Starry Starry Night

I recently had the privilege of spending a good two hours lying on my back on the grass staring at the magnificent Cederberg sky. Contemplating is inherent in my nature and it occurred to me again (as it does every once in a while when the opportunity to star gaze arises) how distant human beings have become from just about everything else in this world. The stars are there every night, the moon waxes and wanes, Venus winks at us every evening and for the most part we remain oblivious. Besides the fact that we have become so obsessed with the self and so obsessed with material man-made paraphernalia we simply NEVER look up. We assume man’s contribution to planet earth from industrial to technological revolution to be our ticket to eternal happiness and not forgetting the products and lifestyles that we think are going to prevent us from ever facing death. We, as an increasingly selfish species, have not only lost touch with the planet that facilitates out earthly experience but we don’t appreciate or respect the magnitude of the Universe. Even in a city like Cape Town we are blessed to have visibility of a generous smattering of stars and when last did you register that they were there and wonder anything about them?

Admittedly in the Cederberg Mountains with the quiet stillness and lack of light and noise pollution, one is gently led to gaze upwards in silent awe at the vastness of the Universe. The irony of my starry starry night contemplation was that we feel so desperate and isolated about life sometimes and its all-consuming organised chaos that one would think that staring up at the vast skies that surround us would add to this feeling of isolation and insignificance. Strangely, however, it always leaves me feeling humbled and in tune with the mysterious cauldron of existence here, there and everywhere.

We spend so much time looking at televisions, computer screens and within our own minds and bodies that we forget so easily that we are (as cheesy at is sounds) all ONE. Somehow no matter your belief system we are all connected by the very simple things of the elements and the stars surrounding our planet and the fact that collectively we really don’t know much about anything beyond our own humanness.

Whenever you get a moment – look up. As the old adage goes "there are no answers only questions" but strangely when faced with the vast, complicated and mysterious Universe of skies and galaxies…the questions stop for a moment and you can allow the sense of collective peacefulness to prevail.

George Bush is a complete MORON!!!!!

OK yes I know we all know that but Bush saying out loud to the whole world that Nelson Mandela is dead and that "Sadam Hussein killed all the Mandelas"...is he even from this planet? How do you Americans sleep at night? How do you believe in anything anymore? George is one of the stupidest public figures ever to have walked the face of this troubled earth.

Nelson Mandela, however, is (yes for those of you who believe that your president has a brain...and did not realise that he is useless at innuendos...Nelson Mandela is alive and living in the Eastern Cape of South Africa) a noble, humble and truly remarkable man and spirit. His ability to forgive, inspire and warm all of our hearts regardless of race, culture, gender or religion makes him one of the most significant beings of our time.

George the empty headed idiot on the other hand is no more than a pawn in a very terrible and tragic game of power of the world's worst enemies - the money hungry elite who can trash a whole country and its history for ego and oil. George is going to be the laughing stock of history and the people that support him should be ashamed.

He has no right to use someone as awesome (the true sense of the word...not American slang!) as Nelson Mandela for his own political gain and in the same breath as anything to do with Iraq for a true philanthropist like 'Madiba' is surely frowning on the forced occupation of another country and the theft of their resources...because Mr Mandela knows all about that and would never encourage such action. Furthermore, George Dumbass Bush, is the only head of state to visit Africa and not request a meeting with Nelson Mandela. Go figure.

Yours in purple

Limitation

Reflection for me from far within the walls of self.
From the east side of the mind to the south side of the wound.
But your small mind can only see you.
And I pity your grey spirit's inability.

Yours in purple

Cape Town Clone Colony

Cape Town Clone Colony
Ironic materialism of Cacophony
Pseudo-original
No individual aboriginal
Despite the bushmans voice
Of pure and conclusive choice

The ego spill over the man like rapid rain
Like the table cloth spills of the mountain
Hills of wicked conscious thought
Trust and honesty needs to be sought

Don’t call them loon
Don’t spite the moon

False Beauty is overrated
True insight cannot be negated

Cape Town Clone Colony
Ironic materialism of cacophony
Constellations of human A Capella
If only they could all see the splendour of Stella
Time to seek a different wealth
That always remains proper to the self

Don’t call them loon
Don’t spite the Moon

False Beauty is overrated
True insight cannot be negated

Yours in purple

Cheesy existensional poem

Purple clouds fly by
Oblivious to space and time.
And I sit and I wonder why…

I wonder why the Virgo glow
Has always been so unseen?
To the energy they have flown;
But their reasons are always unknown.

Purple clouds whizz by.
Oblivious to space and time.
And I sit and I wonder why…

I wonder why like an endless novel,
We never reach complete understanding?
Perhaps it’s because in the media we trust,
That our purpose is lust

Purple clouds float by.
Oblivious to space and time.
And I sit and I wonder why…

I wonder why we deny our inner truth,
And plunder onwards like fools with no jokes?
We do not see that our spirits flow;
Like the simplicity of candle glow.

Purple clouds meander by
Oblivious of space and time
And I sit and I wonder why…

Yours in Purple