Mais Non, Pas Du Tout

Mon Petit Napoléon avec une bonne passe militaire –
je n’oublierais jamais que vous avez nagé dans
la mer froide à Bloubergstrand au Cap avec moi –

Vous étiez la seule personne qui n’avait pas peur
de la mer froide - et - je n’oublierais jamais notre
voyage au Caspir dans les township de Khayalitcha

L’homme qui parlait l’anglais avec un accent
Espagnol – parce qu’il était Afrikaans!

Le bateau pour visiter l’île robin, votre délégation
me demanda d’interpréter et les autres touristes
furieux que je faisais du bruit…

Le cellule de Mandela, votre visage; vos yeux
sur l’horizon…

Genetics, Barbara and Estelle

Genetics make us resemble our parents,
Estelle on the left looking like her mother
Barbara on the right; then our personality
adds the final touches and in the end we
do not resemble another so much…

Thought-Forms

The thoughts we think form though-forms
in the sky, change the formations of clouds
up high, see the thought-form above the
cathedral, it was formed by the sacred music
and dedication of the parishioners - not so
much by the pastors, that we know well,
clergy in the Middle Ages thought morality
was not for them – but the piety of the
parishioners was real….

Freedom In Being And Loving…

It is painful to make sacrifices, but once we have
chosen a lodestar and know our purpose and desire
the result passionately; the sacrifice is sweet and
when we achieve our goal – such as remaining faithful
to loved ones and living with integrity – the victory
is sweeter than any hedonistic pleasures we had to
give up along the way – some of us meet with fewer
temptations than others, so we cannot judge and
condemn another for failing their dreams; it is the
most wonderful feeling to allow others freedom
enjoying our own freedom in being and loving
unconditionally!

The Universe is Man-Made

Everybody in his right mind should realize
people create their own gods - when we
understand that WE are the creators and
originators of everything - beginning with
the concept of god - the mightiest concepts
that were used to control and scare mankind,
are just man-made, let’s make the deduction
that EVERYTHING - the universe, nature, life,
mankind - have been made by us in the same
way we fabricated the idea of a god - then we
can accept responsibility and start changing
everything knowing we CAN because WE
created the mess in which we find ourselves!

Zimbabwe is a brilliant illustration of how
everything is brought about by man himself,
anyone can work out that Zimbabawe's present
problems are caused by MEN, not gods or
universal forces. Everybody can conclude
the state of the whole world is due to MANKIND
also - working back logically from that deduction;
mankind originated the universe - mankind
originated himself, it started with consciousness
and awareness and planning - and mankind is
busy with experiments in creating a physical
universe - but behind the physical lies the
invisible electricity, magnetism, electro-magnetic
and the whole spectrum of thoughts and feelings –
all insivisble - it is logical that the physical is
but a miniscule part of an invisible conscious energy!

My Dream Project

I have a special “Dream Project”; I try to
come up with better and happier and
more joyful dreams all the time. Have
you ever tried to come up with better
dreams than those you had before?
It is a real project to hunt for clues and
ideas to improve one’s dreams! I take
anything positive I come across, a
beautiful piece of music, a story, a
picture, a poem, a message; and see
how I can enrich my dreams with it.
It is a lovely project, and I hate it
when headache or heartache or
fatigue make it impossible to
dream.

You have become a recurrent theme in
my “Dream Project”, a golden thread that
weaves through my dreams, a Prince
who always arrives to help my damsel
in distress, you always return to pick up
a scene; god Lugh’s all-seeing eye
keeps my Breton goddess safe; you are
the background music to my song – I
know you are there all the time – you
are not on the edge of my dream; you
are within the dream, around, enclosing
all – my characters live within the embrace
you extend – don’t you fear; I always feel
you are near; I shall only believe you are
not if one day you say so; until such word
comes, I live within the beauty of your
song – thank you for always infusing
my dreams with new fragrances
and ideas - you shall be adored;
Your dreamy Southern Scribe.

A Long Time Ago, In 1992

We were colleagues, I managed to survive
my life, read ferociously, knew life as
meaningless, didn’t know what else to do;
knew nobody; existing in pain –
life is so much better now, though
it’s not half as good as
it is chalked up to be –
I can’t believe there can be more
reincarnational lives for me,
it has to be impossible to
return once again as a
mediocrity…