Soul Wanderings
Hitch hiking around NZ in 2018 was an important phase of my own soul evolution.
Where creativity and freedom became priorities, where I started to see the world through new eyes, to trust that things were always working out for me, and there are an abundance of generous, kind and delightful humans on our Planet… this was the phase where my Soul gifts were being revealed to me through art, music, festival life and energy work.
Xmas 2018
Alby Einstein said, ‘insanity is doing the same thing you’ve always done and expecting different results’.
After leaving the Army, and involved in some traumatic experiences in the Qld Coal Mines, I realised I had no idea who I was, when no one was watching, or why I was so insecure. I embarked on a mission to rediscover me — under the fog, dust and fear. Action has always been my greatest path to unravelling my untruths. And so I stepped way outside my comfort zones.
Spoken Word
Where do the echoes go?
Where do the echoes go?
When I answered the call
to make sense of it all
sail my waka to Australia
I’d no idea I would fall
back in love with my heart
nor did I know
that we’d been apart.
For so long bound up in comfort
wearing the mask of ‘I’ve made it’
But inside I was lonely, insecure, without meaning
going through the motions of successful notions.
The excavation of a soul
seeking freedom to roam
it may have seemed like a sprint
searching some missing link
but it turns out my soul
has just grown cold
Of the way we’ve been living
struggle, fear and suspicion
so much war and mistrust
surely there's something we’re missing
In a world of such beauty
haven’t you pondered unity
with a million stars up above
my heart sought a new love,
That was interconnected
woven through messages
coded inside my being
unlocked through magical mysterious meetings
with the perfect souls and impeccable timing
had I tried to control this or shut down believing
I would simply have missed the pathway unfolding
But my fear and identity
were slowly eroded
like the Alchemical flame
once mastered for Gold
now used for my soul
the old ways overruled
forging life by design
intolerant to the crimes
of a humanity lost
dog eat dog at all costs
Where we’ve forgotten our grace
accumulate the most in this race
by now, I had a cunning suspicion
this aching soul had been sent on a mission
to remember WHY we feel better in love
that inside each child is a wide eyed believer
in the good, in the freedom, in the god-given right
to a world we believe in
where we don’t have to fight
for clean drinking water,
a bomb proof shelter
where we look after out Mother
have kindness for one another
But it had to start in MY heart…
The smallness I feel atop a mountain at sunset
is also greatness radiated from a universe connected
echoes eternally in my soul, a song to bring us back home
But where do the echoes go??
She ignites our hearts, her secrets of beauty
the clue for our future of natures effortless unity
our love expands in this fire, makes us stronger, and wiser
yet we’re so disconnected
in our search for security, for pleasure
but love is the measure
of a Race that is winning
imagine a world where we all work together
To excavate, dig me out from under this tension
release fears enslaved to old ways and conditioning
This Red Earth had powerful lessons to offer
Hitch Hiking experiments, disproving fear of each other
Re–calibrating instincts, bullshit radar fine–tuned
I found a kindness untold
of strangers offering gold
with a faith in our race,
shared around kitchen tables
Exploring inside MY mind
found a new status quo
new trust and belief in humanity's hope
where so many now forge a new path ahead
new systems, respect, honouring life as we tread
a little lighter, speak a little quieter
listen much longer, and play more often
where creativity is the currency of gold
all these secrets found within our OWN soul
when we have the courage
to look inside for love
see ourselves as the miracle
then we remember
that we are powerful beyond measure
And yet... none of it matters
as we all turn to dust and dissolve
but everything counts, so the REAL question unfolds
Where DO the echoes go???????
Invisible Mylk
Invisible Mylk
Life is played out in the spaces...
between the lines of my ’story’
In invisible milk that can only be read by those
Who know how to make the words visible
Like the ancient Egyptian encryption method from forgotten civilisations
There is a fairy tale being written by my soul
The timeless, non–physical essence of Who I really Am
It is the invisible me, that radiates my song
That writes love letters to me every day
Waiting…
It writes in between the lines of my jobs, identitys,
responsibilities, perceived achievements, performances
In between the self–judgement, hidden shame, "story of success'
It doesn’t know money fear
It has no pretence of power
and it’s not just 'trying to survive’
No it is the hero, or heroine here to thrive
The one who came here to play
To evolve through Earthly experiences,
Uninfluenced by another's analysis of my story
To write an epic tale
It writes on serviettes in noisy cafes
On oily newspaper in fish and chip shops
And drowned coasters in dingey bars
Waiting…
It whispers through my dreams
It uses my own Ego to shake me when I forget
It reminds me that I did not come here
to 'pretend to have made it’
Not to play small nor to build an empire,
Not to fix or to heal, but simply to love
There is nothing broken, but I forget
It dissolves my perceived ‘missions’
And tells me to take a break
To be here… now.
With all of my appreciation and gratitude
It softens my heart through a strangers smile
speaks through the deafening silence
of a sunset Mountain Range
Or a tiny hummingbird come to ignite my wonder
It shows me how to remain in my softness
in the face of another’s fear
Gentle in the onslaught of another’s rage
Compassionate in the midst of another’s wounded patterns
Guiding my words, deeds and actions
Waiting…
For me to stop telling the story,
To listen, so the story can be told through me
With Joy, with Love, or Numbed Pain
or the Anxious Fears of unworthiness
With vulnerable stories of shame revealed
With full freedom to be me, no matter what I'm feeling.
I am learning better, how to read between the lines.
I am grateful the Author is patient