‘This is the spirit that Beauty must ever induce: wonderment and a delicious trouble, longing and love and a trembling that is all delight.’ – Plotinus
From ‘My Year of Living Vulnerably,’ by Rick Morton, p.153.
True beauty
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Category Archives: Australia
Love languages
Even if a lion had words
We would not have a clue
What he'd say
Lives separated
By fate
A multitude of meaning
To relay
If only love
Made a way
Hopping islands
Walking wilderness
Feeding favourites
Meeting tribe
Soaking memories
Sitting silence
Staring sunrise
Words are limiting
Pain fades with time
Feelings too real
To describe
Love language
Of mine
The impossible girl
Seven score and fifteen
Since the day
Dared to reclaim
Blindfold fell away
The world is a scarier place
Yet wide, vast as the sky
When pulling opinions
Down from on high
Meeting all the faces
Damp lit street and dark
Being one with them
Hitting the mark
All the things refrain
Are real for us
All of life
Abounds in us
Are we alone
Divided by love
Of mythical tree
A new year's eve
Glorious garden grows
Its beauty renewed
Breathtaking view
for Lili
Bravehearts
In the land of Oz I've walked these streets Paved with gold Priceless wares Federation facades Heritage shades Inked pinked bodies Stand out boldly A heart grows fearless Sitting in places Undeserving spaces Unfamiliar faces Speaking into the chasm People's lives unfolding In one moment Tones waves uniting That heroic soul So rare and pure Timid and unsure Held open the door
Overcoming
Air thickens
Time fades
Breath holds
Sounds evaporate
Sight blinds
Mind wanders
Tongue loosens
Sense undone
Heart won
Compass spun
Cheeks tighten
Shoulders sigh
Smile resides
Inviting
Being lightening
Just arriving
Passing through
With you
Lean on me
One will come and go
Before the other
But for now
Stronger together
Sidling by admiring
Strength of the first
Supporting the next
Lives intertwined
Feeding housekeeping
Inhabitants
Generations of young
Even once gone
Secrets they keep
Forecast from above
Scenic views
Growth progress
If only trees could speak
The wisdom we would hold
From standing still
Those still standing
To have…
To hold
First oneself
Hold onto dreams
Embrace them
To hold
Their memory
Always there
Without them
To hold
Light horizon
Moving forward
Never alone
To hold
Knowledge is sure
Love held lightly
Never owned
Carnival
“Well, I’ve walked these streets
A virtual stage, it seemed to me
Makeup on their faces
Actors took their places next to me
Well, I’ve walked these streets
In a carnival, of sights to see
All the cheap thrill seekers vendors and the dealers
They crowded around me
Have I been blind have I been lost
Inside myself and my own mind
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen?
Well, I’ve walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth and poverty
In the diamond markets the scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me
And I’ve walked these streets
In the madhouse asylum they can be
Where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me
Have I been blind, have I been lost
Have I been wrong
Have I been wise
Have I been strong
Inside myself and my own mind…?”
‘Carnival’ – Natalie Merchant
Songwriters: Peter Anders Svensson / Magnus Sveningsson / Nina Persson
Carnival lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Smells like teen spirit
No other way to be
Let it all out
Circumambient sweet
No need to fight it
Grown in goodness
From a seed
Abundance for me
Surreal reality
Let it be
Letting go
Count the stars of heaven 