IFF Breakfast: The Circle (30/06/20)

 The Circle

The circle is moving, finding its way into you,

indwelling within your land,

the places that you walk;

the brave miles of discovery.

Think about what is there to be looked upon;

the courage that is clearly calling from beyond our reach.

There is a promise, presenting the challenge of more, of virtue, 

of tracks connecting us to our values of disagreement.

The visions are history,

repeating the difficult lives where we have met before.

There is a well, into which we could journey;

to be in touch with the knowing that speaks up in our bleakest, darkest guilts.

Imagine your worth beyond the illusion of power, 

beyond the aspects of vulnerability and and certainty.

Speak your meaning... 

IFF Breakfast: An Evolution of Uniqueness (03/06/20)

 An Evolution of Uniqueness

The unfurling transition will survive,

as we gather in collaborative contrast,

within cycles of space, compassion and community.

Throw away the differences, switch off humility, 

in favour of the universal worthiness of life and quiet wonder.

Be a student of encouragement, meaning and child-like exploration; 

repeatedly evolving strategies of hopeful uniqueness.

Disrupt your history, 

until wellbeing resources an acute response of care, seeing and reflection.

Walk the streets with imagination, 

pausing at each and every cornerstone, 

explaining yourself to the forever that will follow your footsteps.

Enforce your own slavery, as a source of competence, leverage and agency; 

allow the untrapping of your instincts and human peacefulness. 

IFF Breakfast: The Trees Remember Who You Are (02/06/20)

 The Trees Remember Who You Are

Expect to be in service, 

meeting ever in a continuity of sense making, distance making and hopeful waiting.

Picture the anchoring ways that sit upon us, 

as we loosen our sails into nourished doing.

Touch your awareness, touch your human worth; 

this time of mirrored interactions that celebrate your relationships, 

with patience and alchemic robustness.

Give your regards to exercised voyages into qualities of darkness;

navigate instead by the turmoil in your pained heart and compassion.

Feel your nature, from your feet to the fallen limbs, 

that carry you into your evenings of clash and comfort.

Parallel your secret life, the forces which trust your ground, 

which compels you to find yourself in the fog of your lostness, 

until the trees remember who you are.