What have we taught our children?

We've taught them about nearly
Nearly old, cool, pretty enough


We've taught our children

To constantly live in the nearly
Children wanting desperately to be
All the while missing out on being

It's easy to look at kids and say

I was never in a hurry to grow up
I was never rude to my parents
We never had those issues...
Back when we were kids

But who created these changes?

Was it the toddlers
Who wear miniature adult clothes
Or the adults who manufacture them

Was it the girls
Who want dolls with sexy clothes
Or the adults who market and buy them

Was it the teenagers
Who dabble in drinking and violence
Or the adults who advertise them
With infantine sterotypes

Families who role model abuse?

And so it goes on
In an endless cycle of blame
Until somebody stops blaming

And starts listening

Maybe we can win back
Their trust love and respect
And they can win back ours

When we become models of Being

Human, whole, complete, present

Not waiting for our big moment
But here for them

Right Now

PICTURE

Paper
Turning into
A token of the sensual
A precious vestige of humanity
Hanging on as the wheels of history
Inch forward through to the technological age
The innately satisfying scratch of pen on paper
Liquid paints soaking in as luscious strokes absorb
Into the greedily porous material changing the way
A picture looks, blurring of the edges make it an image
Reflective of its former self but never the same
Blending, seeping, encompassing, absorbing
The other colours highlighting the grandeur
Emphasising the blemishes of our culture
Blending, seeping, absorbing
Finding ourselves enhanced
Integrating the humanity
Of experience
Into reality
Forever


PICURE - COLOURED CREPE PAPER

free

to be

who i am

just who i be
is it me
who is
free
free indeed
just me wholly
as meant to be
being free as
free can
be



PICTURE - ROYALTY FREE STOCK PHOTOS

luck...

An unrelated series of events bestowed upon us by the Gods of Providence

An incarnation as a mouse being toyed with then eaten by the cat

Feeling the hope for escape gradually ebb until life seeps away completely

The cat, lithe, superior, callous, intent on savouring the meal ahead

Confident the existence of this mouse is solely to satisfy it's appetite

The victim of a subterfuge, a scam, a sham, somebody else's agenda

Being blown along, at the mercy of what might happen next

The perpetrator, wounding a victim through thoughtless words and deeds

Sliding into the role of aggressor, fitting someones idea of who they are..again

or...

Something we choose to make for ourselves every morning when we open our eyes

A decision we stick with when things seem tough, unfair or inexplicable

Having the courage to face another day when it all seems too *&^$ing hard

Those little choices we make to stay on track when it would be easier to just give in

To another person's agenda, opinion or intent for us..'coz that's how it's always been

Luck, to me, is a choice to define who I am on my own terms

Every day I have the right to deal with my life in a way that fulfills me

Blaming circumstances is tiring and hinders the opportunity for a better outcome

I choose to make my own luck.

PICTURE-COLOURFUL LUCKY FISHES-YANG YULIANG

SPACE
MUST you sneeze inside my ear
and must you suck upon my hair?
Must you throw that bowl so far
while singing twinkle little star?
Must you follow me around
so very close without a sound?
So stepping back on little fingers
screams inside my head still linger.
We are still one, we're not yet two
I am old and you are new.
Bound by love, frustration all
power divine for one so small.
MUUUUMMY
Space is but a dream of mine
sleep my elusive valentine...

PICTURE - THE LOUVRE

BIRTH

muscles clench

...and release...

immediacy of task

moving into the world

no way out but through

gripping, primeval, raw

ultimately human

alive, slippery,beautiful

so warm, so complete

here at last....

sky
azure blue
corn shining green
magical glimmer enlivens me
sun hope and heart warming radiation
permeates the hibernation of the meanwhile
until I join the sanctity of my little garden world

GLASS
Glimmering in the sunshine
Elusive as a ghost
Cherry red and glorious
Fine grains of sand
Filtered, fired washed to nothingness
Stretched like some magnificent toffee
Endlessly tapering to a drizzling tail
A globe crimson Autumn
Viewed in a swirling mass of colour
A vision of transparency
Solid molten fire
Always moving, always changing
Showing me the world through
The lens of somebody's creation