During the past couple of years I have met some amazing people. The awakening is occurring and with it new vistas of thought, imagination and life. Synchronicity being what it is, produces some really nice and unexpected stuff. The content of this page is related to what some people are feeling in their hearts as they let go of the 'old energy mindset' of what has gone on before. I meet more and more people who see, recognise and feel divinity in a smile, hug, embrace, the shadows cast by the setting sun and luminescence of a flower in the moonlight. This is their tale and I hope to showcase more of this stuff as it as spontaneous as life itself. If you want to send me a poem, picture or article on anything related to what is really good in your life or your awakening state, email me here and I will find space on this site.

We come, we go and the magic lies in between these times.

Love is............

'Nothing'

by John Ipe (2005)

Neon lights diffuse the morning dusk
I can see the water now
the gentle sway
the intricate particles
I am entranced by that sway
by those particles
tripping and dancing on the light fantastic
No reason to fear
as I stretch out into the expanse
that my body flows into
No more looking for love
I've gone through the passion
And joined the ever lasting flow
The gentle rhythm
With no rebuke
to disturb
the gentle nature
That forces me nowhere
and lets me be everywhere
embracing the darkness
merely another form of light
Nothing to fear
Nothing

As hunters and collectors we worshiped her green dreams,
in time settled in her hair, build houses, hamlets in her hands.
The trinity of earth, sea and sky is holy, bound by water.

Her name is slowly drowning in our greed. She let us walk
all over her, first on all fours then upright. Listen to her intent.
If don’t remember it, we will walk down hill, walk to hell.

Her speech is imprinted in brooks, even the dew is fluent in it.
Ocean waves are her chorus and glaciers whisper it at length.
Snowflakes are inscribed with her memory, atoms are her ink.

Clouds carry her words lightly. Her grammar is the daily
shifting light. Listen, her words are raindrops, each leave hears.
Listen, the wind interrupts all silence, reforms sentences.

We are not her only offspring: the titans and mythical gods came first.
Where are they now Zeus, Hera, Poseidon? They died like legends
when we fixed our truth, and airy lies thickened to real illusions.

Now we plough her back to grow wheat. Now we cheat,
find shortcuts which cut us off from the source of things,
condemn her because wildest chaos is her mother and father.

We modify her nature, build motorways around her neck until
they make her choke, plant nuclear waste in her throat,
smother the season’s song. Pure poison we pour into each chasm

Until she foams at the corners of the rivers’ mouths. Listen, she still
remembers the love in us. Put your ear to the ground and hear
how her heart beats. It is like your blood calling, calm as a pulse.

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