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April Poetry Challenge Days Four To Seven

Dream brother, where are you from?

A dense swarm of ancient stars.

Who are you and why are you here?

moon map   the smell of the moon

questions

Dream brother, I think I know who you are.

Through the static of my beliefs, I get a glimpse of you.

I’m so tired, brother. The universe is trying to tell me things.

But all I hear is a cacophony of sounds and confused messages.

moon map   the smell of the moon

questions

I know you are younger than me, brother.

Why do I feel so old?

listen   Here is a story.

First there is a feather, thrown about in the storm.

Vicious winds and it was even struck by lightning.

Then the roiling fog calms down and everything is clear.

The feather floats down, down, gently onto the glassy surface

Of a perfectly still and yet undulating sea of light.

Imagine that. Imagine that.

when I do not understand,

let myself not understand

I will love instead.

I Open

Radical openness, sweet vulnerability

Such is that which crushes my limitations

And lifts me up in excruciating flight

Into the light

I shall grow, broken wings and all

Then envelop the world in magic


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Living Below The Line

Tom Hiddleston is one of my favourite people in the world. And on his facebook page, I read that he is taking part in the Live Below The Line campaign.

Live Below the Line is a campaign that’s changing the way people think about poverty – and making a huge difference – by challenging everyday people to live on the equivalent of the extreme poverty line for 5 days. – See more at: www.livebelowtheline.com

I was interested in doing this as well until it suddenly occurred to me that I have… only it was unintentional. During my time at National Taiwan University, my father sent me limited funds because he believed I should work for my own spending. He also sent the money fairly unregularly. There were quite a few times when I was left hanging. I didn’t choose to work. Instead, I tried my best to get by with as little as possible. Most of the time it worked. There was one time, though, for reasons I cannot remember now, it was particularly bad. I could only survive on instant Milo packets and a loaf of bread for a week. At one point, I thought I was going to have a breakdown but I didn’t. I can say for sure that was not the worst week of my life but this is really not a very nice way to spend the rest of one’s life.

If you haven’t lived like this before, try it just for these five days. I know what poverty feels like because I have actually experienced it. That week wasn’t the first one although it was definitely the most extreme. Because I have lived like this before and, in a way still am, I understand the value of generosity and compassion. And that is a very big thing.


In Avalon

Lady of the Tree, The apple of life

Her lover is Odin, Merlin, Archangel Michael

She is an ancient and gnarled Tree of Antiquity

Her lush scent spreads across to the Lake of Mirrors

O Lady! Lady of the Lake

Collecting secrets, recording and offering them

Who is the next seeker, healer, experimenter?

Step forth! You are called.


Photographed by 押本龍一 at Kings Canyon National Park

When you were born on a misty morning,

Looking up to the sky,

The trees bent over you,

Whispering songs and prayers.


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April Poetry Challenge Day Three

Dream brother, where are you from?

A dense swarm of ancient stars.

Who are you and why are you here?

moon map   the smell of the moon

questions

Dream brother, I think I know who you are.

Through the static of my beliefs, I get a glimpse of you.

I’m so tired, brother. The universe is trying to tell me things.

But all I hear is a cacophony of sounds and confused messages.

moon map   the smell of the moon

questions

I know you are younger than me, brother.

Why do I feel so old?

listen   Here is a story.

First there is a feather, thrown about in the storm.

Vicious winds and it was even struck by lightning.

Then the roiling fog calms down and everything is clear.

The feather floats down, down, gently onto the glassy surface

Of a perfectly still and yet undulating sea of light.

Imagine that. Imagine that.

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