Poetry
Remember who you are
In your soul is the truth and the light of the stars
You are the artist and you are the art
You are the flame and the original spark
The whole universe in the space of your heart
Little Lights
"Little Lights" - a collection of soul-tickling reflections, musings, poems and lyrics is available now.
Note - Little Lights is currently only available in Trinidad and Tobago at these locations:
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Excerpts from Little lights:
LOVE
Who are we today
but the dreamers of tomorrow?
I am a lover and I am a dreamer, and assertively so
I don’t buy in to the modern mythology that says with unexamined authority
that nothing is sacred, and that steals the enchanted luminosity of the world’s soul
and enslaves it in small square screens that scream for constant attention
and I think that is not a harmless endeavour, because our true power is our attention
and we are more than a market, we share blood with the ancient stars
and we are as significant as they are, and yet blessed because
we can dream and we can create new worlds as bright as they are -
and that we do only by the power of our attention
and thus I am a dreamer
because to dream is to attend to those realities untethered
by the marketable illusions of this modern myth
to dream is to free the power of attention, to fill it with the spirit
that springs eternal in our heart
and that spirit speaks only in the language of love
and thus I am a lover
because to love is to be free to be carried laughing and crying
ecstatically into the embodiment of all our dreams
and I believe that is how every star and every cell
and every breath was ever born
and so I am a lover and I am a dreamer, and assertively so
because too many beautiful luminous human souls have become
caught in the orbit of this modern myth, and suffer for it
and wars are fought for it, and people starve for it
and people face dark and battered realities for it
and my home the earth is scarred for it
and we continue to live unfulfilled lives void of real depth and meaning for it
because we have become convinced by this myth
that nothing is sacred
and we have forgotten how to love
and how to dream
and how to freely see
this enchanted realm of mystery that we call the world
No man is an island
but every man is a Universe
All the earth and stars are singing
the worlds undying song
how to listen, oh my heart
or better yet... sing along?
A million stars
Are forging gold
Illumining the night
For scraps of coin
The break of wars
We shadow our skies
Remember
If Your Screen Went Blank
If your screen went blank
Who would you see reflected
In the frame black and empty
No pixelated vision
To come between you and yourself
To outshine the secret light in you
Would you see your eyes
Luminous and wide
Powered by the mystery of the heart
unplugged?
Or would you see the lines
Against your face dull and faded
The markings of an un-lived life?