Poetry & Inspired Writing
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Passion
Coincidently this picture represents our house. We have a two storey blue house with a red door with a fruit tree to the right out front and a huge gum tree out back.
Nestled in between an idea and an outcome
The desire to grow the idea from humble beginnings
A seed becomes a seedling with love bestowed upon it
Following the sun as you follow your passions
Ideas bearing fruit and evolving
Deep roots growing to be master of all things
Shiny Objects
The old man soothing a plump and gurgling baby. A rickety old chair rocking on the back porch. Squeak. Squeak. A yard full of car skeletons, broken toys, and overgrown hedges.
His wife clanging in the kitchen. Hollering at the dogs. Children chasing dogs, dogs chasing children.
The twinkle in the Grandfathers eyes.
The middle aged man driving his latest upgrade. Wind blowing in his hair, steering through the bends. Blinded by the reflection of the sun bouncing off his car.
Pulls into his garage. His housekeeper has prepared his dinner. His footsteps reverberating through the quiet house.
He pours himself a drink, ice clanking. He reaches for his phone. Sighs………. and places it back down.
Legacy
Our family legacy, passed down through the generations is the “gift”. The gift to see beyond the here and now to the souls of the past.
Our legacy is also secrecy passed down through the generations.
Not a word was spoken. Families living in ignorance of those that were among them. The fear of ridicule and persecution. Tight lips. Spirits ignored. Dark Rooms. Whispers.
Our family legacy is also bravery. Poured from one cup to the next. Growing bigger until the “gift” can no longer be contained.
The Seeker
Why do we go outside of ourselves for our answers?
We all have our own inner counsel. The wise old man, the ancient healer, the Magician, the Seer. They are within all of us. How many times have we been “told” something we have always known, it is just a remembering. A lifting of the veil.
Ask your questions to yourself, to the universe, to the team that sits on upon your shoulder or the all knowing team in your heart and mind. The truth, your truth, is the only truth.
Artifacts
Look deep inside. We are all manufactured.
The grandma toiling in the kitchen, making a simple meal for her family, listening intently to the children as they ask her questions. The knowledge of wise years being passed on to eager young ears.
Her work ethic, her mannerisms, her outlook on life are all being absorbed into deeper parts of young minds.
These young minds are influenced by their environment. They learn, they grow. They become the mini versions of those around them.
They will in time develop their own opinions and thoughts but their morals and their deepest part of them is already well formed. Shine a light on these young ones and help mould the future generations.
Hidden Agendas
The rose between two thorns
Hidden agendas, Hidden egos
The insecure, the jealous
Quietly sabotaging the bloom
Blocking out the sunshine
Rerouting the water
Till the petals start wilting and drop
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The bloom between two buds
Radiating their goodness
Sharing the light
Rich with nourishment
Holding the buds up
Till the day they too bloom radiantly
Healthy egos and healthy hearts
Clarity
A young girl in a forbidden room
She must be quiet, must not be seen
Sitting at her grandma’s dresser
Smelling her perfume, putting on her jewellery
Using her hairbrush and fiddling with her trinkets
She looks in the mirror
It is hazy and she gasps as a reflection appears
She sees the woman her grandma used to be
Young, bright-eyed, and full of something she could not name
The lamp flickers
Something has shifted
Something she can’t explain, not yet
Years later, sitting at her own dresser
She finally understands what she saw that day
The mirror doesn’t lie
It never did
She just wasn’t ready to see it