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