Really liking Cara Stein's posts and e book on finding your passion...
How to find your passion
Friday, 12 July 2013
Sunday, 24 February 2013
The sky and the clouds
Clouds cross horizons like our thoughts:
Fleeting, passing, impermanent
How long can we fixate a gaze
on a compelling distraction
until we notice new clouds come?
The sky is like our consciousness
So vast, clear, and pure it's
Canvas seems naked to the eye
Yet it frames pure potential
Patiently watching the brushstrokes
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Haiku poems
when I die I am
not lost only transformed
like ice to water
returned to the sea
waves of nurtured harmony
wash throughout all things
not lost only transformed
like ice to water
returned to the sea
waves of nurtured harmony
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Glimmers of Summer
Their legs lay nine lengths above the shoreline
Brown skins glistening with salt crystals refracting
The Godly words of WM Paul Young's The Shack
Capetown city bowl now a fading cacophony
Evaporated in the heat of baking torsos, then carried
By the breeze over rumbling sea water waves
Weathered granite-cove walls fix curious gazes
On the fortunate beings hitting beach bats
Or playing with the powerful wave surges
Colossal sea weed branches bask on the surface
Like scattered bodies returned to their natural state
Both belonging and splendidly oblivious
Daylight colours magnify under the mediums of
Brown skins glistening with salt crystals refracting
The Godly words of WM Paul Young's The Shack
Capetown city bowl now a fading cacophony
Evaporated in the heat of baking torsos, then carried
By the breeze over rumbling sea water waves
Weathered granite-cove walls fix curious gazes
On the fortunate beings hitting beach bats
Or playing with the powerful wave surges
Colossal sea weed branches bask on the surface
Like scattered bodies returned to their natural state
Both belonging and splendidly oblivious
Daylight colours magnify under the mediums of
Sunlight, sea air, Ray Bans, and visceral lenses where
Time has found itself full and meaningless
Time has found itself full and meaningless
Saturday, 6 October 2012
To Tracey and Sunil - Wedding Reading
I used to wonder how you might look
How you might be
What you might do
What together we’d see
I spent a long time looking
I just never seemed to find
Someone who was sweet
Clever, cute, and kind
And then i met you
At our friends wedding
And it soon it became clear
Along the same path we're heading
We dated intensively,
You even stayed with your cousins
When driving for hours to see me
Not just once or twice per week, but dozens
I was the storm
And you were its eye
We knew that this chemistry
We had to try
I see the intensive
Dating as a reflection
of the depth of our feelings and
strength of our affection
And every day I grow in the
Garden we've planted together
With our balancing forces
It will flourish, forever
Because I don’t want to be
Anywhere else when I’m with you
Nowhere else to be
Nothing else to do
Love is present
In the acceptance of now
In this moment together
It's beautiful how
In the white of your eyes
I am freed
Of all other want
Or selfish need
In the tone of your voice
I am healed
With the warmth of your touch
I can feel
What it is to love deeply
To be committed truly
To give our word
To each other, duly
So with family and friends
Present to see
Let this love be celebrated
And let this love be free
Eastern Eyes - Performed at Bestival
When I see you
I melt into your big brown eyes
Those dark eye lashes dazzle
Luring me in like a pitcher plant
You’re transfixing me
Bewitching me like
Some she-dervish...
And then you set me whirling
Slow at first,
Till I’m twirling
Round and round
Your hazel sheathed pupils
Then comes your hair
Curly and complex like your emotions:
Love and jealousy murge
Into one intense expression
I consider how your
Culture carves chasms
Into your neural pathways,
Like my culture moulds mine
Yet it’s like scaling Constantine’s walls
When you are standing 10 feet tall
On the deeply rooted voices of your
Father, mother, their parents and theirs
Ancestral lineage is alive in you, a mystery
Spanning generations and first-borders
A wisdom of lifetimes, customs, and expectations
Passed from parents to daughters
Memories lie buried in your beautiful middle-eastern features:
Eleven thousand years of the Stone Age, Troy, Smyrna, Homer;
Of Alexander, Rumi, St Paul; Hafiz, Attar and
Continued attempted conquests of Constantinople
Your ancestry blows minds back to the origins of humanity
Far from modern, westernised urbanity,
Beyond the backgammon, belly dancing, and Sufis, beyond
The wild beauty of the Kuchka mountains and the fires of Olympus
The sheer age of collective human experience
Once told by the Mongolian phonetics and clicks of tongues
Hangs in the air, held in place by Crusader’s turrets, that now
Reverberate with the megaphone verbatim of mosques
And here I stand, of Western European descent
Amazed by and immersed in the culture of you
Gigantesque in comparison to my own,
Its intrigue takes me far from home
And all I can is to honour you and your family -
Thanks for taking care of me
Now that I’m more wise
Seeing life through eastern eyes
Friday, 7 September 2012
Reading List
Here is my list of books to read:
Thinking in Systems - D.H.H Meadows
Small is Beautiful - E F Schumacher
Hopes and Prospects - Noam Chomsky
The Essential Chomsky - Noam Chomsky
Growth Fetish - Clive Hamilton
Requiem for a Species - Clive Hamilton
Thinking, Fast and Slow - D. Kahneman
The Zeronauts - John Elkington
Whats Stopping You - Robert Kelsey
The Power of Unreasonable People - John Elkington
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