Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Core Concept

On the path of life one ventures,
Twisting, leaping, in a direction or three at once,
And yet all three one day one may find,
Are just one, long, intertwined path,
Of illusionary elements that at their core,
Are all of the exact same kind.

‘Tis the illusion that gains us this clarity,
That we constantly appear to seek,
Hilariously venturing through apparent smog,
Evolving our brains ‘till we think we’ve found our way through,
Thinking there’s some amazing destination,
Only to find ourselves still sitting on the exact same log.

For though we’ve ventured, evolved, transpired,
We’ve learned a lot, changed everything and grown tired,
When we strip back it all, sit, and prepare our next step,
Knowing of the illusion we’ve cleared that’s at our back,
We can see now all the variants we’ve overcome,
Have essentially returned us back to our core concept.

A concept that has been with us our whole lives,
Whether we acknowledge it there or not,
Those whom seek rest assured shall find theirs,
Though it shan’t be what they think they’re looking for,
When they look they may see only that which they can see,
It shall not be revealed until the right moment rears…

Thus why one may seem lost in an illusion,
Illusion surrounded thickly by fog,
We can’t actually clear it while we’re ultimately inept,
Even then ‘tis merely a moment of enlightenment,
To guide our way forth from the moment,
That we gain a rare opportunity to realise that which is…
Our core concept.

Posted in Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers

May Their Phoenix Rise!

A delicate bird with clipped wings in a cage,
Whose beauty and elegance seems abounding,
Can only dream and sing their long days away,
Whilst pondering how the free birds spend their day.

Pondering what dew covered berries taste like off a bush,
As the sun kisses treetops good morning at dawn,
How an evening breeze would feel to glide home upon,
And what it would be like to harmonise with another’s song.

Yet within it’s well tended cage of metal and straw,
Comfort and safety reason away thoughts so free,
That our feathery friend seems content and happy,
Singing its song all day in and out as it believes ‘tis supposed to be.

Then one day evidently our little friend finds a door ajar,
Venturing out as cautiously as a timid kitten shy,
Leaving both cage and comfort further behind in each moment,
Until fearing their unknown is no longer a component.

Eventually this feathered beauty starts to heal,
From their traumatic past endured for so long,
Though the healing may at times seem traumatising within itself,
‘Tis ultimately better to withstand it than bury it upon a shelf.

Thus soon may come a time so empowering,
That they start to embrace their new chapter of life,
Allowing their inner phoenix to rise from their past strife,
Entering each new seraphic day increasing their new enchantment rife!