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Genesis Rising

29/12/2018

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I am writing this in the strange lost lands between Christmas and New Year. Always a time for me of  letting go and wondering. It's a slo-mo vortex; a cold wave-tossed beach; a shape-shifting primordial soup of forgotten goals; missed opportunities; little and large regrets and here and there, shining in the mud, the occasional glitter of joy and discovery. 
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And one question always devils me. How to breathe deeply, face the world anew again and try and make the next one better than the last?!

On the good days I feel, no matter how sorrow stained the last one, however grey, opaque and threatening looks the next one, however intimidated and powerless I stand, that I am on the edge of new adventure. It is a time of renewal, redemption and resolve. 

A while back I wrote these words for a friend stepping out into the grace and genie of the long road and  I wish the spirit of this to all my good friends as the New Year beckons.
Big Love x


She stands in the window of an early morning
Very still, looking over
Ragged rooftops,
To hedges pushing over fences,
The last teasing leaf of Fall
To where the tools of garden combat resting arms on old benches,
Wait for bugles.
Sensing from an impish breeze teasing slow branches
​The first belligerent note of spring.
She opens the latch to the thin, chill, aspiring air
Knowing safety is not in caution, in holding things close
But in the expansive unfolding of the great trees and clouds
And the road to the west,
To the mountains, the deserts and the storm,
To America where dreams lie like sleeping sentinels
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And the moon is hollow
She shivers at the first kiss, falls headlong
Into the mystery of waking
New-eyed into the kaleidoscope
Of half-forgotten memory
Hears echoing in suburbia’s empty spaces
The purr of the mountain lion
​Feeling there is no return, only renewal.
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Linet Arthur
31/12/2018 11:51:48 am

Great poem Steve. Hope the new year brings fresh adventures, travel, excitement and also periods of calm and relaxation xx

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Megan P link
9/7/2022 11:16:16 pm

Very nice blog you haave here

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