Soul Songlines

Soul Songlines – paths of your soul’s journey in this incarnation.

Piglet’s Song

Let’s find a Way today,
that can take us to tomorrow.
We’ll follow that Way,
A Way like flowing water.

Let’s leave behind,
the things that do not matter.
And we’ll turn our lives,
to a more important chapter.

Let’s take the time and try to find,
what real life has to offer.
And maybe then we’ll find again,
what we had long forgotten.
Like a friend, true ’til the end,
it will help us onward.

The sun is high, the road is wide,
and it starts where we are standing.
No one knows how far it goes,
for the road is never-ending.

It goes away,
beyond what we have thought of.
It flows away,
Away like flowing water.

~ Benjamin Hoff ~

(The Tao of Piglet)

Rage for the Light!

RAGE FOR THE LIGHT

Dreams of Orstraya Outback

And towns like Kalgoorlie, Western Australia,

where once gold fever ran molten along the streets and

where now the gold Super Pit operates 24 hours a day

coughing up the ore of dreams, lost hopes and nightmares.

Where men are men,

and women are skimpy barmaids, topless or in transparent lingerie,

or whores tucked away in Hay Street where you can go

And watch the women sitting in brothel windows.

Kalgoorlie – where the wide streets and heritage hotels

Hide the underbelly of this outback gold-mining town:

where a white man can run over and kill an Aboriginal boy

  – Joshua Doughty, 14 –

in a Nissan Navara SUV, because he believed the motorbike

Doughty was riding had been stolen from his home.

A white man gets sentenced to a pathetic three years in jail

by an all-white jury

and may be released just 18 months – 18 measly, pathetic months –

after taking the life of a son, grandson, friend to many,

because he’s got black skin.

That’s what is okay in Kalgoorlie – kill a child because a possession is worth

More than Elijah’s life.

The killer’s not alone in a town notorious for its racism:

A leaflet out the Kalgoorlie train station reads in large, red writing:

“If a thief was to steal my motorbike, I would run him down with my Nissan Navara”.

It then added “cull a thief day, justice is served”.

In this town swirling with the wealth of gold dust, a possession is worth more

Than a child’s life.

A black child’s life, that is.

Goddamn it, that child had the right to a life – to live, to laugh, to play,

To sing, to dance, to have a future, to be loved by his family.

Not to be crushed under an SUV for the sake of a thing, a possession.

Because when possessions outweigh human life

– a black kid’s life –

A society is sick, rancid and heartless.

Remember Joshua  Doughty!

A pox on racism. A pox on racists.

Rage against the darkness of hate.

Rage for the light of tolerance and love of humanity,

For a better, kinder, loving world.

The Starship of Love

 

THE STARSHIP OF LOVE

1. UK

Parliament House scaffolding

In Westminster. Erected fast and efficiently.

Plenty of money and action for politicians’ halls

to  be prettified.

Grenfell Tower – Blackened, ruined shell

Stretching silent, black agony to the skies.

Nothing done.

Victims? Where? No voice for the blackened bones

contorted in agony, clutching phones transmitting love to

family, loved ones, friends as death approached.

Forgotten. Airbrushed to invisibility.

Live victims/survivorsf – shadows in the cupboards.

Shame hidden under silence.

Not in our names.

Time to shine our light:

We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love

2. America

Dead schoolchildren, teachers shot to pieces,

Money for more guns, none for teachers or

Families shredded by monstrous murders.

Brave survivors betrayed by blood-soaked

Political leaders dancing in the millions of dollars

Donated by the murderous National Rifle Association.

Not in our names.

Time to shine our Light:

We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love.

3. The World

Suicide bombers in Iraq, Afghanistan and other countries.

US drones dropping murder from a distance.

Tortured bodies – babies, children, parents, sisters, brothers,

Aunts, uncles, grandparents: laid out in rows in Syria from the bombs

Of Russia, the US, Turkey, Assad.

Gaza – Palestinian families, starving, water denied, bombs from screaming jets

Funded for Israel by the US armaments machine.

Black men lined up in slave markets in Libya, silent,

Terrified, dreams of freedom shredded.

Not in our Names.

Shine our Light:

We are one world. One family. One Starship of Love.

4. The Flight of The Starship of Love

Not in the name of us lovers: we care, we are not separate.

We dream of our brothers and sisters,

Of humanity united, standing together,

Woven together by the starry web spun by the galactic forces,

dropping like gossamer clouds to imbue us with oneness.

We are not the separate, selfish parts of a fractured world.

We who love, who care, who see ourselves as part of the star song of

Our united humanity,

baby boomers, generation X, millenials

we stand together/united as we

link arms, hearts, souls

To build the Starship of Love,

Hearts enfolding each other into a great march of humanity,

Building long tables of resistance, compassion, love,

equality, tolerance, open arms,

solidarity,

Rising up!

Shining our Light!

WE WILL BE INVINCIBLE!

What a Wonderful World!

I look around the internet and see so much creativity bursting forth, the path to a new world where all people can live up to their potential and where an individual’s talents are recognised and honoured, whatever they are.
We are in a great transition from the industrial revolution to the creative revolution, building a whole new, compassionate, loving, tolerant society.

 

Another world is not only possible,
she is on her way.
On a quiet day,
I can hear her breathing

– Arundhati Roy

Solidarity!

“It is in the shelter of each other that people live.” (Anonymous)

“It matters not that someone is born, but what they grow to be.” (Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter. Author: J.K. Rowling)

I’ve been absent for a while as I’ve been on what I described to a friend as an existential walkabout on the road less travelled. I felt dog-tired and unmotivated, asking myself every day “What’s it all about?”.  For some reason I felt quite short-circuited, then I had a dream which was just a message – to create art which was healing for the Earth and for its inhabitants.

So here I am back again, feeling far more motivated (thank goodness, I hate it when my MoJo up sticks and vamooses), with the above image which I’ve called “Solidarity”.

In my time away in the wilderness, I’ve wrestled with this whole question of love, violence in society and so much intolerance and hatred. I finally came to the conclusion that I am simply not interested in pathetic excuses for supporting hate and violence. Life’s too short for then negative. That’s the choice and responsibility of those who live in fear, on their knees, happy to see people who are in any way different subjected to violence, abuse and belittlement.

And I call it out as cowardly and craven because those who are happy to embrace intolerance, racial division and hatred never have to face the consequences themselves. They aren’t the 8-year-old kid who was subjected to an attempted lynching by teenagers at his school. They don’t have to worry about being shot out of hand by the police, acting with impunity, for the “crime” of being black or in the wrong place. They don’t get beaten up for being gay or trans-gender. They aren’t black kids in Australia subjected to abuse on the streets and repression by the police, governments and social services.

I am far more interested in those who show love, kindness and respect for people because they have open hearts and are willing to embrace fellow human beings of whatever colour, religious belief, sexual choice or disability because it is this which is our future. I support all those in environmental organisations fighting for the future of Mother Earth.

Living on your feet rather than cowering on your knees takes courage and hope and moral choice for good not evil. Thank god there are so many good people out their in the community of so many countries who inspire hope, optimism and respect!

Detour
 
I took a long time getting here,
much of it wasted on wrong turns,
back roads riddled by ruts.
I had adventures
I never would have known
if I proceeded as the crow flies.
Super highways are so sure
of where they are going:
they arrive too soon.
 
A straight line isn’t always
the shortest distance
between two people.
Sometimes I act as though
I’m heading somewhere else
while, imperceptibly,
I narrow the gap between you and me.
I’m not sure I’ll ever
know the right way, but I don’t mind
getting lost now and then.
Maps don’t know everything.

~ Ruth Feldman ~

 

 

In Honour of Heather Heyer, Charlottesville

So much has been written about events in Charlottesville that anything by me would be now superfluous.

Instead, I’ve created this artwork to honour Heather Heyer, who was murdered by a white supremacist who drove his car into anti-fascist demonstrators in Charlottesville. Heather fought for decency, kindness and against injustice.

The eagle in flight represents her courage and steadfastness in standing on the side of the people and the injustices suffered in the community. The rays of light reflect the heritage she has bequeathed of compassion, courage and ongoing struggle and organisation for justice, equality, respect and against the forces of racism and white supremacy.

The bright colours top and bottom reflect the forces of positivity, optimism and determination to fight for a society where people are respected and honoured regardless of their colour, race, sexuality or religion.

We stand in hope because we will not allow the forces of evil and hatred to thrive, we will pull them out by their roots and in their place plant hope, love, kindness and tolerance.