Friday, 18 July 2014
We are but ants
Lay out your false gods in neat rows; start with
greed for money, power and celebrity.
Shatter them to smithereens and then
instead revere the glory found in love, the
nature of the Earth and the wide Universe.
True power lies in Nature and a beauty
of design which we can just aspire to,
try to re-create as art but not invent again.
We are but ants and tiny in the scheme
of things; just a part, a section of a whole
and very far apart from whence we came.
Small, solitary, humble, we gaze up
at skies in wonderment, dreaming of a
purpose to life that we can’t yet comprehend.
Sunday, 13 July 2014
By a series of degrees, karma-driven,
her life was destined to be a rough and tough
ascent. It was hard, lurid, scuffed and careworn
from the start and she had lived it on the edge.
Not one to push herself or ever let
herself be pushed, she knew not how, or had
the cause to fly. Agéd now and scared to
die alone, her longings are like dreams whose
intensity is strong but like her fateful
journey are too high-coloured, dramatic,
overstated in their indemnity.
This is a Magpie Tale, read more here.
Thursday, 3 July 2014
Occasionally I like to recommend a particular blog post that has touched me in some way.
This is one such post.
There are swear words, you have been warned. I think if I had written it there would be swear words too.
The blog is Frugal Queen, here is the link