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With the modern poets of rhythm and rhyme touch upon these visions sublime.
Hold your head up tall with the mad poets of the fall. And listen to the freedom call of the female poets of the fall.
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See the tarot symbols dance and twirl, As new meanings and understanding unfurl…
The stars are out The moon is open, The masks are speaking through hidden eyes The night of rituals is beginning. The look of doubt Performers coping, Old masks speaking truths so wise Small children’s voices chant their singing.
Drums echo through Mother Earth and God’s skies The wind picks up above bushman’s cries, The fire alit and spitting generous flames of initiation The waterfall circle pours loudly over the nation. The moon is full and the stars are shining The first man begins his speech to clockwork timing, The sense of apprehension and mystery in the eyes of the village The red wine is opened with caution and drunk from the cup without spillage.
The women and men forming patterns on the sand The shadows of majestic beings holding out their hands, The wine is passed and sipped elegantly out of each palm The anxiety quietens and the tradition begins in a breath of calm. I stand and watch the spectacle from below My eyes glistening as I watch the initiation unfold and grow.
Be mighty village men and women alike Children come forward and begin your righteous fight, Be welcomed into the new year of season Know yourselves and fulfill your reason. Smile and take your stand For you have carved your footprint on your earth, on your sand,
Let it begin and never end For rituals are repeated, adapted Your ritual is your village friend. Let the drums strike louder Let the fire spit its passion right out, Let the water embrace and hold you Let your love and commitment outshine any shadow of doubt.
Be still within From this moment forth the ritual can begin.
A Poem with Love by Deidre Le Patourel One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets
We broken children of a dying mother We who feel her rape within ourselves We of all skins we brothers, we sisters whose hands shake and whose hearts weep begging for mercy, for sustenance and for freedom.
She who gave her children for your wealth she who bore me pale so that I may know privelege she who is brutal because she has only known your brutality She seeks mercy, she desires to feed her children and to see them free.
We africa we that are separate we seek salvation in unity we beg mercy for our mother who is mother to you all.
A Poem of Hope by Daniel Bernberg One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets
i stood on the knife-edge an intoxicating vista a desolation wilderness
the shadowbird with implacable eyes moved over gliding landed i became a veil in a whirlwind
your words make me soar to the sun catch a solar wind glide around fingertips trailing moondust roaring into the atmosphere and gently landing in your arms
i am dying little deaths as i spiral into a void dying to everything i hear your voice echo across time like butterflies touching here and there
a poem of freedom by Louis Franco One of the Simple Life Cavalier Poets
My mind has been busy for a long time, busy with distractions, busy with fear, busy with wanting, busy with talking, busy with restlessness and longing for things I’m told I should have, want, need at all costs, costs to me, costs to soul, costs to them, us, you, country, world, universe.
I longed for silence, but silence is an absence, it is nothing and there is nothing to fill the space between, the space between the between, the gap, the hole, the body that is me that I don’t want to see.
And slowly the glimmer of the whole, the all, the connection, the being, the moment, the lifetime, the lifetimes, the journeys, the heart, the love.
My mind is no longer busy, It’s no longer silent, it has found its twin, the heart and they talk all the time.
A Poem with Love by Colette Aikman One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets
I am seven years old and visiting my grandparent's home. They live in a small village called Greylingstad. Their house sits on the top of a hill and in front of their garden wall there is a large open veldt covered with wild flowers.
I have great fun running full-tilt down this hill jumping over the flowerblooms and at this age it feels as if I am soaring at least six feet over these plants.
As I fly over a yellow flower something makes me look down and I then experience my first metaphysical moment - a moment of such awe and wonderment that even today when I am almost 70 years old, I can still very clearly remember that moment!
Sitting on that yellow flower is a fluffy yellow spider which may have been small but in relation to me then, it looks huge. What enchants me is its ability to blend so beautifully with the flower - to be so in tune with its world - to have the ability to be an extension of the flower and the rest of nature.
Today I feel grateful for that moment because I believe that is where my yearning to go on this journey into the esoteric world and experience all the wonders that are on offer, started.
A life journey poem by Reyna One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets
'I learnt how to kayak today, from a shoreline out to a foreign Island land I became in tune with something, a universal stillness ~ Both in the water, immersed in African sand
'I kayaked out for over an hour each way, A new discovery ~ a new adventure in my day! En route I found a beach land, isolated and not yet owned by the human pocket… Others I glimpsed diving and splashing playfully in serene waters still… I learnt the value of life being here, and the canvas being there, but not – For the universe already exists; it works with us always, Even when it has been forgot!
'I swam like a dolphin, free of fear and free of pride, I learnt how to kayak today ~upon each ripple I moved the oar and worked with it side by side. I visited the Island today ~ full of birds, arid grounds and waters blue, I stood on a mountaintop and heard whispers, whispers from my heart ringing universally true!
‘Time melted as I worked every muscle in my tanning arms, Worries subsided, as each breath was a breath of calm. And when I stopped and listened to the eagles of the sun, I knew it was all me, that my journey had just begun.
‘And as I felt myself being re-born, I knew my life had become a result of every rose and every thorn – And yet I planted each rose, and yet I created each thorn, So in between this paradox I realized my heart was torn.
‘When every other ‘out there’ replaces their dreams with daily chores… When all of ‘out there’ comments on your life to protect what they have not yet achieved, When all of ‘out there’ gave up true fulfillment and ran into greed…’ When ‘out there’ takes over what I only know for me, When ‘out there’ tries to change my life so we are both no longer free…
‘When each face you come across advises your steps along your own path, When you give into how you would be best – Only to stumble upon what should and shan’t be ~ The fight between the head and the pulsing human heart.
‘I learnt how to kayak today and I knew it was just me ~ I learnt how to love again, That I am really free. I learnt that within this freedom I can claim what is mine, I learnt that I am not alone, that I work with the silent laws ~ That freedom does not operate in a space of time.
‘I saw each fisherman as a soul living here on earth, Instances of racism dissolved as I felt the power of the Mother giving birth! And with each wave and smile I shared, I learnt how to kayak, how to be with me within me, within it all And to not be scared..!’
A Poem with Love and Treasure Adventure Spirit by Deidre Le Patourel One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets
There is mystery, magic and power in the Tarot and there are miracles. If you will allow it. The tarot is a tool you can use to touch the mysteriousness and magic of our existence here on earth. With it you can work miracles in your life. But the cards are only a tool. If you open yourself to what they are telling you, and if you are prepared to act on what you discover, then the possibilities are unlimited. Extract from Walking on Air by Michael Corcoran
The Lovers
Angelic wings bring harmony And sunlight fills your world And hand in hand Your woman and man Create what you desire.
From Eden’s perfumed Fruitful grove You were once cast out But now you see That the apple tree Is yours to have With all its Sacred wisdom.
Let the corporeal world Be the mirror of your soul And blend conflicting elements With the angel’s guiding hand To make a world Of peace and truth Where you may dwell in love.
A Poem of magic and mystery by Michael Corcoran One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets
Beyond the physical is a world we can only reach through our contact with our inner realms. There are many ways of achieving this. Throughout history, and beyond, human beings have created many paths to this inner reality. The Tarot is one of these. Extract from Walking on Air by Michael Corcoran
Knight of Swords
Oh! Go forward With all the passion Of one lusting for battle. Seize the moment In swift footed joy. Allow yourself to embrace Danger, pain, death Victory and pleasure With the enthusiasm Of a child rejoicing In the sparkling waters Of a new found ocean. Take up your sword And challenge the morning. Give it the battle cry “Life, love, freedom”!
A Poem of magic and mystery by Michael Corcoran One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets
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