Poem: "Processing me"

From a bench in the sky
A kiss from the eternal river below
A moment of clarity
...humbles

Life continues with
     or without me
A choice to be present
     or to be stale
Grateful retrospectively
Appreciative blood-pumping post contentedness

But where was I?
Closing doors on the open sky
Ignoring kisses of the river
...Ashamed
Small
Human

But alive
     learning
            loving

Realisation of independence
     yet connectivity
Dependency, energy-bonding life

Seemingly apart
Ultimately one

Poem: "Opening"

Look at the clouds
See how they change
Look
What do you see?
How does your soul respond to the movements around?

Feel
Notice the movement within
     as you change subtly
     to the dance of the air

Listen
Hear the music midst the noise
     inner
                and outer

Breathe

No other function could be so satisfying!

Open
Embrace the music of your heart
     Let it sing
Let it love
     Let it be loved

This your choice
     Your freedom

Your joy

Listen... What do you hear?

The elements have been trying to tell me something this past week. Actually it’s more like they’ve been shouting at the top of their voices from the highest peak for all to hear! I have been listening. And this is what I have heard…

It's that Simple

Smell the rain 

Watch the clouds

 Listen to the wind

Feel the energy

Taste the breath

Open the heart

IT's that SIMPLE

Where is Your Shadow?

Where is your SHADOW?

A soul is crying - the rain beats angrily onto heart-shaped leaves.

And then ... STILLNESS ...

White Fire

[This poem was composed by Fran Siebrits and was published in Toast, 2010]

The white man’s conversation,
Work mostly
Eyes glance at the flames, replacing thoughtful gazes
Meat spits at the grid; ignored
Listening to the kettle calling for attention
Unnoticed
The flames glow green, the wind changes direction and the smell of dry grass arrives
Conversation is far too in-depth for this evening
The stars dance, but nobody looks up
A watchful owl in a nearby tree
Blinks disapprovingly at another wasted night ...