Order and Chaos (Theory)

  Order is a place of safety, familiarity and predictability.  As human beings we crave order. Order is the familiar route home, the set routine, patterns, cycles, templates, traditions and solvable equations. In short, order is all that is known. Chaos is a place of unfamiliarity and unpredictability. Chaos is utilised by story tellers, movie … More Order and Chaos (Theory)

The Enlightenment

  It’s okay to still believe. It’s okay to cup your hand in that ancient stream. To flex and strive, admit defeat. It’s alright to yield, to beat your wings upon a fleeting sheet of sky. To sail on still the silent seas. Leave fallow fields, to go to seed. To sink roots deep, plunge … More The Enlightenment

Heron

  Your wings arch and rise. Beneath such tides the world is silenced.   Observant, the clouds roll back a parchment scribed with prophesy I can’t translate.   Your eye, dart sharp, immaculate, clear as a lake reflecting granite sky. Your dull plumage brims with a universe of stars.   From marble plinth, brink you … More Heron

The Sacred Masculine in the Wake of Feminism

Feminism has encouraged a narrow definition of what might be deemed “acceptable” masculinity.  Throughout history, women have had to undermine their own truth to fit, societal expectations of the “perfect female” and it has led to problems on both an individual and social scale. To ask men to do the same may create some cathartic sense of justice but will only further compound the original problem of inequality. Rather than seeking after further diminishing we should rather be consciously seeking the best for one another by constantly striving to be the best version of our selves. … More The Sacred Masculine in the Wake of Feminism

A Mother

  I carry the restless, unfulfilled desire and the overflowing cup in one hand, a child in the other. I carry the abandonment to sleep, the heaving chest, the heavy eyes, the weight of dreams, on my back.   Blossoms bloom from sepal shaped shackles that still flowing streams. My leaves fall awake in cold … More A Mother