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Remember this Day

18/11/2013

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Remember the time
The hour even
When it all turned around

It was a soft Wednesday in October and the air was crisp.
Blue skies hung above with wind blowing; shifting clouds that cast dancing shadows along the grassy terrain.

The old familiar under-layer
Relax.  First relax deep, then the anger is there like a defence to keep out.
A warning that there is a difficult trail ahead.

Accept it.
Embrace it.
Use it.
Meet it head on like a great wave roughly tumbling a ship at sea

Must move past
See what lies beneath
Seems to be deep grief

So much sadness
So much pain
So much suffering
Buried beneath a red hot inferno of rage that lashes out at all it can

Let go
Let me go
Take a seat
There is a slight breeze on this autumn day and it brings the spirits out to help

Listen carefully to this whispering
Let go of the anger
Letting go of the grief
The present awaits...

Remember this day
When you learned to pay attention
When you no longer needed to run away

No focused gaze but a soft set of eyes accept all there is to see.  From the corner moves something.

Orange and brown leaves tumble down from the trees preparing for winter.  We layer up whilst they strip down.

A pair of small dogs come and yapp you back to reality but everything has changed.

Remember this day.
When first you found that portal to calm seas.
When no longer did anger grief and grief hide fear.

Nothing to fear.
Nothing to lose

No expectation
No suppositions

Only a flow which has every life connected and going along like those breezy clouds in the ever-changing sky.
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Hello Mr. Bee

14/11/2013

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A beautiful bee landed on my hand whilst writing.

Long, hairy and clean; an audience for me and my thoughts in the cool autumn sun.

No thought of sting till some time passed

At the start, only happy for the beautiful company
He listens so well...

The sting
   So much beauty always has a sting
   A natural defence

Value is the worth the risk.

Hello Mr. Bee
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Cornbread Nonsense and Pause

14/11/2013

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Spare me the cornbread
   That's not my bag
Not after the blood sweat and tears that I've had.
Wait

No sense in that
Keep up the pacing
Burn all the fat
   Till your body
   Nearing the point of exhaustion and spacing

Fights back to the front and all down the side
What a ride to confide your loss of pride taken in stride

But what of the cornbread?

Where does that fit in?
Surely if you keep trying on day you will win.

What you might ask? 

Win athletes houses
Win Athletes! Go!
Wait...
How many athletes do you know?

PAUSE FOR REALITY

A very large bee just landed on my hand on this fine Thursday morning with the sun shining and the trains whipping past below.
What a beautiful coat of yellow and black
yellow and black
yellow and black

Clean yourself up little guy 
Your limits are the sky...
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The Surge Inside

1/11/2013

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Feeling a surge after the great purge of negative out unto the world at large.
Is this what you envisaged when you passed the torch that could take the darkness and turn.
Why didn't you put up a fight?
Are you afraid you might enjoy yourself?
That would e such a shame for a lame brain half wit like you who can only count one then two.
No need for more
Two is enough as long as you got the right stuff
Not all can be trusted with the knowledge passed.
A wonder you managed to survive but I will one day thrive
Put my money where my mouth is but I best clean up first.  This shits gotta flow or else be well rehearsed.
There is a line there
Between practice an flow, between mind and connection, between substance and form.
This is something that all artist know
Our job is to walk the line and bridge the gap.  Give all the normals something to wonder and think at.
Gaze inside and sally forth
Time to test your worth...
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