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It is time to follow the river
Find Eden, stop looking down
Look to the stars
The planets that keep order
Sun shines through the trees
Fingers of gold touch the earth
The only home we have
This blue marble
hanging in the milky way
Wonder of wonders
Search as they may
They will not find another
The blueprint has been lost
Young planets crash
and burn into each other
Beneath a new star
Try as they may, they fail
To bring a new Earth into existence
We are the one and only Eden
The Oak cont.
The morning after the marathon dig, I awoke with a stiff neck and pounding headache. The result, no doubt, of spending what seemed like hours on my knees, with my head and shoulders bent over a muddy hole as I tried to convince a stubborn young oak tree that it was time to change residence.
Said oak tree was now reclining in a bucket of water in my yard and today, I had to trim the taproots and introduce it to its new home. At this stage this was an old washing up bowl, the only thing I had big enough to give it the room it needed to establish a good root ball.
This could take a year or more, so it was important to make the tree as comfortable as possible while all this was going on. Unfortunately, I had to trim back most of the top growth to enable it to concentrate on root production.
This tree has taxed my imagination and my determination. Not to mention most of my strength. My sore muscles and badly bruised arms are testament to how difficult it was to dig the tree up without killing it.
Sitting in the sunshine on my old work bench, the tree looked as battle scarred as I was. I knew we would both heal in time, but first I had to make him comfortable. I used the best soil mixture and a sprinkling of Rootgrow, a mycorrhizal fungi guaranteed to encourage root growth. I also used hormone rooting powder at strategic points around the base of the tree.
I was dealing with a fair-sized lump of wood and it was important to anchor it firmly in the soil so it couldn’t rock about. I found some soft cords in my sewing basket which were perfect for the job.
The family have named him, Oakey Dokey!
All the time I was working on the oak, I was growing more and more confident about the success of my venture. Considering the trees history and what had just happened to it, it looked quite healthy and one day it would look magnificent!
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No Way Back
Time no longer passes in my world.
All is hollow, burned out
The wind howls its anger
No one sees me disappearing
Like torn paper in the wind.
A tree fallen with no one watching
I lie in salt-soaked sheets
Praying I will dissolve, leave this life.
I have heard all the clichés
How the past does not define you.
Choose your own path
Make your own luck.
It is all hot air, lip service
To help others feel they have
Played their part.
Poor Joe, he has lost his soul
To the bottle.
It will take a miracle to get him back
For some of us, there is no miracle
No way back…
What if you woke
in an alternative reality
Receiving a signal from the Universe
A message, like a constant
changing channel on your tv
Hearing only part of the message
Would you run for the hills?
Or would you wait, check it out
See that everything is fine,
better than before.
A simple sweet life, no trauma
No nagging parents.
They’re perfect, loving
You find you like it here.
Would you feel smug by the charm?
That has befallen you.
Would you notice some changes?
like a sharp claw on glass
Grating on your memories.
Would you realise the limit?
Of this new life
Like living in a bubble
Pick up the nearest rock
Try to break free
Realising that Sage, your wife
The love of your life
Your children are not here
When next you sleep,
Where will you wake?
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Trapped under the ice
No one can hear you scream.
The sound you made, held
as if between two sheets of glass.
Melt waters carry it far away
To be heard as a distant echo
From a lost time.
A repeating pattern of cosmic design
Nothing is lost, nothing goes to waste
All held within the ticking arms of a clock.
We return, newly made to walk in the
same footsteps we made long ago.
Nothing escapes Earth’s gravity
It merely changes…
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Magic comes in unexpected moments
Patiently waiting to blow your mind
With wonder, the beauty of lightning
Striking beside a rainbow
Two great luminaries appearing together
Was it planned by Nature, or magic?
waiting behind the scenes, giving pleasure
to those lucky enough to see it
The timing of such an event must be astronomical
I would place such a happening alongside
the seven wonders of the world
An unexpected gift from the Universe…
The echo we leave behind
Lives on like background noise
There are those who hear the whisper
Against the silence of centuries
Like a thunderstorm, the crackle of lightning
Illuminating old life
Small details walking through fog
That unexpected footstep behind you
When no one is there
A returning moment we cannot explain
Conversation heard before
That strange Déjà Vu moment
Thoughts you know are not part of your thinking
That is the echo that never dies…