I'm Charlie. Human. Facilitator. Activist. Therapist. Student of Life.
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I climb into the depth of you
Into your cool, quiet heart Held up by your roots Which spread beneath us In every direction Becoming infinity How is it that so many people Have taken this path To the next place And then so wonderfully Forgotten it all When we arrived? I place each foot carefully Upon your intricately carved steps Surrendering to the darkness That envelops my body To the peace that plays my soul I don’t know where this staircase leads Just that I must rise, step, become By following this spiral within you As I climb higher The base of your trunk Seals slowly up Zipping me gently into The journey ahead There’s no end in sight No light at the top Really, no light at all And yet I can see with Greater clarity than ever before In here, I feel held Considered, loved I feel the hearts of every soul That ever lived and ever will live Reverberating around you Around me In us They’re lifting me higher Lifting me from this place To the next And perhaps from that place Back to here The endless circle of love Of life, of knowing and Mysterious creation
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I look
At the world With “not enough” Eyes There should be Fewer clouds In the sky More peace Less war More flowers Fewer graves More music Less death This seems Fair enough But then I listen To what you say How you move What you do And labels and Stereotypes Fly Through My mind I try to catch them Bury them Cast them away But they fly Around, like kites Society clutching Their strings Beyond my reach Or so it seems I get distracted By the colours And shapes The way they Move Endlessly And I judge you I try to focus on The spaces in between The nothingness The place where Everyone can be Themselves But I can’t And still I judge Letting those kites Of Judgement Fly higher Dart harder Clamouring For my attention I let them cloud my world Cloud my mind I put my hands Across my eyes Trying to quiet it All down awhile Trying to calm things So I can just see you For who you are But the darkness Brings me back To the origins Of all this When the world Goes quiet All I can see Is myself All I can do Is judge Myself And then I know That I am you And you are me That these kites Of judgement Were created In my mind And that the world Looks magnificent That you look Extraordinary When I have the courage To stop judging myself Happiness is not that which shimmers superficially
In shining careers On the covers of paper-backs, Posters or pill boxes. It finds itself not in approval from others, chemical concoctions or gifts tied with string. Happiness is a gift of presence, A full yet quiet mind A peaceful inner rhythm That can dare to change It is true love for another, Meaning in work, Walking on dew-laden grass, Being at one with a tree, Opening the sky to a caged bird, A child’s sense of justice, An apple, just picked. It is a lie exposed, a wrong righted, A culture nurtured, A community built. It is a mistake learned from, A horse un-blinkered, Unquestioned power checked and A people listened to. Happiness comes not from cents But from a sense of self and others. It finds itself not in sweetness upon the tongue But in the sweetness of a child’s heart, Not in a reward felt today But through giving one’s self to a greater cause, Pursued across a lifetime. Happiness is not first and foremost love from another But love for one’s self. Not solitude but moments shared with others, Not a lighthouse but the sea, Not the sky but the imagination. Happiness is a peaceful inner love that can change the world. |
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