Stick 122 - In the branches of the past

On the side of the river

Lay the smiles of ancestors
and some of their lives lived to the full

Lay the broken promises and dreams
and the boats they built to still cross their life streams

Lay the crisp white photos
and the evidence in the likeness of the links between us and them

Lay the intricate rice paper pages of the photo book
and the surprising melting pot of moments in time

Lay the broken ice white branches
and the laced fingers of the ancestors as they repair us and prop us up again

Stick 121 - Again

In the again of life

In the shadow of delight
lies the gratefullness of emotion height

In crispness of a golden leaf
lies the enjoyment of living the now with love belief

In the arch of an aging back
lies the love and acceptance and never regretting climbing the mountain track

Stick 120 - Open Slat Air

the us in scope

my stick lay above the open slat air
delicate in its momentary frightening sense of dispair

my stick survived the winter snow
and now drank summer fresh air from below

my stick spoke of red benches where green hills humbly slope
and translated nuances that soothed the lost as it put the us in scope

my stick heard the sounds of the cow bells resound
and it lifted the spirits as swans curled their gentle necks

my stick now wants to anchor what it has found 
and yearns for more years to build and travel across new love ground

Stick 119 - Rechts gehe und Links stehe

In the village of Krummenau, Switzerland

I found this stick, but had to leave it behind
in the Swiss Kanton, St Gallen close to the base of Mt Santis

I found its wise old message written in stone
close to the railway station in Krummenau

I knew it meant I had to decide how to play this life test hand
on the right to go and on the left to stand

I saw an amazing stone letter at the sticks' base
the envelope grey with age

I was shocked by the softness of the stone envelope
inside was  a sheet of nature with only one word

I understood one thing clear in the village in Krummenau
whether I stand or go, love will always bubble below

Stick 118 - Call it by its name

Calling it by its name...

I hear you say sorry
you acknowledge the wrong
I hear you talk about the past
you say you yearned to make the future last

I see your eyes mirror my heart
you touch me and hug me and make a good new start
I see you love me unconditionally now
you want so much for us to grow and allow

I feel the healing start
you show me when we were apart that you loved me with all your heart
I feel your wisdom and desire
as you name the past and coach me on our new start

Stick 117 - Subliminal unsaid now

Subliminal life bells toll

the path to here was never straight
the now of being here makes our hearts ache
both of us so new and raw
confidences shared
laced with hunger to know and fear to explore 

the swiss alps soothe as time bells announce the just be
as baby goats rush past my wooden window chattering and free
I watch them wind up the green promise valley slopes
and I yearn to be like them, just in the moment
forgetting the life of the never straight

we know that time is precious
we want so much to just be still
as i smile and share and talk and care
my inner rythm slices with the neighbours' ax
through old winter wood that we pile up and fight to relax
 
the bells ring without a sound, tauntingly asking who plays what role
we are now the two for whom the bells toll
this is all we have now, this will have to fill our shared hole
i watch the little river below my window burble and flow
and i pray in silence that the acceptance comes soon and lies just below

Stick 116 - Hunger for More

 

 

Forest Banquet

 

I cannot stop asking the many and vast questions

I hunger so much for wisdom of the human frontier and its beyond

I hunger for so much more of the knowing of the unanswered life 

and some more understanding of what life means and has in store

 

my questions are speckled around my stick life

my answers are balanced on the edge of the life raft

in the middle of the running-river question draft

my moments of clarity far inbetween

 

...but delightfully leading to the banquet of the stick forest wisdom queen

 



 

Stick 115 - Untwining Newness Vine

Untwining new vines...

Unassuming and near Undetected
newness birth the peach soothing dawn

Untied and Unwavering 
tiny mirror reflection-specks of early morning dewdrop hope

Unvarnished the past
as it twines its memory vines

Unusual the letting go
as lilypad leaves pave the burbling human waterway

Unthinkable the begining newness
as the light green vine strengthens my mana spine

Stick 114 - Light as a Feather

light as a feather

it was amazing
this feather flutter stick,
it was so light and spiked with delight

the feather flutter stick was just about to speak
so I put the shell stick next to my ear and heard the healing water 
as it cleansed a stick past and washed away the fear

the miracle happened in an instant
the feather stick fluttered of its own accord
and invite all feather lovers to come on board

invite unquestioned and accepted
I happily float on a flutter feather stick imagination boat
I row with flutter feather stick oars to keep me afloat

and the lightness
brings a brightness
filled with future flutter feather hope 

Stick 113 - Camino De Santiago De Compostella

Destiny Camino Dream

I saw the track
I saw the streams
I saw the miles
I saw my destiny dream

I could not sleep
I could not wait to awake
the dream so vividly real 
it could not be tempered by anything in the now and the here

this pilgrimage await
this ultimate enlightenment the spiritual bait
this journey undertaken for thousands of years
my humbled partaking unreservedly committed to, without an ounce of fear

Stick 112 - Organ Donor

Organ Donor Certificate of Love

Amazing
the concept
of sharing human parts
to affect a whole and wonderful new start

Incredible
the hurt
that family and friends face
when the ultimate decision is quickly made

Miraculous
the love
that recipients feel
when the phone call finally echoes through their prayer hall

Fantabulous
the anticipation
that us living feel
at the prospect of gifting after our life was lived and the end declared

Humbling
the beauty of a smile we share
as we stare to the future of a world
where organ donation is accepted and practiced everywhere

Stick 111 - Stone Throw Away

Next to the stone lies a stick as thin as a bone

A stone throw away
is the difference between the right and the wrong

A stone throw away
is the difference between the wrong or the being gone

A stone throw away
is the difference between the letting go and the ice cold shoulder snow

A stone throw away
is the difference between the snow and the hope glow

A stone throw away 
is the difference between the human of glow and the depression below

A stone throw away 
is the difference between depression and living the life of true expression

Stick 110 - Smoky Jazz Underground

That note in the key of the fun F minor G

dresses hugging anticipation of hands to touch
wine glass drinks glisten under red lipstick marks
smokey haze in music infusion laze
striking exciting jazz underground phase

gorgious women, handsome men
surreal living in bunker den
laughter mingle with trumpet blare
as drums beat with slow sauntering flair

long hair highlights caught up in the blue light smokey air
highest heels pace invite warmth and wet lip space
strong arms stroke as chiseled cheek bones grace the face
the male of the female entwine the female of the male

swallow me, world of fun
churn and stroke my sensory saxophone upper leg hip bone
lift my artistic yearning heart and unlock inhibitions   
as the jazz underground smokey haze phase start....

Stick 109 - Nearly Missing

....insignificantly nearly not here

a smallness
nesstles
inside
the
me

a solitude
begs to
let me
just
be

a stillness
anchors
the female
set free
inside me

...as i embrace my special secret place called nearly missing

Stick 108 - Spiritual Presence

Graveyard Connection

I cannot stay away
I have to visit without delay
the graveyard in every single town
the sunset of lives laid down

I love the opening of the gate
I linger at every grave
I long to find what life was led
I taste your names in my inner mind

With great anticipation I calm my soul
With hunger to understand and learn
I reach out to connect as I solemnly reflect
as I yearn to feel the spine chill halo effect

The special circle message slow to become clear
The love so immense as energies appear
The privilege of forever-after-life atmosphere
For now I smile as I walk in the now and the here...

Stick 107 - WhY stiRRer

WhY...

WhY, how can it be...
that when your hand brushed past my palm
that when your eyes met mine accross an ocean of calm
i missed spreading my fairy dust into your honeypot
and instead riddled our time with the WhY stiRRer

WhY, how can it be...
that when you mentioned the other delights
that when you described the sensational heights
i missed adding my sunshine lip balm to the rainbow in your pictureframe
and instead shattered the clear glass with my WhY stiRRer

WhY, how can it be...
that when the end came sudden and sharp
that when my inner heart ripped us both apart
i missed the healing love transfusion of the sum of our shared start  
and instead got left with my blunt WhY stiRRer

Stick 106 - Balancing Act

Balancing Act...

Back against the wall
the room seems shrinked
ready for the weak to fall

Staring forward with dispair
it really doesn't seem fair
the attackers strong in their own lair

Anger growing inside
white danger bleak refusing to abide 
never ever confide

Fear and death no longer a threat
logic no longer the vet
stillness and withdrawel the sanity net

Loss realisation strong and pungent
Sinking with lead chains false glitter
Tainted fog and mist, plates up a dish called bitter

Stick 105 - Intoxicating Danger

Ode to Danger

Ignoring Mortality
is wildly provocative

Begging to invite Danger
is intoxicatingly addictive

Facing the Menacing
is empoweringly stimulating

Ignoring the Ferocious
is thrillingly untamed

Taunting the Perilous
is exhiliratingly wicked

Tasting the Wild
Laces lush pain with much to gain

Stick 104 - Veld Shower

Drip, Drip

We fashioned the shower
in the middle of the veld camp
we placed it to the side of the clearing where
we could hide behind the leaves
as the water splattered make belief

we'd walked so far through the African bush that day
we explored the middle of nowhere
we discovered the crevices and path crickles sprinkled anywhere 
under the no-, part- and full sun covering the everywhere
while sometimes forest shadows soothed our somewhere fears

we talked so much as we dove-tailed with silence
we understood with love, the sharing of footstep wonder
we laughed at all the silly things
that bubbled to the i-need-to-share-stumbling
as we rested our bodies against male boulder nature chairs in the inbetween
our companionship created the invisible net called shared esteem 

The water dripped over my naked tired body that night
I stared up at the source of the glistening diamond drop
as it drip-escaped from the enclosure above called normal
I rejoiced in the washing ceremony called informal-always-not-normal
as I finished and draped the towel around me
I walked with love back to join my step-by-step-cleanse-me friend

Stick 103 - Divine Hips

Divine Hips in the after...

The Female Hips
were formed in a moment when wine
translated a design
into a statement of pure feminine divinity

... the design traces the round and the murmuring sound

The Female Hips
emulate beautifully sculptured lips
and the red of the lips, flirt with the sway of the hips
as the female moves about and through her otherwise normal day

... the design traces the will to commit to a moment of no delay 

The Female Hips
embrace and invite open warmth of acceptance space
she conveys in simple intricacy, the rules of the erotic game
while beckoning in softness the staking of the male claim

...the design traces the giving female hips as she holds dear the special after

Stick 102 - Kiwi Orchard

Kiwi Orchard

The mountain mist
rolled down the hill and cover
the valley below
in the Maori cloak of hope

The kiwi orchard drooped with new fruit
as the sweet-sour fresh green juice
dripped magic message patterns
onto the coiling pitch black volcano soil

The Maori elders led the way
to the wharenui behind the majestic Puhutukawa tree 
where you once met me,
where you once said you cared for me

The Mokus and Tattoos shaped
the past to remember, onto the muscled arms of the future
as we shared stories of years gone past
and shared lessons learned from ancestors hearts 

Maori people far and wide
I salute your mana, your history and your fight
My kiwi river, mountain and waka, now run through my veins 
as my love and respect for you ever remain

Stick 101 - Flutterbug Brother

To my Beautiful Flutterbug Brother
(a flutterbug is an exotic cross between a butterfly and a firefly)

Hey Jakes, do you remember
how we squealed and we laughed
as we slip-slided in the water sogged rugby field
after the thunder and the rain created a magical yield of fun

Hey Jakes, do you recall
how we climbed the front yard twin trees
how you showed me to tie knots to anchor our 'ships'
just before you fell down and broke your arm

Hey Jakes, do you recall
how we ran across the paddocks on the farm
how we teased the bulls and yelled like real fools
as we dared each other to cross the sinking sand pools

Hey Jakes, do you recall
how you taught me to whisper to your injured horse
how you taught me to become still and let go of remorse
just as the sun set on our past lives that created in us both
the need to always be free and set our own course

Stick 100 - The Knowing

The knowing...

Those included
Those who just knew
Those who held still
Those who had the will

They saw the green leaves
They did not pick them
They decided to wait
They knew the wait would influence fate

Then those and they, all came to stay
Then those and they, rejoiced in the delay
Then those and they, understood the wisdom
Then those and they, knew the knowing led to the growing 

Stick 99 - Precious Laughter

 

 

Precious Laughter

 

The twinkle in your eye

lead to an anticipated high

as you reach the punchline of your story

I feel the bubbling start of a smile ready to play a part

 

The sound of your laughter

lead to a combined joyous abandonment

as your eyes meet mine in a shared

moment of merry-go-round chase after

 

We stop and hold the shared stare

as we still in the pleasant after

we wipe our tears

while the giggles reappear

 

So much to appreciate

So much joy in the humour shared

So much to give

So much joy received

 

 



Stick 98 - True Grain Wood

The True Grain Wood

the true grain wood, unassumingly
went into the body of the brand new guitar
went into the belly of the ocre brown cello
went into the slender neck of the young female violin

the true grain wood, unaccompanied
picked away at a silly little tune
picked away at a monsoon melody under the yellow moon
picked away as the organ scooped solemness in a spoon 

the true grain wood, unaffraid
stepped forward in the handle of a gun
stepped up as the judge slammed the hammer down
stepped sideways in the pillars of the dark innard mine

the true grain wood, unapologetic
supported the dole, supported the female role
supported the gay marraige rights,
supported animal rights, and no fights
supported the minorities and their plights

the true grain wood, unashamed
lived a life of searching for wisdom unending
lived a life of giving without ever thinking of receiving
lived a life of falling in love with love and forever believing

Stick 97 - To my elephant princess

My stick tonight is dedicated to my beautiful middle child

In the middle of the forest, the lush plush forest
I saw what I will now describe
It was a clearing in a dappled sun meadow, with peace lillies everywhere

I saw my daughter, my beatiful middle daughter
She sat on the moist brown earthy ground
and what I saw there was unbelievably rare
amazingly true, for around her sat a baby elephant crew

I saw my daughter, my beatiful middle daughter
she sat with her legs around an african pot
she reached for the exquisite life-spice and she certainly stirred that pot
while baby elephant trunks touched her with love, care and no reserve

I saw my daughter, my beautiful middle daughter
as she cuddled the grandma elephant with a silk chiffon throw 
She lifted the maternal elephant's foot and I thought I saw her pray 
while she painted ancient tattoos on the elephant's travelling grey foot

I dont know what was said, but I know what I saw next
I saw my daughter, my beautiful middle daughter as she solemnly bent forward
she stuck out her tonge and licked the salty tear
that ran down from the elephant's eye 

The tear's magic rose up above and wrote in the blue blue sky...
 
Welcome elephant princess
to the place where forest and life
will never deny
the earthy truth of a life lived with so much heart and so much true blue

Stick 96 - Three Blue Pods

Blue Pod Thoughts...

Ambitiously Intricate
Exquisitely Delicate
Ingeniously Curious
Optimistically Passionate
Unreservedly Different

Stick 95 - Straight Curl

Curls that unfurl...

I stand tall
My back real straight
I look up ahead
I look far towards where life and sky once met
I see what was and feel what may come

The message within the stick causes me to run and stall no more
I run to the ocean
I run through the waves
I splash in the roundness that defies the straightness of space

I swim to the seacave
where I drink from the black rock
I crunch through the bubbles in my messy wave-cave
and the arms of my body
hug the shivering being now hosted in the cave of the me-within

Stick 94 - Seperate Together

The Law of Seperate Together

Friends usually decide to engage
Friends usually display enthusiasm and invest the same
Both parties will embrace the rules of the game
Both parties may realise what there is to lose and what there is to gain

With backs to each other ensure to live seperate but in spirit together
With eyes wide open, ensure to watch the recording of what supports another
With hearts wide open, ensure to listen with care and concern
With grace and respect hope never to discover waste and neglect

For if that is so, the game will be over
The players will move on
The players will move out of the space
They will move out of the city, the state and that former friendship place

The law is clear, the law is for real,
friends seperate should find minds together
but when neglect leads to waste
seperate with together will be never ever,
seperate will have nothing left to feed the friendship called together

Stick 93 - That First Kiss

That moment....

The sun was down
The moon was round
You tease me all night
I tingle with delight

The music twirl and echoes my love curl
The summer night lingers around the porch light pearl
Your hands catch a fire fly
I prize your fingers open to send her free and high

The river brushes the canyon side
The reeds whisper the secret I still wish to hide
You touch my skin, you lift my chin
I taste the salt of the man and the him that awaits within

Stick 92 - Diamond on a Wooden Stick

Stick Diamond

Diamond on a wooden stick
First of July display
Conceived from entwining tempestuous force
of highest high pressure
of highest high temperature

Dazzling with sparkle and delight
Hiding the blackest darkest under-earth fight
Born in a rush of sweat and human tears
of highest high expectation
of highest high revelation

Polished and treasured
paid for with human wood-paper
elevated to anchor lover's fourth finger
of highest high testimony
of highest high possible acrimony

Stick finger better empty
Stick finger relieved, no more delay
Grieving now the only attestation
of highest high price
of highest high love-lost vice