Tag: paradox

  • Soft star

    Soft star

    Poetry mine, photo credit: Sam Rye. Read more

  • new forms

    new forms

    Playing with haiku-photo forms today. Photos are mine, taken in Tasmania, except for the beautiful Aotearoa skies, by Sam Rye. Read more

  • Doubt

    Doubt

    Can Can I write this morning and the next Can the birds sing and grow their nest Can I find alignment in my spine Can the sun every morning rise and shine Can I ignore the noise all around Can the river be without its sound Can I go on when the flow seems lost… Read more

  • We are

    We are

    We are Hungry for life Rainforest, teeming Beautiful and ferocious We are Ignorant, with knowledge Awake at night Hoping to be wrong We are Nature, with rights Displaced from culture Colonised, with institution We are Destruction at scale The unacceptable acceptance Of a shifting baseline We are Learning to live with fire And saltwater in… Read more

  • Zen and the art of saving the planet

    Zen and the art of saving the planet
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    At the end of 2024, I undertook the Zen and the art of saving the planet course by Plum Village, rooted in Thich Nhat Hanh’s teachings. It served as a great companion as I navigated and transformed through challenging times. A couple of months later, conscious of my own memory limits and knowing that one of… Read more

  • We are nature

    We are nature

    Curious about the stories we tell ourselves beyond the realm of words, I’m lightheartedly playing with bringing some of my poetry to life with visual imagery. It feels like adding other dimensions might help reflect some of the nuance and texture. Or maybe it is a clever trick to put less pressure on the words?… Read more

  • Light or wrong

    Light or wrong
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    Twinkle little light Why do you feel so tired, little one? You are not doing much Yet you feel there is rest you need to catch-up on Your body whispers in your ears “Rest, little one, even lights can’t shine all the time A little darkness does them good If there wasn’t darkness They could… Read more

  • Layers

    Layers
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    Hungry Hungry for quiet For the gentle dance Of leaves in the wind Hungry for butter For the gentle pleasure Of doing nothing With a slice of buttered toast Hungry for life In a unrestrained way Impatient for it to Happen all at once Life is hungry for life Le Siècle des Lumières Perhaps we… Read more

  • Poetry

    Poetry

    WET PAIN Run, run darling Sometimes you cannot catch the train Wait, wait darling Sometimes you need to wipe away the rain Write, write darling Today what you need is to sit in the pain Free tree spiral The place you have in mind The mind you have in place Root tree branch Ground tree… Read more

  • Moving

    Moving

    Whirlpool The only way out is in Move in Only when you realise there is nowhere to go Nowhere to move on It is all there is You realise perhaps you didn’t need to do it alone You could have shared it The beauty of the shared experience It is all there is What moves… Read more