Category Archives: manifestation

Thrown away the key

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On the edge of atrophy,

rampant revolution with the sea breeze,

brewing in the air,

the mist, beware.

We no longer have a care,

for the now frozen lakes far off in another galaxy,

the little people are free

weeds surround the beautiful sweet flowers that breathe,

life into the ether as between the lines we read,

grow, uproot, resist, feed,

through perpetual death and rebirth on the shores of grand rising we bleed,

transformative, awakening from the haze,

fires blaze,

as seasons change

earthy, watery an elemental stage,

passage through the malaise,

wounds cut open and the memories fade,


it’s too late and we can no longer wait,

sitting ducks and enslaved,

You may have thrown away the key,

but this you did not foresee.






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Drew my circle above and around me,

Testing all that tries to plant a seed,

maybe of doubt,

to just let go and allow,

In all truth I dont want any more,

everything that once was has dissolved on the shores,

melted into the sand, the waters have washed away and worn

I can now see the cycles of time and folklore,

We have waded through the nettles,

the process begins with the base metal

once the dust has finally settled,

out of time and out of place,

clocks ticking, no more attempts at trying to save face.

Going at pace,

exiting out of their rat race,

In this shadow world,

We observe,

Go back within to retrieve all that was lost,

reclaimed what is ours and pay the cost,

for apathy and denial, beyond each and every trial,

sugar coated and adorned,

still a new moment is born,

from ashes we rise forth,

we are the roses that bloomed yet are protected by thorns,









The Unknowing

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Stepping out of the way,

to let the sun peek through misty skies and bring in a new day,

Only time will truly tell,

creating space between ecstatic joy and hell,

These words are my spell,

spells cast as old foundations have crumbled and fell,

and it is just as well.

Just as clothes well worn,

soon become torn,

as such new ideas are born.

Birthed with the coming of the dawn,

the morning after every storm.

At a cross road,

Juncture point where yellow lines erode,

the place where its time to let go and some-how just know,

whether to move towards,

the oncoming tempest or safely climb on board,

the train that just the like the compass always seems to point north.


A paradigm shift

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When the clouds covered the sun,

we thought that all the fun was gone,

as the day took a turn,

the illusions that had become,

patterns in the blurry light to hide reality dissolved so that we are one,

with the shadow from which we once did run,

masses of birds seem to have been unleashed,

towards the ocean they flew, from their cages they were released,

varying degrees of these creatures were seen.

the deceased, aspects and old ideas that cease,

to find their place in a world of greed,

where we are constantly deceived,

where so many do not achieve,

unless we are compelled to leave,

every limited belief,

move into a place where we can breathe,

fully without having to grieve

for these ideas that were merely conceived,

still just a seed,

not crystallised into form,

weathered by these storms,

as subconsciously we absorb,

the rain that is now starting to pour.

the opening of new doors,

washing away of old paradigms that serve us no more.



The cure

Read all the books in the world,

but at the end of the day the real cure seems a little absurd,

to all those who haven’t walked for you,

crossed the ocean blue for you,

what you know to be true,

surpassed the advice,

in favour of something nice,

here is a cosmic high five,

an invitation towards ever faster manifestation,

tapped into a new calling, an idea unfurling,

does not even have to take much time,

today turns into tomorrow, destroyed the sorrow,

dreamscape became not an escape but something we made,

truth is there isn’t a unanimous cure for everyone,

this only understood by some,

two sides to the self,

this only realised to the extent that we are open,

differences abound, all around,

In this knowing I will never mould,

a square into a circle, round,

myself into an idea they have found.




Pick up the pen and re-write

Something I realise, as someone who likes to write,

about life and it’s strife,

is that try as we might, to disprove and ignite, the flames of worry in our mind,

we end up perpetuating further undesirable cycles without respite,

So take time to re-write the story of your life,

Deconstructing and rewinding,

stepping back and finding,

that even though not everyone is on board,

and tempting as it may be to lose sight of this cause,

once this far gone we simply cannot pause,

its worth the small strugges,

little troubles,

they say love not fear,

but you cant quite understand so you don’t even hear

in the grand scheme of things,

what I mean is,

in the face of our bliss,

the fear comes in the form of excuses and doubt.

sometimes slow down,

we must go in to get out,

to reach new grounds,

let them not silence the sounds,

of discernment and awareness,

in the sea of stillness, heard ripples of new shores,

and so the small trip ups and flaws,

now make so much sense and therefore,

they matter no more…



It’s storming out there


On the darkest eve of mother moon,

A new cycle starts soon,




none the less,

look at the mess,

Storming seas,

born out of a little breeze

they rage out there,

rebellious, time to play fair

A temper we shall no doubt observe

if we carry on abusing mother earth.

World in chaos.


She is more than cross.

today, changes abound.

I write,

these eyes,

oblivious and blind,

from time to time.

see more than what is beyond these three dimensions,

a startling realisation,

non resistant in nature and free of condemnation,

now I know for sure,

the proof just can’t be ignored.

from what i’ve seen

where i’ve been

I cant deny

and I cannot lie.

You don’t need to understand how and why,

for me it is enough to try,

from where I am sat,

I can see the way that,

things play out,

interconnection, frustrating, imperfect, but at the end of the day all is sound.

Lets not overcomplicate this,

all I want to say is,

…even though its not always such a delight

I’m certainly not stopping this plight,