It Quaked
Within me, it was alive.
I didn’t know.
Maybe just dormant
as it carried and cried.
Cracks appearing,
scary, unnerving.
I quaked.
I shook.
Left feeling disconnected.
It was not me,
it was my foundations.
It was never meant to be
the only path,
the only destination.
Life had to be lived,
society had to be shifted.
It wasn...
Tuesday 19th August 2025 10:27 am
We are not are
It took years to find its connection.
Growth and support waxed and waned,
its existence controlled.
This tree seeks the sun,
yet high-rise buildings ration a meagre supply —
enough to survive,
not enough to thrive.
Even at night it is bathed in light:
street lamps,
office towers.
City buses and trucks —
transporting products far more valuable than this lo...
Tuesday 19th August 2025 10:22 am
Seismic Activity
Is it a warning?
A confirmation?
Is it me?
Lost in sense-making. Do I dare trust my knowing that I haven’t the words for?
A revolutionary emerging?
I see you. I hear you. I seek to continue this path.
Unmask, resist, disrupt and create.
Saturday 16th August 2025 11:56 pm
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