Inspired by The Amazing Randi
My mind is a forest.
An impossible cathedral
with boundless pillars of trunks
and coloured light spearing through
the stained glass of the canopy.
The truth and beauty of it are breath-taking!
And I walk through life
looking up at the light
with dry golden eyes,
ever so beautiful…
Until I trip over the roots,
twisted roots of my forest,
lies to myself and others,
grown out of fear,
and habit,
and kindness,
and love.
And I find myself
in the deep dark wood,
staring with dark green eyes
filled with tears
at the light ahead.
My roots,
my trees,
my pain,
my joy.
Tag: poetry
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Sad, but true
Russian, American, English, Egyptian – we are all suckers.
Christian, Muslim, Jewish or Buddhist – we are all suckers.
Labour, Conservative, Liberal, Democrat – we are all suckers.
We’ve sold our humanity for the right to belong. -
Colours Of Thought
The colours of thought
deep inside our minds,
behind the facade –
black, white and blood-red.
We can sing the rainbow,
we can paint the rainbow,
we can talk the rainbow…
but they remain
behind the eyes,
deep inside the soul,
the colours of emotion –
black, white and blood-red. -
Transformation
As we adapt to our world we also define it,
bending the space around the shell we build.
Spirals are best.