A pessimist can be a pest
Not to be binary
But I prefer an optimist
Who can encourage me
A fatalist sometimes depressed
Haunted wanting to be
Having had both good news and bad
Never mind the latter
Having gone through some hard and sad
Things madly but come true
Though mad so good the good I had
No bad news could matter
I trust this must be what I mean
Here in the anyway
Of being in the in between
My soul is on its way
Unfolding like the lotus I
Would rather live than die
Having seen death I tend to see
My life transcend it by
The other side not far from here
That taught me not to fear
Not be a pest but do my best
The rest to destiny
I believe death/birth.......who came up with the words......morte........and all of that?, will be mind blowing and too beautiful for these mortal eyes to behold...we keep going to the light in human birth and the next.......and the next! "...everlasting life.". I take that literally.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Jane