A Day at a Time

Again

I am lying in the foetal position

Oblivions scrutiny screws with me

Such chaos leaves nothing to trust

Inner cold claims every good thing

Wounded by sudden thoughts

Headlines designed as weapons

In icy focus

Internal entanglement an insatiable trap

There is nothing I can say

I cry out with gibberish trying to sidestep language

Longing to utter answers unknown

Somehow the bonds must loosen and truth disperse desperation

Eventually sleep

With it the secret ordering of my mind

The morning a cave

To carve out the future again

Dancing With The Trees

Still night clean with wholesome energy. Fresh air set against cloudless silk. The dark and unbroken sky somehow smiling calm. I walk amongst a gentle garden with thoughts that mirror the night, ethereal nostalgic shimmers. Swaying emotion is charged and piled up in a wave like rhythm. Emotion stored to overflow on nights like this one. I find myself smiling and then soon I am dancing. Only me, no one to watch as I dance like I did as a toddler, for the sensation and moment. The joyous shedding of my disfigured heart, shrugging off the overwhelming absence of meaning. Sliding with the confusion of these days, shaking and stomping in step with the clarity of a single instant. Layer after layer of my decrepit uncertainty peeling back. Underwater feelings coming up to the surface finding a current in which to flow. Yes, I am lost, yes, I am enduring the agony of growing up, yet in the garden earphones in I am dancing.

This inner upwelling gives way to a more reflective exercise. Earphones out I greet the trees to find sound mind waiting. Each sense engages with solidity and the natural presence before me. Hands massage the groves and breaks of the bark. Forehead pressed into the steady smell, everything speaking to a stillness hidden in me. I imagine the trees as healers, I feel parts of my brain leap into place, reconfiguring. Here, I believe the trees to be on my team and hug each one. I leave in gratitude knowing we are one, a system that is not mine to own only dance with.

Home

Is there a home inside my head

A place of ease to sit

among wiring and chemical stains

Cowering

Hammered by thought

I search the folds of this brain
Betrayed

Wait as tissue parts

Space made for breath

A moment of calm

The Yew Wisdom - Natures Throne

Revival

We are the climatic pivot of creation

if only we would join in

We do not need to be the heroes in creation

only join in

This blue dot hangs in the balance

Shivering for perpetually new forms of harmony

On the other side waits chaos of a dismal kind

We teeter on the brink of diminishing life

Seduced by homogeny

We are pointlessly surrendered to entropy

The natural home of stalemate

What we do matters

If we are not awake we distort the weaving of all things

We are substance in the scale of change

Choosing life means becoming a gift

Anticipating the new to allow the flow through

Together we matter

Our magnetic cross channels elevate a third way

awe, pulsing and synergy making movement possible

Together we widen the range of love

A short interview - Paint Yourself

A Burns night toast for everyone

Remember a man’s a man for a’that

A women’s a woman for a’ that, true

So, in fact are Ze plus Co and Thon

Though Robbie didn't mention that

All of us Human kind

We dare be poor for a’that

The rank is but the guinea’s stamp

The man’s the gowd for a’that

Aren’t we equally dismayed

By brute Alpha stewing in power

This pretence where the weak are strong

symbolically wrong

Their tinsel show an a’that

Might as protective device

Yes we all quiver at life

Some admit it bravely others crush its first hint

keeping a stiff upper a lip

They tighten their grip

Insisting a mans a bloke and only that

They fade and become shells without their shine

Gie fools their silk and knaves their wine

Held up like modern Matatu

Trying to outdo

One another 

Trying to keep us in tow with their erections

Let them drown in silk and choke on wine

Manly men will sink their teeth to dine

At the whole world’s expense

Hiding behind macho strategy

Cowardly structures house pernicious lies

Ye see yon Trump, ca’d a Lord

Wha struts an stares, an a’that

Tho hundreds worship at his word

He’s but a coof for a’that

The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank than president

A CEO can mak a belted knight,
An oligarch, duke, an' a' that

In privilege blind to simplicity 
Too many cower instead of cry

They punch instead of die

Scared to look another in the eye

Already dead they won’t shed heavy ego’s

Yet us, of independent mind

We look and laugh at a’that

Can be better in weakness than that

Let us pray that come it may

As come it will for that

That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth

Shall bear the gree an’ a’that

For a’ that an’ a’that

It's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.

From where we are now sat

This sense and worth our sisters conserve

Every single creed and culture gives birth

Our lot tied together

So Ze plus co and thon

One and all the world over

Shall humankind be for a’that

United.

Let us cherish the sanctity of a shared stake in the mystery of life

Let us remember afresh a person’s a person for a’that

Let us fight for that

*With thanks to Robbie Burns who wrote the best bits*

The Brain's a Tunnel by Rogan Wolf

The brain’s a tunnel the world howls through

pulverising these inner cells, exquisite forms

and halls of being. We were made for better

than the world we’ve made, these incessant storms

and convulsions, corruptions of the Word.

The brain’s a tunnel the world howls through

yet who has made this world ? Is it Me ?

Is it You ?

Rogan Wolf

January 2017