Filed under: control, earth, healing | Tags: branches, luck, objectives, plan, risk, roots
List your objectives,
One two three.
Tick them all, perhaps.
But branches grow from
nodes unseen, wrought in
Secret, deep within the trunk;
Roots find water and,
Without reflection on Luck
Or Risk, drink deep, sending
High and varied growth
To greet wind and find sun
Filed under: control, destiny, earth, growth | Tags: planned, tree, worry
To worry is to predict shoots
On a sapling
No tree can be planned,
No sprout withdrawn,
Only cropped.
Two times me:
One here with cake I didn’t want
Already consumed,
One there, in the future
Maybe, or now, if I let her,
A better her.
This cafe’s by the the lake-
For longer than a cake
And a cup of lemonade
I’ve sat and thought,
Watching people pass,
Making what they can
Of squirrels in the rain-
Nowhere to go but round the lake,
Past swans and reeds
Again.
Filed under: earth, thrill, weather | Tags: air, chasing, racing, rain, ribs, soil, summer
Hear the thud, thud of my heart ,beat,
With the pitter patter of night rain
Racing through thin air
Soaking the summer soil
Chasing my blood to feed
My ribs’ teaming cargo .
Filed under: autogenics, control, earth, hair, healing, health, heat, light, strength, thrill, willpower | Tags: balding, earth, force, life, light, tree
A hot expanse swells below
This cafe floor, my Earth.
Above, if i picture it,
A bulb of light so large it might include a tree-
Between, am I, small and sitting-
Straight, I think, ready channel but feeble
Conductor.
Let Life Force strike light
Through a balding head
Into my woken soul.
Filed under: crystals, destiny, earth, healing, health, hope, intuition, minerals | Tags: citrine, core, earth, powerful, ring, rock, trone
Ring scratched me
Ring chose me
Ring rang bright
When I put it on-
True it rang,
With the truth of light
Filtered through fathomless
Aeons before molten bronze.
‘It’s a very powerful stone’, she said,
It knew me before I new it
It called me to it,
Its point, set in silver, dangled sharp
And chipped top finger flesh,
Exposing backstage blood and raw; but
Flesh flapped back and sealed beneath the ring-
A rock called citrine, post-card from Earth’s core.
