And looks onto auburn grass, brown raw earth,

What is it in the dirt which is so holy so pure?

Darkness- and potentiality in the cycles of the earth,

The grit, the stains, the pains absorbed in her womb,

Why do we not take care?

We think we are large and all-knowing but we are seeing shadows on the wall.

Why do we not learn from nature, from God?

Why do we pursue smoke in the air and glorify what is not real.

How do we not realise what matters?

The people, the air the fact that everything must be as is to be,

Why are all of you manic, why am I? Why have you prevented my freedom, all of our freedom.

Born of our reckless, monotonous, monoculture of a society.

Same old, same old,

fit in your box,

do as you are told,

Laugh when we say, because our God said so,

Why do they insist on death when they may choose life?

Break down, break down, shatter into pieces,

Why do you not awake from your slumber, you sleeping beauty?

I love you but you must awaken or I will surely die.

I must fight for my truthes, for my love to break the Tedium created.

I hope that each will animate your mind,

Not merely a pop-up but shifting into your consciousness,

mingling in your mind, soul irreversibily changing you, an egg boiled,

I require of you a stimulation, your reaction I will feel,

I write to feel your thoughts and hope this discourse is not so static,

But a meeting of two bodies springing creativity forth,

A chance coincidence changing the course of time.

And look past uncertainties and place yourself in another,

And give unto yourself?

Why are you so firm in your mind?

Why do you care about your opinion?

Are you just an opinion?

Do we not exist without justification, judgement?

Do we need to try so hard, to fight one another for things we both do not know but are exploring.

Why are we not in peace in our uncertainty for certainty in all is illusion and partly delusion.

When asking questions take all at heart,

Stop defending because there is nothing to defend,

We will all die in the end, only our own judgements and reputations to immortalise us and forever obscure us.

Glass streaks rainbows- we are like the hues a special aspect of everything but we must concede that we aren’t and then we will be like the earth.

sweet red fields of the country, full of poppy,

And the deep purple of bluebells,

The paysage a beautiful palette of him who is above,

And the new sprouting crops,

With shoots starting their race,

Earth restarting, renewing its mana,

Flowers colouring our world,

A renewed hope.

It’s in the mouth of a canyon,

Where is the love?

It’s in the hard shell of the oyster,

Where is the beauty?

It is hidden, but once you’ve found it your life is changed,

Where is the pearl?

She’s in my heart, in my heart.

It took so long to find her but she was there beating inside.

a fire that will never die,

no matter how dire my state,

I will tempt fate,

for the fire burns high,

envelops me,

I will be someone or something,

I will be a fire that lights a way,

A fire that desires truth and love,

No matter the suffering,

I will care and obey the light and fire through all.

Smile for me, why don’t you? Why do you hide?

Laughing, who is the manic and who is sane, all you sheep.

Ask yourselves, who do you see in your mirror?

Are you alright there, are you?

Ask yourselves what have you given up?

Are you real? Ask for, otherwise you will be tame.

Find the small voice in the din.

Why is the voice small?

Because of the mindless drone around you,

Realise you aren’t the stochastic, reverberating noise,

You are real.

You are sane.

You are a man,

But a part of more.

Find your sanity by questioning it.