Seeds

Cracked open with thought and logic

Experimenting with natures profit 

Clean thoughts and understanding we look behind masks, new perspective drive forward. 

See better in someone else or see them humble you, grace disgraced 

See scars on those that you love, cursed by some independent spell

Never fully understood or made to scare, buried deep down

Natures prophet curse the spin, but built inside you clarity win. 

But not shared loved, or expressed as we know just a simple feeling bodies glow. 

But use it must to give more to all independent is not nature. 

Heart

Reaching out, pulling, pushing, driving, seeking. The tendrils of emotion writhing and squirming in patterns balanced by their opposition. Cradled, guided, caressed and carried toward their goal. But question the goal you must and feel the movement of the current and see where it may end.

Feeling strength and weakness in all that stretch, shrink, collide and separate, that burn and calm the racing of the heart.

Poles

Bark, bitch, boss, ball, bend between rydem.

Still, stand, sting, style, stow away heaven

Cling, claim, court, catch, came believe a friend

Fame, foot, fate, face, full nature is d’same

Run away with all thoughts alive, repeat and fail again

Thought find nothing high, nothing to explain

Now go, go surprise yourself full force wit and will.

And stand beneath the tree and claim your blessing to nature’s thrill.

Crash

Stolen from Alan Watts… people used to create words to describe things, now we learn the words to things before ever experiencing the thing.

But here I can’t think of a word to describe the image. Nature has collided together water, rock, tree, earth, lake, light. It’s all there mashed up together, sucked into a single focal point. Makes me want to bite it.

But maybe better there is no word, maybe it’s better to bite it.

Dreams

I have thoughts of things that I would like to do, the thoughts make my body feel a certain way a physical reaction to the imaginary scene.

Then sometimes I live out those experiences and try and capture the moment, either with a photograph or with a print upon my mind.

How many times does the body feel the same in the moment of the experience in comparison to the dream? I am not sure it is ever the same.

But after when I look back, the experience and body’s reaction seem to fit back into the dream. The story you tell about the experience is explained with words you learnt to think before you actually lived out the thing.

But how did the body really feel? how was it in the now? how did you feel with the fire upon your face, to look at the stars and let the mind race. To be lost among your thoughts, to drift and die and conclude naught. Just sit and feel and lie awake to let nature consume, devour, sedate.

Sticky

I woke up early, but wanted to sleep more. My body was tired from the walk. I felt like I wanted to go again, to hike up the hill and try hard, but another part of me thought it would be better to rest.

Then the mind started to tick remembering last night and that smile. It was okay, the beers and the laughter, although slowing me down was worth it, just to see her bounce around.

I rolled over to the cold side of the pillow, a little laughter emerged from my heart. I was stuck again, what would come out of this new turn?

Patience

After you see the cat with the third eye you know that life is going to be a little different, how you are probably never sure, but for certain there will be a change.

It’s difficult to work out how much to take from the things you have seen, how much the clues from mother nature are of value to your choices, but there has to be something in it. The energy you take from pacha-mamma must affect you in some way, like the sun for plants, for every action there is a re-action, all the cliches.

Difficult to say, but the cat was beautiful that’s for sure and there seemed to be a clarity to the shapes and colours with current thoughts. I suppose you take a little of this and a little of that and hope you have the right balance.