Creative Coping


Plan
September 2, 2008, 8:45 pm
Filed under: control, earth, healing, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , ,

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

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Cuttings
September 2, 2008, 8:41 pm
Filed under: control, destiny, earth, growth | Tags: , ,

To worry is to predict shoots

On a sapling

No tree can be planned,

No sprout withdrawn,

Only cropped.



In the park
September 2, 2008, 8:40 pm
Filed under: earth, eating, food | Tags: , , ,

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.



Heart, rain and ribs
July 13, 2008, 6:56 pm
Filed under: earth, thrill, Uncategorized, weather | Tags: , , , , , ,

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 .



Beginner’s Autogenics
June 26, 2008, 8:58 pm
Filed under: autogenics, control, earth, hair, healing, health, heat, light, strength, thrill, willpower | Tags: , , , , ,

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.



Crystals aren’t just for hippies
June 21, 2008, 10:02 pm
Filed under: crystals, destiny, earth, healing, health, hope, intuition, minerals | Tags: , , , , , ,

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.