecided in the main

kink in the umbilical cord
so lost in the messages from the watery hollow
inside outside world

Stick 226 - SOLD!

Going Going Gone....

Let's postulate for second of a minute
as we reflect on a time spanning a life
Does a life have a price?
and if it does,
does the price necessarily mean that the life is compromised

When you fight for a cause
and your life does not run a normal course
the price you pay would be a life dedicated to others
the outcome of your work creates value for others
and you may not realise the value of the price you paid

When you give up your freedom
and you live according to the will of others or another
the price you pay will be a life unrelentingly wished away
your mind will forever deliver desires of what could or may have been
and you will end your days in an unfulfilled haze, a price unbelievably high

When you live in poverty
the price you pay is the slave labour you have to give day after day
you pay with your sweat and your frustrated tears
you rise early and you work late
and most likely you never achieve for yourself the value you create

Going Going Gone
is what the auctioneer declares
at the end of the life affair
I wish you well and I wish you would for a minute dwell
on your own price and the value of the chosen life dice

Stick 225 - Shade me a Story

Shade me a Story

intricate and delicate
from cover to cover
from beginning to end
in every word and inbetween every line
is the story, in which I hope my life will find it's rhyme 

sometimes hectic, sometimes eclectic
from simple sentence to dangerous paragraph
from saddest chapter to hopeful middle half
in every part of this, my book, from the very start
is the story of the genuine intent of my loving heart

never boring, never without some form of fear
from blue forgiveness coasts to challenges majestically mountain high
from understated joy to humble i-now-know-why
in this human female book
lies the sword of strength and the tender tiny stick of ever loving joy

 

Stick 224 - Green Grass Graffitti

Green Grass Graffitti

in the back of the back alley
in the black of the exciting night
your hand on the car door handle, my hand on the spirited spray paint 
we find the perfect place
and I turn to you in anticipation of passionate good luck ceremony place

it's 2am in the dead of night
in the middle of the city, in the back of the alley
we move so fast, for our signature statement has to be bold to last
my hand circles the memory of the design
your hands pick me up so I can reach the top to climb

it's 3am and we are done
we walk hand in hand where the streetlights shine just fine
your hand holds mine and my lips hold yours
fulfilled in every part of my rebellious soul, i find i know you
and you know me and together our message will now speak free

Stick 223 - Forward Motion

forward motion

in a little machine inside my mind
is a little part so refined
its sole purpose, and this is true
is to ensure my life, love and living potions
always achieves a forward motion

in the little part are areas unseen
to the inquisitive mind of the human naked eye
the invisibility, an oxymoron for the significant contribution 
as this little part makes me always want to try the new
always want to start and always want to feel free in my human heart

in the little machine i achieve what may not seem much
but each time the forward motion takes place,
the little machine drinks in the latent energy power
and so whether the motion leads to failure or success
my little machine and its little part, makes sure that with forward motion
i always take heart and am ready for every new start