Your own culture
The news tells of everyday death in numbers! Horror, starvation, poverty, money, racism, crime, success, global warming, pollution After all is said.... Numbness! As if this.... is life... The roots of life, a distant sun, cannot be undone as the fire still yearns in every soul Lost and damaged many roam As the uniqueness of yourself through aeons of disruption, seems controlled!! How many of mankind still feel the sun, and the rain..... On their skin as you breathe the crisp clean air of an unspoiled forest and pure sea Lost in the fire , mesmerized by the flames And ever still wonder who else was there before this age came to be. Believe in ourselves, or is it a system Does the wind still cry the ancient praises of wild spirits, or rather... Do we ever listen? Ancient cultures born pure in nature, as one, are coming undone. Greed, fear wealth, obsession, possession, war and strife When last did your heart experience joy of an innocent melody by playing children sung Peace, love, faith, hope, joy, freedom,compassion and togetherness Resides forever Nevertheless... As many a kind hand and heart reveal. An age lost in translation Still has beautiful minds, that hear the songs and really... feel... Lost cultures still embedded in hidden places And lightens up many faces And the true message of a time so distraught Is that we can on ourselves resort To create a new page of new light That burned like Angels in ancient firelight And the beginning of every new day Shall not only be in dismay, of bad news or a lost cause But a culture that each of mankind through kindness and understanding, can endorse... And so through all the turmoil of who we think we be Away from the stars, but on the dirty streets. There is the gift of your own culture, Something you at will, can nurture... And spread the wings of a divine existence, One that will shine, through persistence. And so, we live on After all that is done... Smile at the flames knowing, That your uniqueness, is ever yours No matter what your name.
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I live out in the bush veld away from society. I love art, writing songs and poetry, photography and music... and mindfulness. I feel a good way to free your soul of obstacles and uncertainties, and basically anything in life, is to express yourself...
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