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17/6/2017

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    I've long been writing poems. It is something that has appealed to me since my mid teens. It's a unique way of expressing thoughts and feelings. A playful way to shine a light on your deeper, more complex feelings. Because you are being concise and using rhyme, you take your time, you sit with things. You are not just saying what's on your mind but you are formulating it into a something that is going to be an entity unto itself. Without getting bogged down or stifled, you aim to let your thoughts flow freely but also channel them into a somewhat structured vessel. It's one of those things that the more you do it, the more you enjoy it.

Poems are personal. They can't help but be. That's the other thing I like about them. That can be perceived as being hyper sensitive, a bit wussy they are, in fact, the result of brutal honesty and bold expression. You think you are too tough, too cool to write a poem? Just try writing something that is your authentic truth and share it with the world. You have to be at very least carefree, if not a bit foolish, with a sound base of awareness and confidence.

Anybody can hit someone in the face - but try doing it with a poem. And not the face - the heart. And not hitting but moving. Being a human is equally tough for us all. A poet will synthesise these universal struggles and encapsulate them in a bite size lyric. To make it look simple, easy, takes a lifetime. And just to be clear, I am not classifying myself as any kind of master. I'm just a passionate enthusiast. That's passion and enthusiasm - two wonderful things to direct towards anything worthwhile. 

Anyway, the poetry writing comes and goes in waves but over the last few years it's quite steadily been one a day. About 44 minutes each one. I don't time it. In fact, time becomes inconsequential. It's an esoteric pursuit. That's one of the good things about it, you get lost in thought. Focus and mind travel transport you to a different plane. You gather and return. Scribble it down - see how it sounds.

Ultimately you're mostly just a secretary for the universal muse. Channeling. If it's any good, it's because you got out of your own way and let it flow. It's a good feeling. That's why I keep doing it, I guess.

This is one from today:


BLUE OF NIGHT

It's cold and grey
Around here today
Still I went for a swim
Got to get in
Got to get in

The ocean calls me
Soothes my skin and
My inner being
One with the world
When I'm wave catching
Even the briskness warms me up

Getting older is a funny thing
Not funny ha ha
But strange and complex
Like a gradual awakening
To a different dimension
Not as hectic
Nor as hyped as youth
More elastic
Not as tasty and it's got less bite
But you appreciate it's truth more
Like sipping fine wine
You can take your time
Cause, more or less, you know what's in store

This may not be a revelation to everybody
But it is to me
Because like a few others, maybe many
I kinda thought that I would be young forever
Well, not really
Just couldn't picture a drop in my vitality and verve
Found it hard to imagine
Health and money and relationships
Would ever need to be preserved

I spent it all when I had it
Wasn't wasted (though I was sometimes)
But nothing saved
I guess I was a bit of a radical
Whimsical, sometimes slightly OTT misbehaved
Fuck it was great
But, as I've learnt, it eventually goes away
Goes away
Dissipates

And you are left
With hair that is grey on top of a verteran brain
Brimming with an arsenal of memories
A body that is still OK but slowing down
Standing in a very different place
With somewhat fewer options
That's just a reality

New things to be learnt
Like grace and pace, humility
Boldness now displaced by sensibility
There's a new kind of vulnerability
A leveling of intensity
Which, quite honestly, is a welcome relief
And there's more self belief
I mean, hell, you made it this far!

Hats off - ha ha - no one cares that you are losing hair
Sure at first there's a smidge of despair
But vanity wanes
As you become more philosophical
You make less complaints - cause what's the point
You can show restraint
And small tragedies just seem comical

So what I am saying, I guess
Is that although some elements do get less
Other things come to take their place
More subtle, more precious, more enduring
LOL
It's called maturing
Can be both alarming and assuring
Even alluring
Take it as you will
Cause what is what is

Funny
It was a muted, bright afternoon
When I started to write
And while I have been focused on expressing these words
Around me I've observed the transitioning light
From the warm orange sunset
To the cool, deep, dark blue of night

And you know what
Everything has its time and place
And it's alright
I do believe that
It's alright


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open to the ocean

29/4/2015

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It's night time. 
Close to midnight.
It's raining outside.
I'm in Mullumbimby.
Outside my bedroom window is thick and wild vegetation.
It smells good in the rain.
And the sound is pleasant, too.
Comforting, evocative, rhythmical.

I sit down to tap out a message about 
I don't know what.
It feels like the right thing to do.
Knock on the door of my psyche - rap, rap, rap - and see if I get a response.

Maybe while I am waiting I will hum a song in my head.
Nothing recognisable. A generic tune. 
Maybe in the back of my mind I will be thinking about the day I had. 
Maybe I'll be thinking of my next meal.
Maybe I'll be thinking about an ex girlfriend or an encounter overseas from years ago.

I don't know. 
How much attention should I pay to what I may be thinking while I am waiting for fresh thoughts to appear.
Maybe I shouldn't be watching.
Maybe I should let go.

When I go on my beach walks, sometimes I just count quietly in my head. One, two, three.... up to three or four hundred then start again.
I look at the sky, the clouds, the waves, the light, the sand, the scenery...
I mildly attempt to be present as much as I can.
Sometimes I am aware that I am thinking about things that are of concern at the time. Worries, consternations.
I try to sort them, placate them, step aside from them like a deft martial artist and let them fall behind me.
I breathe in the clean, bolstering air.
I feel the vast openness.
I tell myself I am lucky.
I am lucky to be walking on this magnificent, scarcely habituated shore. 
I walk on and on, further and further until there is no one else. 
Even any other walkers have turned back.
Now I know I am lucky.
I am alone with nature.
Nature is big.
Nature is powerful.
Nature can mend.

It feels healthy to propel myself forward, mind emptying.
I sometimes get ideas.
I sometimes see things more clearly.
I am bolstered.
I am spending this part of my life - this hour or so each day -doing this simple thing that nourishes so much.
It is simple.
It is free.
It is an investment, a parlay with life itself, a small adventure, an interaction between mind, body, soul and the universe.
It is being.
Basic.

It does take effort but the payoff is great.
I cherish it.
I am lucky! I know it.
I am friends with the earth.
I am living on this planet.

A quiet man with a busy mind, that has been lulled into a state of blissful surrender, nurtured by nature, uplifted by a majestic, timeless magic, sandwiched between a limitless sky and a sandy crust, moistened and energised by a dynamic, relentless shush of timeless waves.

There is nary a better feeling.

I am grateful. 

Grateful, grateful.
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humbled and comforted

25/7/2014

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This is today. New Brighton beach in Northern New South Wales. I snapped this shot before an afternoon walk and swim. While I was immersed in the ocean I thought about what it is that drives me to enter the sea on a daily basis, what the reward is. I actually started speaking out loud about it, free versing while being lapped by the waves, expressing the moment to myself and the omniscient planet soul. I used a retarded Jerry Lewis voice for our amusement. 

What I came up with is this:

You enter the ocean. It is a massive body of energy, the biggest on the planet. You connect with it. You give yourself to it. You become one with it. It is soothing, embracing, invigorating. It is a pure force of nature. You commune with it. Float, frolic, flap around. Play.

Then, above you - the sky. It is majestic and limitless. I looked up and realised that there is no end to where I am gazing. It goes on and on. And on and on. The sky is infinity. It is a window to eternity. Timelessness, a universe. A galaxy. All right there. Up there, above.

So, the ocean comforts and the sky humbles. I am comforted and humbled. This is a good combination. I feel surrender and awe. Giddy with the realisation that life itself is beyond comprehension. But that doesn't matter. All I have to do is splash around. A teeny, tiny little human. Living in the moment. One with the sea and and the sky. One with everything.


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