If I let myself cry it all out I will have
the patience and available shoulder
for others to cry too.

If I gently wipe away my tears, breathe,
and stand upright again, I will encourage
others to heal without force

If I walk with open eyes and and an
open mind I will remain curious about the
differences among my companions along
the journey, instead of being frightened
by them.

If I shield my truth at any moment for
shame, or worse, pride -  I will judge others
rather than be inspired by their determined
faith.

If I run and hide from adversity I won’t
run to anyone’s aide.

If I avoid conflict by allowing abuse
I won’t have the stamina to fight for
change.

If I let hurt increase my fears, my heart
will be stroked by paralysis and I will feel
nothing…for myself or anyone else.

Pain is the marker of how deeply I can feel
and how alive I am.  It teaches me what
I need to know about humanity - not to reject
it, but to embrace it - with all it’s flaws and fuckery.

To live in compassion means I must embrace
ALL of my life.

We Had Kingdoms First

We Fawn Over A Cocooning Catharsis

We Connect at the Root of a Beautiful Catastrophe

We Are Lighter Than All This

An Undulation to Higher Cycles

Some Walk Upright While Some Stay Wet…

In An Idiotropic ReBirth We Swim Up For Purpose

Mnemosyne Offers Spring for the Searching Soul

Conceived and Photographed by Berette Macaulay

Poetry Collab-Composition with Steve Urchin Wilson

Sound Collaboration Composition by Sawandi Simon

I’ve moved from self medicated

to self mediated…

next step is self meditated

foto by SeBiArt

Things move
Moment to moment
New worlds expanding
Galaxies of ideas in the
Vessel of Time
in which we imagine
our travel
Carrying pieces of dreams
wrapped in expectation
Weighted by fears
Floating like memories
On a string of delightful hopes
And exchanged through Love
Into the eternity of the unknown…



Freedom has the awesome responsibility to create a path of tranquility.

Freedom is the brother of bravery, the sister of courage, the father of defiance, the mother of hope and the child of sacrifice.

Freedom is the ability to cogitate without the threat of death or injustice.

by Roger C. Jeffrey

SubtleChangesInc.com

yup

poetic-werewolf:

Who you are isn’t something you can always put into words. Sometimes, who you are can just leave people speechless.