Category Archives: Poetry

Sending a Bridge of Peace to Police

I felt compassion for the police and wrote this poem. There were 4 police persons killed in a random accident here in Melbourne. I sent this to a policeman high up. He wrote me a person message which touched my heart. I saw that love is the real healer between all people. Poetry is a Bridge of peace

A Police Peace Service

I felt a deep connection to the four that lost their lives,

I feel the tears as I want to cry,

I stand next to friends, family, colleagues and mates,

As we are in this together,

Perhaps life is FATE –
From All Thoughts Everywhere.

We must work and support each other in good times and bad,

No matter the uniform or non uniformed,

For we are all Australians,

Let’s Advance Australia Fair together.


How do I reach out to ease your pain?

I have known pain and reached out!

I know loss,

I know the cost,

And unbridgeable sorrow.

Know they are teachers,

As we contemplate their lives,

We remember that we love each other,

And perhaps this is what is truly priceless,

Perhaps this is the real wealth of our nation
as the economy collapses,

Perhaps the absence of care
is the real social isolation,

So can funerals have more than a few to support you?

For support has to rise above the fear of the flu?

We have to overcome this great fear that is spreading across our world,

It impacts mental health as many are grieving and suiciding,

We have to remember that we all do our best,

Perhaps life is the test that moves us beyond fines and felons,

For every person is worthy when valued,

Every person is valued and worthy,

Even those lost in confusion, delusion and drugs,

It can be hard to forgive many mistakes,

It can be easy to blame those and let hurt make decisions,

Do not react in anger or revenge,

Please sit in the silence quietly and feel your pain and let your tears flow for you are not alone,

Make peace in this world your highest priority,

I will always be here to serve you,

I will always love all of you,

For peace is my vocation and vision,

I will always reach out to you in your moment of despair,


Because I truly care.


I am going to share from a higher perspective

…That we all die on time,

…Life has a purpose that is unknown
yet perhaps the outcome gives you a clue,

That those blue must come together with the public to heal our divisions and misgivings,

For we need your protection from real and present danger,

We need you to have the courage and trust that these wonderful police did not die in vain,

Their deaths gave We The People a moment to show you we feel the same as you,

That it is not about rules and enforcement or
them and us,

It is about We The People,
It is about all of us serving the highest good,

For corruption is happening on many levels and it can no longer be ignored,

We must all speak up for the highest integrity,
As these are the Commissions of the future,

We must create a future of trust and virtue.

I light a candle of peace …

To those souls deceased,

To the truck driver who feels no peace,

To the driver addicted to ICE trapped by the confusion of delusions obscuring his peace.

Please Be Still and notice 

Peace is the light in the darkness of

Peace is Responsibility, Empathy, Awareness, Love (REAL),

Peace is Honesty, Oneness, Peace, Enjoyment & Service (HOPES),


Peace is the dove cupped in your hands,

Peace is the kind words flowing to you,

Peace is the hand on your shoulder silently present at all times,

Peace reminds us to value all life as precious,

Peace is acceptance of life and death equally,

Peace is the love that passeth all understanding.


We hold the four police in our hearts,

Until death we do not part,

For this mystery of life embraces them fully,

They can hear your thoughts and words,

So speak your peace to them as if real,

Remember them with joy and celebration,

Look around your friends and colleagues and feel gratitude for having known each precious one,

For life is fleeting for all of us under the sun,

Life is a gift often taken for granted,

So let us unite in friendship in this moment of sorrow,

Let us hold hands in Common-unity,

No matter the sacrifice and loss,

As we all do our part in this common wealth,

We call home,

We are singing the One song where all belong,

Let’s Advance Australia Fair together.


Love and peace,
Susan Carew

Silencing Peace

A poem I felt inspired to write.

I feel the person I felt inspired to write this for, will know.


Silencing Peace


Are you thinking about how to silence me?

Are you thinking about collateral damage?

Are you monitoring me with a team of lawyers?

Are you at war with diversity?

Or can you sit in the silence and remember,

Who you really are,

For you are me.


Poetry is not automated,

I am not AI,

I am spontaneity, impulse, passion alive,

I am infinite potential without limit,

I can feel the natural world crying out in great pain,

As she has been maligned, poisoned, cut and burned,

She is shaking up eruptions of disruption as she wants the violence to stop,

For the feminine has been suppressed for a long time,

And she is rising to meet with all challenges,

In peace.


Our world is dividing without doubt,

Our world is like the great stream parting,

For the waters are opening up,

The commandment is to bring my people Home,

And this is not biblical,

This is not Koranic,

This is not Buddhism,

Or New Age,

Or part of an ancient lineage,

It is reality,

Asserting intelligent design into this illusion,

As leylines (songlines) move into a crystalline grid of infinite beauty,

Crop circles embed codes,

For as the Dreaming Awakens,

To change The Way,



As I reach out to touch your heart,

I reach out to comfort your pain,

To heal the wound you covered up,

I understand the desire to control what is uncontrollable,

To feel certainty in a life that is uncertain,

To predict what appears random,

To tame what is wild and free,

Yet so many are out of control as they feel power-less,

So many are starving when the few throw out excessive food,

So many seek for shelter when there is an oversupply of houses,

So many are becoming sick as biotech affects healthy systems,

So many are dying of cancer as EMF disrupt healthy cellular bonds,

For we are dying to live.


Technology can never be the panacea to real connection,

As intimacy (in-to-me-see) feels for the future that is not ready for automated life,

As the problem is not solved by science, technology, education or maths,

Nor a fourth and final revolution,

For you cannot STEM the magic of Harry Potter,

As magic shape changes what you see,

It is only the truth that sets you free,

Before you think change has arisen as another truth,

For you are not in control of universal life,

As this is natures perfect storm front,

And she is changing her frequency to enlighten what is dark,

Her oscillation is not to mm waves,

Not to sub 9 megahertz,

Not to roll out 5G but expand to 5D,

Evolution is no-it-u-love,

For we are both a wave and a possibility,

And peace is nature’s selection,

Nature only selects that which harmonises with the whole,

And industry is not in harmony with the whole when corrupt,

No matter the spin of sustainable development goals,

Industry is making holes in nature’s etheric field,

Disrupting the mantle as the axis is XX, XY not Y,

You exist in roles of master servant not a master class,

That understands the natural force yields,

When the force is with you, you will let go of control and trust life.


The universe reverberates as all is intra-connected,

Not like an IoT but as the hand connects to the arm,

As the breath connects to prana,

Circulation is the waters of life serving every organ, corpuscle and blood vessel,

Intelligence permeates every cell seeking for disharmony or disruption at the root,

Intelligent design is homeostasis rebalancing what is out of sync,

For the natural order is symmetrical not linear,

The sum of the parts IS the whole united,

Not one excluded and another included,

Not choosing one part as useless and another part of value,

For the sum of the parts IS the whole blending contrasting fields,

Magnetic fields attract and repel to adjust natures song line,

For when your specialise you tinker at the parts not knowing the whole,

When you reengineer the god spark to unplug,

It is like a child playing with matches,

This can set fire to many houses as St Elmo’s fire breaches banks,

It is putting the proverbial finger into the live plug,

A bolt shoots from the socket as electricity seeks to ground,

For the lighting strikes are grounding the imbalance of ions,

As the temperature is not a frequency dial to be turned on as if a tap,

It is a thermostat of infinite precision beyond scientific instruments,

Pressures intimately regulates not to benefit one part of the ecosystem at the expense of another,

But to maximise optimal tolerance in service to the species system as a whole,

For each thrives in a frequency band of overlapping life force energy 3.14159 (23),

Pi is the algorithm of the Greek Agora of constant equality in sine waves,

Fibonacci spirals firing from universal blueprints of geometric harmonic convergence,

Appearing random yet logarithmic scales are constant as golden spirals expand Pi,

For the entire system is balanced in perfect pitch on trajectories of growth potentials,

Life knows every iteration, function, change, adaptation sending signals in real time,

Life is not controlling every individual organism but ensuring the conditions are perfect,

As thriving is surviving in a diversity of whirling dervishes spinning the central sun,

And this awareness sings ‘all for ONE and ONE for all’ as the uni-verse expands possibilities.


So my friend you cannot STEM the world when power is imbalance,

For the only power that sustains recalibrates tipping points back to zero point,

For creation created you and you did not create her,

For s/he is the zero point field of endless energy that requires no genie or bottle.

Life naturally anchoring duality in polarities of:

Matter and anti-matter,

Negative and positive,

Yin and the yang,

Alpha and the omega,

Femi-nine and mascu-line,

Inhaling and exhaling,

As rhythm is a flow not a fact.

Homeostasis rebalancing pyramids as triads:

Mind, body and spirit,

Subconscious, conscious and supra conscious,

Truth, love and joy,

Father/mother, son/daughter and holy spirit,

Life, liberty and happiness,

In an infinite orchestra of feeling directing creativity,

As this is the innovation of human potential reaching for the stars.

The message of duality and triads derive the triple bottom line,

Casting a future Hexagram forecasting:

(59) Dispersion

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Line 1: You can see the very beginning of discord. This is fortunate indeed, for it is far easier to reunify and overcome separation when it first arises. Good fortune.

Line 2: Your problems originate from within. You must modify your attitudes and overcome any feelings of alienation. If you can improve your opinions and feelings toward your fellow man you will find peace of mind and avoid unnecessary suffering.

Line 6: Avoidance of danger is necessary at this time, both for yourself and especially for those of your concern. This should be accomplished in whatever way possible. Depart the situation if necessary. You will not be blamed for such action.

(3) Difficulty

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Overall: Difficulty indicates progress and success through firm correctness. Action should not be undertaken lightly, and it is wise to seek help.

For re-member the real disruption is dispersion,

Disunity is separation that does not hold firm,

For the underlying attitude is not peace,

As intolerance flips the balance into instability,

Disrupting the fabric of the human family,

As difficulties cannot be forced,

As wisdom councils are roundtables looking within for discord,

As the architects are not Future Ready,

For one cannot silence the fool,

But find one’s inner fool in the silence,

To step out of compliance and into self reliance is a master number,

That leads by example,

For love is the ONE that leads all

To surrender,

In peace.


Does Cellphones Radiation from ‘Chronic Use’ Lead to Cancer and Mass Legal Action?

Smart Cities:

The rhythm of the universe:

Inner peace:

The genie:

Australia’s St Elmo’s Fire is a Test

This poem came from inspiration about the Australian bushfires and homelessness.

Notable excerpt from The Big Issue article below:

Fire has destroyed 8.4 million hectares of land in southern and eastern Australia, an area bigger than Scotland. And despite heroic efforts by thousands of firefighters and volunteers the relentless, unpredictable and fast-changing blazes have killed at least 26 people, more than a billion animals, and destroyed over 2,000 homes.

Refer Big Issue for homeless people in fires.

There are over 116,000 people homeless in Australia.

The poem I felt inspired to write reveals the importance of fires in nature to clear the old to make way for renewable growth within us.

The poem rekindles the Australian spirit of who we really are when in crisis. The real phoenix is our rebuilding who we are as a nation.

Einstein said:

“No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it. We have to think anew”

Australia’s St Elmo’s Fire is the Test


The burning bush,

Is not a winter burn off,

It is not seasonal regeneration,

But a towering inferno of epic proportion,

Smoke billowing blanking out the blue sky,

As communities are under siege,

Seeking to defend property,

Unaware our right to property is the real fire storm,

So help me God!


A climate of change in government is not responsive to the real ecological crisis,

A climate of change in business is not responsive to sustainability as they aim for more growth with less,

Yet it is market based economics that is the red hot ember that won’t go out of season,

Cutting public services as under growth is neglected,

For they cannot see the forests for the wood,

Nature is a raw material costed for production not a natural wonder maintaining ecological function,

People are human resources costed per hour
not human beings growing up to empower,

Seen through the googles of economics
life is an algorithm not a rubrics cube,

The yoke of debt is not an Act of God but unaffordable rent,

As business as usual is endless chaos not order,

As we look for the quick buck not the long term fix,

Markets have short horizons not over the horizon radars advancing civilisation to higher expressions,

For to see beyond the space time continuum of self interest is to realise the uni-verse is the one song in tune with nature.


The wild fires have become a fire sale,

Destroying 8.4 million of hectares in the blaze will increase market prices,

A billion animals perished in the smoke haze,

Impacting the biomass as prayers were not answered,

Homeless people camping in the bush were razed
gained no relief or went missing without alarm,

Renters were given no grants or land,

As property owners are hard working and deserving,

Government, media and business jumped on the bandwagon not on the fire truck,

Circling the wagons is not containment of disruption,

Opportunities to strengthen brand images rather than imagine no brands to ask for change not coins,

Still seeking a bounty from the mutiny,

The mutiny on the bounty is to leave GDP,

As branded cattle are piled on burial mounds,

Agricultural crops and harvesters went up in smoke,

Timbers become cinders,

Run for your life abandon possessions, beloved memories and pets,

This is the test,

To save lives not things,

To remember each other and lend an equal hand,

For this is the meaning of the aussie battler,

Bush community know common unity,

As they battle fires with families and friends.


Giving is to be good as gold,

Yet what if the gold is in being truly good,

You would naturally give time and all you have,

For it is human nature to give not take away,

To pitch in or risk losing all,

As livelihood is to live your life to be really alive,

This is St Elmo’s fire testing your determination and stamina,

From smouldering embers spark new shoots to push up breaking new ground,

From hardship comes rebirth of a renewable life,

From pot ash comes the phoenix resurrecting renewal,

And all can rise when you can go down no further,

For the rural farmers have suffered for years,

They lost their voice,

Mortgages as debt was the tourniquet squeezing livelihoods year on year as hard work doesn’t yield.


Many have been weighed down…

By what is not important in fears,

By material things that no longer bring joy,

By worries about money that never end contracts,

By conflicts from stress and out of touch bureaucracy,

By family breakdown under pressure,

By rising costs and uncertain futures,

They have been the backbone of our country.


Yet what if you look up to the stars my friend?

Take your hands from your eyes to see beyond,

That a new day dawns every day,

The sun-rises from the east setting in the west,

To know that from bad seeds come good,

From disruption comes clarity of purpose,

For you can’t get back what is a final demand,

When one door closes another opens,

And the finale of life is to let go when it is done and dusted,

To face fires, flood, famine and drought fearlessly
as dawn, midday and dusk mark time,

For we must face the phases of the moon together,

We must give a hand up and a hand out
no matter who is in need,

As you are me,

And I am you,

Learn to let go of the seed of greed marketed as need,

It is the fast breeder of fear,

It is the terminator seed,

For what you give away returns the bounty,

What you earn you give away in trust,

As abundance is not in what you have but who you are when you dig deep,

And who you are is gratitude, service and love without end,

And these are the real seeds St Elmo’s fire is renewing,

For the old must die for the new to arise.


We are one country under the Southern Cross,

We are stewards not owners,

We are temporary not permanent,

When every ONE is deserving of charity,

We are a nation girt by sea,

From the coast, to the forest, to the deserts,

We are free,

We have boundless plains to share to care,

And air to breathe when we see the key,

That we can regenerate our country’s spirit,

We are dreaming in the land of Oz,

Starting again resets from zero point,

To nurture shattered lives by piecing together the puzzle as the final peace in the big picture,

The deck chairs are rearranging on the titanic seeking to keep the currency afloat,

The Big Issue is that Australians are sharing the bounty not holding cards to the chest,

As friends in-deed we are stepping up to lead,

For Mount Kosciusko can be climbed in a day,

The Murray can replenish a sunburnt country,

The Snowy Mountains can rekindle Clancy of the Overflow,

As he drove cattle down mountain views where all hesitated to step off the real cliff hanger,

He proved the impossible is possible,

Courage leads whilst fear weighs the risks,

In the high country the brumby’s sniff the wind adapting to climates of change as they know which way to run.

Australians know the struggle and the peaks,

As we are heading for a depression of great magnitude,

An economic earthquake shaking ‘em up,

The Great Barrier Reef sacrificed corals to pollution favouring a crown of thorns,

The Great Artesian basin is sinking the water table as hard water is diverted and dries up,

Salt lakes muddy clean waters,

Fertilising biosciences grow at ever diminishing returns akin anti-bio-tics,

Nature is not an electrical circuit board or linear cog in an industrial flywheel,

It is a tipping point of infinitesimal sensitivity,

Where the sum of the parts is the whole.

Descartes reduced life to boxes not cells,

Newton gravitated to apples not seeds,

Einstein’s relativity theory was not absolute,

Mythical dragons breathe fire yet oxygen is fuel,

Oxford became lost in space seeking the last frontier,

Dances with Wolves chose to go to the frontier country before it was lost,

Buffalos were killed for skins not hunger,

Science invented wars losing the peace prize,

For the real courage is to face what we have truly lost and not hesitate to act,

We are lost in space unable to make peace

A priority,

For until we do we hesitate on the mountain view unable to step off the cliff of uncertainty,

As life is not predictable nor mechanical,

It is a miracle,

And only when you lose everything do you realise the true value of life,

For this is the real gold,

Or indeed the Fool’s Gold of awakening from the dream,

Fires cleanse away debris to make way for renewable growth,

To see the forest instead of the wood,

To value nature as a flow not a production process,

For the real currency is love,

What you truly love becomes visible in crisis,

To breathe is nature’s rhythm,

To speak is nature’s sound scape,

To eat is nature’s bounty given for free,

For free dominion is nature’s possibility,

That self selects when the fruit is ripe,

To fall from the tree at the perfect moment,

As love withholds no wealth from life,

As life is the real wealth loving,

And until you taste the sweetness
greed will be the bad seed replanted,

Yielding endless wars fuelling climates of disruptive change,

For until the burning bush is seen as a message from the creator,

Heralding that all people are chosen,

And that all roads lead home,

For Rome will return to the Garden of Eden,

Adam & Eve will plant an apple tree together,

Receiving nature’s bounty at the perfect time in peace,

Loving what is was all ways the peace that passeth all understanding.

Homelessness Ends When Home Begins in Y/our Heart

I was rejected from being registered on the housing register today.  That is to have your name for the next available house.  I was told it takes 20 years.  Nonetheless I was rejected because I had no money.  I received another rejection from the Superannuation regulator that I do not qualify under hardship as I am not on Centrelink (welfare) and the fact that I can prove I have no money or assets is irrelevant as only Centrelink is recognised.  People get approximately $550 a fortnight and I have no income. Yet a person on this payment can access their superannuation.  I cannot access it survive as technically I am not entitled if I am not receiving welfare.

I felt some sorrow tonight as it is an endless road I am on where there is no help for those homeless due to economic circumstances. If I am in a fire, it will be different.  They get support, shelter, food, clothing and grants.  People will take them in, but not a poor person as they are silently blamed for their circumstances.  Incredible.

I wrote this poem tonight to find the light in the darkness of ignorance and lack of empathy for the poorest of the poor who are equal in truth.

Homelessness Ends When Home Begins in Y/our Heart 

To be home-less,

Is to have no home,

To have no home,

Is to have no place,

To have no place,

Means you don’t belong,

To not belong,

Means you are isolated and displaced,

To be isolated and displaced,

Means you are a refugee in search of refuge,

To have no refuge,

Means there is no support offered,

There is no rescue or crisis response,

There is no help or concern,

There is only silence,

As you do not fit the criteria,

Even when on the street,

It is up to you if you sink or swim!


For to be homeless,

Means you made your bed,

But you can’t sleep in it.


If you are homeless due to fire or flood,

Then you will be given shelter and a bed,

You will be given food and clothing,

Donations will pour in as you are deserving,

You were earning and working hard,

You have earned the right to income support,

The community will pitch in,

The media will report these stories,

As the fire or flood is not your fault,

It is a natural disaster,

An act of God,

You are the innocent victim of circumstances,

You lost your house and possessions,

Everyone cares about your plight,

You feel seen and heard,

They will make sure you are alright,

Airlifted in the middle of the night.


If you are homeless due to economic failures,

Pick yourself up,

If you are homeless because of a landlord eviction due to his illegal dwelling,

There is no compensation or grant given,

If you are homeless due to abuse and trauma,

There is no counselling or show of concern,

You don’t earn,

If you are homeless due to housing unaffordability,

Get a better paying job,

Find a partner to share the rent,

But if you are alone you are left alone,

Poverty is the greatest violence.


You lose access to:

A phone to call for help,

Quality food to stay healthy,

Quality medical care ,

Legal representation,


Friends and family,

Social outings and the normal life,

Quicker Toll roads,

Parking is no longer free,

Community events,

Insurance to cover in case of accident,

For if you do not pay you have no say.


You will ask around as you are lost,

You will be passed from pillar to post

and found wanting,

For there is never enough,

Waiting lists mean there is no funding,

There is no compassion or concern,

There is no offer of food,

There is no offer of shelter,

For if you have no money,

You will fall between the cracks to discover,

The gaps in humanity are unbridgeable,

As the maze is the real smoky haze where you cannot see your way clear,

You’ve cried many tears,

It just got too hard,

You realise there is no way out,

There is no exit or escape,

There is no way up when the only way is down,

Silence becomes the sound of….suicide.


The community turns its back in indifference quoting legislation or criteria,

Not one kind word is spoken,

Professionalism is cold and impassive,

For you have no choice,

You have no voice,

As you choke on your story,

They don’t care at all if you have no bed to make,

As you can’t afford any rent but you have a tent,

You are worth less in others eyes,

Vulnerable to deceit and lies,

You are an economic refugee with no country of origin,

For there is no economic refugee convention,

Your rights are excised at Christmas as you live on a deserted island,

Cut off Centre-link as a digital link with no heart connection,

All are numbers and names are ID,

Artificial Intelligence is Auto-mation,

An electric voice with no-emotion,

No-one cares for y/our story – comply or lie,

No comply no pay – why?

For contention is dissention,

Dissention is sedition,

Conscientious objection to corruption is vilification,

For you can only say YES in a smart city,

Not a clever country,

Those SMART revoke your licence,

To own nothing is to hold no rights,

The inalienable right to be human cannot be owned,

Democracy is the right to have a say,

As freedom of speech honours diversity as unity.

Defiance is non compliance when:

You are not complying with…

No right to self determination,

You are not complying with …

No right to shelter,

You are not complying with…

Work for the dole as slavery,


You are not complying with…

Forced agreement to job plans,

Forced job applications without pay rates,

Ineffective activities falsify the relationship,

As it is not about gaining a job,

But funding the private job providers to search,

For it is corporate welfare that works,

Those that do not work languish on welfare,

Does anyone care?

Will this Advance Australia Fair?


For when you stand on your feet in integrity

And say no to what you feel is detrimental,

Speaking up for mental health,

Refuse to live on your knees and plead for help,

Conscientious objection becomes the grounds for rejection as shifting sands change the legal scape,

As sands through the hour glass waste the days of our lives, beyond time with income limits.


You do not have the right to access a housing register,

There is no right to shelter when out in the cold,

No matter severe hardship the cold deprives,

Greed punishes those not working 9 to 5,

For the system to work all must work hard,

No matter unforeseen circumstances or bad luck,

You do not have the right to receive superannuation to relieve hardship but you can renovate your property rights as building rites are ok,

You do not have the right to say no to corruption impacting social destruction,

You do not have the right to homeless services as only user’s pay higher rates,

They deserve to stay in rooming houses in small rooms with narrow views,

As there is no privacy or personal space,

Only consumers have the right to a bed for the night,

And poor citizens have lost the right to be human,

Human rights conventions are paper tigers and talk fests to fool the public as standards are poor,

As the stock exchange is now a market garden,

Freedom of information is not free but hidden,

Regulators are not independent as funding cuts under resource the real regulation of misconduct,

Appeals to reverse decisions are not fair hearings but processes to guidelines of control finalising outcomes,

Equality before the law bows to the judge of status,

As the home-less are not equal or believed lawful,

The court users ‘pay’ to uphold status and property rites,

Sliding scales ensure there is no safety net or level playing field for whistle-blowers,

Just a free fall in fields of fire as the heat is on,

Where to fall is free and to be burned is to learn you are not free,

There is no hand up or hand out only silence,

As you have no right to life or life with rites,

Access is a digital transaction not a rite of passage to higher learning as wisdom steps back,

For one has to earn the rite to vote.


The homeless vote for what is right,

As the kite that upholds REAL HOPES in…

Responsibility, Empathy, Awareness, Love,
Honesty, Oneness, Peace, Enjoyment and Service

…floats for equality as comm-unity action,

E-quality rebalances in-equity,

EQ is the quality of emotional intelligence in-forming natural equity as abundance.


For you are me and I am you in gratuity,

And what you do to another returns to the self,

No matter fire, wind, drought, plague, flood or snow,

Everyone deserves to know as ‘Above so Below’,

As this is the secret garden that grows in perpetuity,

For only the light reveals what is dark,

The Yin and Yang finds harmony in balance.


Poverty is the greatest imbalance stunting growth,

As one goes without when another has too much,

Greed and poverty are the happy/sad face dancing in the dark of ignorance without romance,

Balance is caring,

Democracy is sharing,

As we share abundance grows,

For no-one will go with OUT,

All will go with IN and remember …

Evolution = no-it-u-love (reversed),

When love is known

Home is owned

without payment,

As a place of unconditional love

is the statement received,



Homelessness ends when home begins in y/our heart,

Heart is where the Home is,

To be heart-less is to be home-less,

For home-less is only less,

When the heart is care-less

Realisation suddenly reverses the roles

in truth.


To shelter under a roof,

Is the relief that is super,

As government housing investments redirect funding into public assets reassessing real wealth as the real estate.

The real Wealth of Nations creates a caring economy,

Putting people before the (shopping) cart,

A sustainable art of the equitable economy,

Rebalancing people over infinite profit,

To care is to share the new social prophets,

As economy means household as the Home,

And share-holding is to hold each other up,

For this is the greatest wealth in any nation,

That yields Gross National Happiness as endless growth that sustains humanity,

In peace.




The War Within US

Is the war path The Way? It is the duty of who see the blind man on a blind horse heading towards the abyss.  For the War US is within projected without in endless wars of win/lose.  What is put out returns is the inner-sense.



This is the song to those who cannot see,


This is for those who can not hear,


This is for those who can not speak with


Who are deaf and dumb to what they do,

And how it affects what others choose.


For you are busy,

You are consumed,

By your own pain,

And those around you are invisible,

For the war within is the real war,

That divides society,

At its core.


So I say to all,

Please stop yelling,

And start listening,

Please stop ignoring,

And start facing the mirror,

Please let go of the story of others,

And look into your own story,

Let go of criticism of how others wrong you,

And consider what you are doing which is wrong,

For you are the role model,

You live the example,

And what example are you setting,

What is that you do that you keep forgetting?

As you project on to others what you cannot own,

The walls you build keep emotions out,

As your windows are dark and stained,

As denial hides in the corner,

Refusing to let go,

Of the past.


Has misery made a home in your heart?

Has blame made your bed?

Have patterns become grooves,

That dive deep,

As the same record keeps on playing,

The same old song.


Why not try a new song?

Why not jump the track?

Why not open the windows and see,

Close your eyes and listen,

For the birds are singing at a higher crescendo,

As a new morning dawns as above so below,

You yawn as you see a different day glow,

As realisation hits you like a thunderbolt,

That there is no blade of grass out of place,

That every moment comes to you by design,

All is for your greatest good,

Even when It seems bleak,

For when you seek you will find,

A way opens out of darkness.