It is said, in China
“If you stand anywhere
In the Middle Kingdom
And turn 180 degrees
You will surely see
Another human being”
“If you stand anywhere
In the Middle Kingdom
And turn 180 degrees
You will surely see
Another human being”
Tag: postaday
Walkabout
I go on walkabout
With my dilly bag
Spear thrower and spears
And a goose feather fan
No more than that
But a song in my heart
The song of my spirit
The song of the land
With my dilly bag
Spear thrower and spears
And a goose feather fan
No more than that
But a song in my heart
The song of my spirit
The song of the land
The twisty-turny road
The best roads
The most interesting ones
Are the twisty-turny ones
With a steep incline
Or descent
The most interesting ones
Are the twisty-turny ones
With a steep incline
Or descent
Realms as beautiful as any I could imagine
Travel brings me
To realms as strange
And exquisite
As divine and beautiful
As any I could imagine
Or read about
Or discover
In the photographs of others
To realms as strange
And exquisite
As divine and beautiful
As any I could imagine
Or read about
Or discover
In the photographs of others
Nature’s Cathedral
Nature was building
Cathedrals to touch the sky
Long before we
Ever came along
Cathedrals to touch the sky
Long before we
Ever came along
A world of my own making
I live in a world of exquisite beauty
Fantastical in form
Vibrant in colour
A sensual delight
Of textures
Rough and smooth
Fantastical in form
Vibrant in colour
A sensual delight
Of textures
Rough and smooth
I live in a world
Of song and voice
Of love and wisdom
Time walked here
Time walked here
Aeons ago
Leaving its footprints
On the landscape
Aeons ago
Leaving its footprints
On the landscape
Not to become
Icons of Hollywood
But to impress upon the inhabitants
Where the true source
Can be found
Unfathomable Wealth
What kind of person, with the power and resources to do so much for so many others, chooses instead to exploit them?
So I listen
Some days
There’s just not that much to look at
There’s just not that much to look at
So I listen
I can close my eyes
On any day
And just listen
But I prefer the fog
It is easier
To imagine in darkness
To create a world of light
In my mind
Leaping into disorientation
Sometimes I get confused
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
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