Don't weep for what isn't but for what is yours to keep

I can't help but feel sad

For a home a seed

A place I had but lost instead

Nostalgia before even having Yet arrived

While at the same time in the knowledge

That right now a different landscape should reveal and prosper infront

Of my eyes

To be able to excavate space for my soul

If this life here is meant to again be embraced and not withhold

The valleys will open and caress me in their folds

Give me the soil

To grow permanently

But right now travelling

Transient to collect the nutrients for the future I want to shape for me

Needing to detach

To give new room to breathe

Surrender

Allow to be

Don't weep for what isn't but for what is yours to keep

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So many people here to see

So many and yet in this short amount of time

Only a few time to see

With landscapes which always

Forever inspire me

Remember

Remember the Shadows cast on the floor by the cats

remember the acts of grounding in the groove

which brings us the music which soothes,

which lets us learn and teach the truth.

hear the sounds which call your and my name.

the waves which caress, let catch and exhale ones breath again.

the currents cradling the unknown, known journey of every step.

the state of our senses

the way we percept the concept of the the two and fro, the ebb and flow.

the cycle of feeling

receiving and letting go.

while the world is reeling in the dreams and nightmares we are weaving.

the pulse

always showing, growing, where to trace the embrace of grace.

Igniting the smile which attracts faith, not to escape,

nourishes feeling, honour for the environment we get to be in.

The space, nature shaped,

to give us life!

We can choose to guard or exploit,

watching our Mothers demise, torment and pain reflected in our eyes?

or rise to the ancient call of nature.

which history shall our children nurture/be facing/tracing?

listen

listen

hear

let the music be the touch to allow you to

feel

see

the truth in you and me

let light be cast in the shadows

anchor in the art of living,

which music music music

like the heartbeat of the earth has been given, infuses

where art becomes the tool to enthuse us,

to weave us together and not to tear us apart.

remember your origin, honour the opportunity of life you are born in

remember life is a call and response of what you give and believe in.

our reality are the shadows and rays of light we are seeding.

hear

feel

remember what is real and a spiel distracting us from really being, here.

Choose to remember.

nature is you.

it is on you to live and protect the truth.

Acknowledging

I create like a performance artist

I mark like an expressionist

I draft like a surrealist

I shade like a cubist

I shape space like an architect

I use artwork as sculpture

And space like an installation

I paint light and shadow

I pushing and pulling dimension

Every mark needing to be touched either by attention and or mark

To acknowledge, emphasise its presence

From the floor

To the wall

To the floor

To the wall