Tree of life

That tree of life so old and wise has seen so much beneath it’s ‘guise. The prosperous churn of the human burn, imploding itself in changes bold, no sense of life in new from old. Just ignorance cast On journey’s past. That tree of life looks on in fear as we the man leave nature…

Pay Attention

When self-doubt rolls along, when your fears swell within, when your journey seems stalled and your minds eye’s wearing thin. Ask that simple question, “What’s stopping me?” Then smile.   Smile at that true self, smile at that one you are, the one you’re becoming and do what that reptilian mind is telling you not…

Rich? Poor? No such thing.

The ocean shore laps the feet of the weary; energising both the same, the poor man’s soul, the rich man’s heart. Sparking ideas new, paths unimagined, visions of change, in the poor man’s riches, the rich man’s ego. Awakening gushing throws of dreams and goals, directions traced in the poor man’s knowledge, the rich man’s…

Take me with you

Take me with you On the journey that you’re on. Speak with the silent whispers From the place that I am from. Take me with you My bright spark will guide your way. From that ego-minded self To my space of warmth today.