double-helixed uBuntu.
these interwoven veins,
dna,
double-helixed,
microscopic,
binding us, all of us,
together, as one,
species, one race,
human,
me & you
us,
all,
through
this common
shared
truth:
‘I am because you are’*
all of us
together
as one
me & you = uBuntu*
* – uBuntu is an isiXhosa/isiZulu concept that espouses the “belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity”
flickering moonbeams …
on ancient shores
retracing steps
wet sand beneath bare feet
sipping kisses
hungry
sweet.
in distant streams
soul heart body mind
bathed as one
in sundrenched streams
flowing
ebbing
teasing
tugging
tasting
lapping
meandering
breathing caresses
wildly flickering
like
giddy moonbeams
on the cool wet sands
of
our beach of dreams
that gentler way …
sometimes in dreams
this world feels a much gentler place
where hunger stalks nights and days no more
where we share this earths gifts
more equally
less greedually
a gentler place
where we’ve bade farewell to war …
sometimes in dreams
i taste the hope
of a gentler world
where songs of joy may be heard each day
a gentler world
where we all
all of us
together
as one
always
always
always
strive to find
that gentler way …
( inspired by Pete Seeger’s “Last Night I had the Strangest Dream” )
http://stopwar.org.uk/music/pete-seeger-last-night-i-had-the-strangest-dream
wordlessness …
shards of everyday life
slice through
cleaving
flesh
splintering
bone
battering the ramparts
chiselling away
incessantly
endlessly
shaving off pieces
bit by bit
tearing muscle
frying synapses
charring hope
with
only the
inevitability of endlessness
the tide of desolation
washing in
soaking dreams in diesel
fueling storms that rage within
deep
inside yourself
where there is only you
where all the pain
all the loss
feels
at least
true
1.
A summer breeze,
drifts down lonesome boulevards,
touching worlds,
torn apart.
The breeze engulfs,
a pristine sky of blue,
while,
scattering murmuring clouds,
that blanket the African heavens,
in swirls and immaculate shrouds.
2.
A passing shower,
of gentle misty rain,
settles,
on freshly scented-earth.
It soothes,
it caresses,
the exhausted thoughts,
of,
a weary traveller,
who sits,
alone,
under a Baobab tree.
3.
The traveller walks alone,
at peace with the fragrant soil,
collecting memories of smiles along the way.
4.
Finally, the wandering soul,
seeks rest,
finding peace at last,
yet knowing its price,
is to let go,
of,
each memory,
and every smile,
that once burned true,
but now,
awaits release,
from the ache of the lingering past.
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