tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315744202024-03-19T16:04:29.118+11:00Geoff Bullock... Darkness and Lightmusic, musings, poetry, politics, vulnerablity, lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.comBlogger477125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-43510641059525720292016-07-07T21:10:00.001+10:002016-07-07T21:10:29.062+10:00waking.
Waking,
The light creeps
Into the dark.
The room is silent,
My mind sullen.
In an instant,
Thoughts invade
What was a broken dream.
I chase the retreating sleep,
But,
It has gone
And has left me
With another day
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-12831841973204768272016-07-07T21:07:00.001+10:002016-07-07T21:07:05.529+10:00We are "them"It is easy to judge,easy to make an enemy,far easier to see another's faults,to alienate and exclude.It is far harder to examine ourselvesseeing our own failingsbefore we see another's.It is far harder to love our enemiesas we would love our friends.Our lives must be an ongoing struggleagainst those deep and desperate desiresto stand on the wounded shouldersof those we chose to see asfallen, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-8233749982800924252016-02-02T18:58:00.002+11:002016-02-02T18:58:19.449+11:00Poem by Warsan Shire
Home” by Warsan Shire
no one leaves home unlesshome is the mouth of a sharkyou only run for the borderwhen you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than youbreath bloody in their throatsthe boy you went to school withwho kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factoryis holding a gun bigger than his bodyyou only leave homewhen home won’t let you stay.
no one Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-25316343234791129902016-01-08T15:08:00.003+11:002016-01-08T15:08:31.161+11:00Life
Love without reason,love without restraint.find an empty heartand fill it with yourself. Look beyond angry eyes,hear behind angry words,discover the aching heartand the wounded soul,be a healer,love.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-11913163890109606952015-09-07T20:30:00.003+10:002015-09-07T20:30:34.230+10:00Silence is not goldenIf you have a voice,Stop singingAnd shout for compassion. Love is the antidote for fear.Why and what do we fear?Let love answer your questions,Compelling youTo be..In the boat,Behind the veil,Under the intervention,MisunderstoodAnd marginalised.Let your voice cry out..Until grace fills the worldAnd love overcomes.Till then,We have a longAnd lonely journey.Silence makes our worldDulled,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-54386287162924466822015-09-07T20:29:00.002+10:002015-09-07T20:29:19.833+10:00There was a timethere was once a timewhen there were no words.no memory,not even a story to tell. There was a time that came beforeall that we have ever believed to be true,all that we have treasured,debated, studied, fought for and retained.For there was a time where only truth remained.there was no need for this truth to be taught,there was no need for consent or adherance,no need for disciples or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-58061940226526850722015-09-07T20:28:00.001+10:002015-09-07T20:28:13.818+10:00Sometimes Sometimes I fear we are silent to the truthand rather loud to the less significant. Sometimes I fear that love is smothered And compassion is denied. Could it beThat the words we studyRemain lifelessArousing out angerWhilst silent to its inspiration.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-3405504559949308462015-02-25T09:03:00.002+11:002015-02-25T09:03:40.261+11:00Lessons
I have learnt very little in successWhilst realising that popularity rarely makesEnduring friendships...And of course,As tempting as it is,Money only makes sadnessA little more comfortable.However,I am learning,The guidebook to lifeIs the enduring challengesOf the consequences of ourMany great failures.My teachers are my faults,Somehow,We must all rise from being the victims,To become the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-43383716396507660542015-02-16T20:38:00.002+11:002015-02-16T20:38:21.976+11:00Mercy, have mercy
Please my friends, mercy must forever triumph over judgment otherwise we all fail and fall. Whatever our opinions and bias, we exist simply because of an act of overwhelming grace. It's time to cry,To weep, to plead,And shout,Have mercy.It's still time to start a grace revolution.It's still time for hope,It's still time to petition,Whatever the crime,Equalling it degrades us Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-18190299956338362712014-11-18T15:55:00.000+11:002014-11-18T15:55:02.132+11:00Daughters and sons
We are mothersFathersDaughtersSonsWe were all onceThe expected babeImpatientTo be bornTo live to loveAnd to be lovedWe are alwaysThat child in armsLonging to be heldAnd to hold.Live childlikeThe innocenceOf not fully knowingAmazed by the adventuresThat arriveUnexpected.We never need to grow upThe child in usCan remainRegardless of the yearsWe will always beDaughtersAnd sons.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-80424070358996024002014-11-18T15:52:00.003+11:002014-11-18T15:52:58.111+11:00Choose love
Life is the continual challenge To turn all thingsInto an expression Of loveAnd loving. In the face of fearLoveIn the face of hatredLoveIn the face of bigotryLoveWhen rejectedMalignedMisrepresentedAnd abusedLove.Chose to loveThe unloveable,Even your villainsAnd enemiesFor this isThe comingOf the Kingdom.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-89030285616162570472014-11-08T07:18:00.001+11:002014-11-08T07:18:15.397+11:00Imagine
Imagine,A kingdom of loveThat would dissolve The fears,AnxietiesAnd silence themWith simple actsOf compassion.Imagine,A communityOf genuine careA peopleUnconditionallyCommitted to acceptanceAnd affirmation.There stands One,Who lived,lovedAnd stretched out his armsTo worldLocked in the loveless pursuitsThat steal joy from souls.See!He stands in the middleOf those who accuse himLoving Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-20432255817622088302014-10-30T10:45:00.000+11:002014-10-30T10:45:22.352+11:00Love and loving
I continually find myself being inspired by images and narratives of love and compassion. The world is full of these encounters, whether in sacred texts, legends, or the glorious day to day encounters with transcendent gifts of grace. In and through these we are challenged to rise above our humanity, choosing to love beyond our biases and prejudices. More than ever, love calls us to respond Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-4096204891776160202014-10-20T11:02:00.000+11:002014-10-20T11:02:07.492+11:00God is love
God is love.
to be in Him,
and Him in us
is to be immersed
and saturated
into love...
pure, eternal,
immeasurable
unconditional
and constant.
God is love,
every encounter with Him
is the choice
to be loved,
to love
and to remain.
loving.
God is love.
We are baptised into love,
we are risen into love.
Beyond all things,
the sublime goal
and eternal destination
is Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-25171211012021569842014-10-12T14:47:00.004+11:002014-10-12T14:47:33.507+11:00LovingThe singular persuit of all spiritual endeavoursis purelyand simplyto embrace lovebeyond the boundaries that exempt usfrom becomingloving.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-25258959307155173662014-09-29T17:23:00.001+10:002014-09-29T17:23:43.274+10:00QuietGentle day,loved and loving.Quiet,still,words,my pianoand soft thoughtsflowing inwardand outward.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-54648709427896513922014-09-08T11:14:00.000+10:002014-09-08T11:14:38.150+10:00Without love
Without loveAll we have Is a belief structure. Without loveAll we have Are excusesAnd reasons. Without loveWe are lost to each otherAnd lost to ourselves. In loveWe are intimateWith the sublime essenceThat transcends all things.In spite of ourselvesWe have just one choice,We are called to beLovingAnd to beLovers.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-68043990144202743372014-09-03T08:55:00.001+10:002014-09-03T08:55:16.008+10:00Listen
Words, no matter how perfect,Are insufficient. My spirit speaks louder And clearerThan my lips. To know meIs to hear the voice of my heart,The songs of my soul.What I speak,And what you hear,What I write,And what your readMay fail to tell my story.Let us stop listening,And sit together in the quiet,Hearing each otherUntil we begin to recogniseAnd seek to know.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-50235222857740104612014-09-03T08:45:00.002+10:002014-09-03T08:45:36.815+10:00Blow wind, blow
The wind is roaring through the trees,Branches strainingTheir leaves taking flight.I've retreated to indoors. Perhaps, we should invite these squallsTo blow through the scattered thoughtsThat lie, unchallenged,Rising, unbidden,To taunt the dayWith the struggles of yesterday.Blow wind,Blow.Let the mists and fogsOf our mindsBe clearedBy a bracing, biting gale.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-91820871127320715862014-08-26T19:54:00.003+10:002014-08-26T19:54:58.929+10:00Life
Sitting quietly,
Thoughts and memories.....
The past
Simply bringing me
To this place.
I am the out working of relationships,
Moulded by acquaintances
Family, friends
And lovers.
We have looked
Deeply,
into each other's eyes,
Plumbing the depths of our frail hearts.
For some,
We are still walking together
And yet others,
So sadly
drifting apart.
Embracing,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-4238783165859430212014-08-21T11:21:00.001+10:002014-08-21T11:21:52.840+10:00Arriving
Footsteps,So often trodThrough the mists of dayOr the dark of night.Yet,So often,I find myself amazedAnd thankful,That my destinationHas found me.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-17334688135567694362014-08-21T11:20:00.002+10:002014-08-21T11:20:32.066+10:00The confusion of being
The confusion of being,Living...Sometimes the mirrorIs more honestThan memory.Let integrity be moreThan a concept,And loveDeeper Than a word.Frail footstepsInto the future,We all restSafe,In the armsThat the words of our closestAnd dearestWrap around us.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-49320163123022836502014-08-21T11:18:00.003+10:002014-08-21T11:18:19.908+10:00Memories
SittingWith a lifetime of memories. Some... They warm me,Some chill me to the coreSome bring a smileAnd many bring tears. Yet,As I rememberI am comforted,All these moments,They are my tutors,I seek to look deeplyWithout justificationsExcuses or blameAnd grow.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-81485705894781368152014-08-17T18:46:00.000+10:002014-08-17T18:46:03.663+10:00Hold and be held.
Stay close to the ones you love,Endure the winters,Celebrate the summers,Sing on the mountain peaks,Hold each other in the deserts,Love passionately,Love beyond feelings,EmotionsAnd desire.Don't turn away,Look deep intoEach other's heart,Let anger be dilutedBy listening,Compassionately,Patiently,Until your wordsCan once againbe filled with loveAnd commitment.Let love blossom,A perpetual spring,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31574420.post-33132164692002458042014-07-21T21:58:00.000+10:002014-07-21T21:58:00.318+10:00Ever restless love
Let your heart breakUntil it cries outAt the thoughtOf another's pain.May compassion form words,An unstoppable torrent,Falling from your lips As a deluge,into the dry placesWhere justificationsTurn back the rivers of mercy.Let us run,Beyond the exhaustion of helplessness,With hope as a beaconLighting the crooked pathsThat have causedFar too many feetTo stumble.And,Above all,Shout to thoseAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357132233075252570noreply@blogger.com1