A Call to Change

A Call to Change the lives of our children,
Packaged of each day to an educational illusion,
Where measurement decrees the value of their worth,
Not accounting for their experiences, their talents from birth.

Pressurised they rebel,
From the expectations we expel,
The virtue of winning,
Underwriting themselves.

The community values those high achievers,
Plastering their names across newspapers as winners.
The untold story of the struggle to just breathe,
As more and more pressure is applied to their lives.

Their worth is bound up in a score of their schooling,
Teachers t net worth is in their hands of their students,
Parents buy in uplifted when the child does well,
And scathing of lack of effort when they sit in a hole.
Blameing the internet and other vices to explain the disinterest
This vicious cycle of pinning it all on the winning.

And what does this score mean in the light of the day,
It measures not the struggles,
Not the abuses,
Not the pressures,
Not the passions,
Not the light,
Not the success,
Not the future…

Wound up in a society that buys into this thing called education,
That its is the be all and end all…
It’s not working to enhance the lives of our children,
But creating a petri dish to grow anxiety and depression,
A space of harm.

I do not know if I have explained my self well
I feel like curling up in a ball and crying
Watching the struggle and pain of so many
Surely there is a way for our young to be nurtured,
For their strengths and deep deep beauty to light up their days.
This pain that they experience destroys so much of their knowing,
Reducing them to a space where it is hard just to get up,
And we keep sending them off to this system of cruelty,
That is run with the best of intentions, with caring wonderful people.
As a teacher myself I am in the space of confusion,
Loving the teaching and nurturing of young people.
It is not the places per se, but the way that they finish,
All in one year they must step up to an un-ending measure.

I have no answers, but I pray for a change,
For inspired ideas to take hold and retrain,
A system that is flawed and no longer meets our young peoples needs,
Allowing the spread of depression and anxiety instead.

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Fragments

Spinning out into our thoughts,
Connected beyond the limits,
Flitting between you and me,
Out of the grasp of reason.
You challenge me to be more than I think,
But I am you and you are me,
The being within, fragments into pieces,
To far flung realms, we will be.
Morphing between realities,
Cross marked upon my forehead,
Going within, enlivening her power,
Strong and feminine, rising in stature.
The fractures make way for new beginnings,
Trusting in self and this path we are living,
United we dance our way whilst singing,
The songs of our heart, connectedly loving.

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Burnt out

Burnt out, I need to rest,
Comfort in a white fluffy rug, blest,
Close my eyes, to let in healing dreamily,
Escape beside the river with my wolf and teepee.
Choosing when it is time to hide,
From the ego driven busy-ness of a life so dry,
Fatigue will set in if I do not restore,
The energy that I expend to keep peace in my world.
With my head now heavy, and eyes closing shut,
I bid you farewell, for this moment…but
Once more I will return to walk the Earth anew,
With joyful endeavours and a heart that’s always true.

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Spectrum of life

In the colored spectrum of life,
Much goes unseen,
The little moments of joy,
Wiped over so quickly.
Disappearing beneath,
The tyranny of complaints,
Of focussing on what’s wrong,
Negating the great.
The truth of our lives,
Gets lost in the misery,
Dis-stress of the way,
Life could of been,
The expectations of shoulds,
Rule the empire of doing,
Being leaves through the door,
And loathing slips in through the cracked window.
Rise up out of the abyss,
Seek the time of existing,
Reveal the inner workings of being,
Empty of outcomes,
The worth of each step,
Is not for your knowing,
It connect more tightly,
With the love that keeps growing.
The world pulses on,
Without skipping a beat,
This superficial living,
It’s importance, overrated,
Be quick not to judge,
For there is nothing lesser,
Than to hold others to,
Your limiting standards.
Drive now upon this path,
To a new way of being,
Lift your self beyond the ordinary,
Embrace the spectrum of life.

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Earthly Waiting

Sitting and pondering,
Still in Being,
Present to each raindrop,
Sinking into oblivion,
Swept upon the winds
Soaked into the land,
Wending through caves,
Blistering up again.
Silence in the Peace,
Busy-ness without doing,
Thoughts rampantly vent,
Revealing nothing,
Cycling through the countryside,
Too close to get perspective,
We are living a life of wonder,
Amidst the heavenly chaos.
Supporting every breath,
Mother Earth stands as witness,
To he beauty held in each,
Her creatures for eternity,
Rising from within,
We deepen our connection,
The Universal energy,
Singing in our Earthly Waiting.

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Wondrous World

In this Wondrous World there is much to decide,
Choices to unravel, signs to recognise.
We wander near and far to discover our very meaning,
Whilst beating within our heart,
Is our radiating purpose.
No need to push or force any issues,
We are all that is needed,
Struggle is not what we’re given.
Hoisting the flag, surrendering to the flow,
We speed upon the energy waves,
The Universe brings us home.
Beauty ignites the desires for more,
Spurning our own selves,
We neglect who we are.
We are nature that surrounds, growing more beautiful each day,
We are the whispering winds,
The drenching rains.
Sunshine glistens upon the ripples of the water,
The wind spirits dance,
Spreading the glory,
With eyes, ears and heart we experience this wave,
Of all encompassing wonder,
The unique beauty of this day.

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Ever Deepening Healing

Supported by the Love,
Of the Universe expanding,
Opening the wounds perceived,
Ever deepening healing,
The woman stands content,
In the living breathing wisdom,
She is safe within her inner space,
Free as the wind ever billowing,
Her heart is free to love,
And loved she is without need for return,
Every dimension is her experience,
Embracing all, it’s everlasting,
She takes it all in,
Letting go,
It’s her turn now,
To overflow,
She transmutes the pain of the past,
To create her new being that…
Is here to last.
 

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The Woman Within

The brightness of the sky
Filled with clouds
Shrouding not a moment of glory
Feeling lifted up
The world just beginning
All is perfectly timed
The woman within
Swirling in delight
Her voice heard belting out
Her song of brilliance and light
Lifted upon Love
Truth lighting her soul
Connecting with delight
Mother Earth’s beat
Resounding with greatness
Her boom, echoing
Heralding the beginning
Renewing, growing, blooming
Flourishing.

 

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Energy Alive

Unmounting the ordinary,
Enlivening the rare,
The ones that are thought filled,
Emotions that care.
Unleashing the storm,
Valued for less than worth,
Growing to extend beyond this space,
Encompassing all of the Earth,
Expounding virtues of hope,
Love, Truth, Light,
Grace, Beauty, Emote,
Sounding through day and night,
There is no holding back,
This Energy is Alive,
Freeing you of heavy bound shackles,
Past fleeting to its only residence,
Gone disappeared dissolved,
Set free, alive, energetic being,
Shine brightly, live, breathe
Knowing you are more Alive,
The more you trust and thrive.

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Dawning age

Drawn and alone, laying in the time of awakening, eyes crusty with sleep, bones creaking without moving, head swimming with the barely memory of dreams that have floated in and now gone, the warmth of sleep still pervading, can’t she return to her souls keep.
There is no script or how to thrive in this world of the living, no single path appears, it’s more of a Fibonacci spiral, arms all heading off in many directions but so interconnected that they create another spiral in the opposite direction. imagesMore like dodgem cars she feels that her life has been bumping it’s way through, occasionally getting stuck, more often out of control. So the challenge she is fearing is getting out of that car, walking her own way, without limits, without a rule book. Her intuition is her guide, her values her decision maker, she shakes off the doubters and those that belittle her, she knows that this way forward is with in her reach, love truth and light, it is what she needs. Still she rolls back over, enjoying the post slumber, the warmth of her bed, that support it has provided her, she wants to put off stepping away from all she knows, just for another minute, for once she starts, there is no return.
Awaken now and begin this day, the beauty of this morning beckons you to play, the sun will great you through the crisp morning air and you will truly awaken to the dawning age.
One step is all she needs to take, will she find the courage, will she leave the comfort of all she knows, will she aspire to live a life full of purpose and unleash the strength and power of this woman within. Will she fight her own thought demons that try to keep her small, in the land of needing acceptance and avoiding the cruel judgement of difference, will she trust that she has everything she needs to support her within, will she shed that which is old programming and truly begin. The wait begins, to see what happens, she will start… It’s just one step….

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