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Learn Rebellion

Where everyone is hustling
Seek nothing from your time.

Don’t try and capitalize it.
You can never profit from your own slavery.

Choose solitude over noisy company;
Invalidation can be a valuable gift.

Let the agitated
Have and live with the last word.

Do the illogical…
And free yourself from the prison of opinions.

Lose purposely.
It’s better than celebrating mindless wins.

Reject the world that is designed to ingratiate itself to you
Seek honesty. Choose difficulty. Cherish the frictions.

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Can We?

Isn’t there creativity
In creating technologies
That can create anything that humans can?

Isn’t there creativity
In developing a simulation
Of human intelligence?

Have the expectations from human creativity
Now reached heights
That cannot be humanly scaled?

Is this the last we are seeing
Of human agency and creativity
At and for human scale?

Can we now find the creativity
To articulate a definition of creativity
That is free of pride and desire and ambition?

Can we return to a way of seeing
That is free of filters and grotesque forms
That hype up beauty, wealth, knowledge and power?

Can we stop creating the Gods
That we couldn’t find?
Can we become seekers of truth again?

Can we reclaim the necessary-
Our leisure, our slowness, our honesty;
And walk away from our creations of the unnecessary?

Can we pause the accolades and celebrations
And ask if there is a higher creativity to be found
In no longer creating creativity-sucking simulations?

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We Are All Learning

We are all learning…
Learning what to do
(Or what not to do)
So that we can be
Light, not shadow
Pure creativity, not conclusion
Free, not enslaved
Abundant, not limited
Happy, not despondent
Truthful, not dishonest
Courageous, not fearful
Grateful, not bitter

We are all learning
Because it’s only in learning
That we grow.

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What You Can Do For Me

Free me if you must
From smallness
Save me from shrinking
Liberate me from fear
Educate my desires.

Inspire me to greatness
Reveal to me the finest
Move my attention
From fault to feature
Bless me with generosity and kindness.

In a haze of abstractions
Give me the vision to see the real
Make visible the invisible
Give me the courage to choose faith
When I’m tempted to choose what’s easy.

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Forgive, Because You Are Human

Forgiveness is love.
It is to give your kindness
To those who show you none.

Relationships are not equal
They are not always reciprocal.
But they are…they exist
And one is called upon by life
To honour existence.

One can’t bend what is
To one’s liking
To question existence
Is to be faced with what it is
As an answer.

Forgiveness is a tough lesson.
It is honouring, accepting and letting go–
All at once.
In forgiving, we don’t come closer
We move beyond.

We create space
We trust in the power of love
To heal, to help, to transform.

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Culture

I’ve often wondered about nakedness
Not just of the body
But also of the mind…
And how we’ve constructed
The meaning of virtue with so much nuance.

The human is a creature of meaning;
Of perception enhanced by learning.
We understand the extent of a day
By learning to ‘see’ the night.
Differences perceived make clear the definition.

The dressed body is intentional
It is a desire to be seen on one’s own terms
Not simply as a naked truth
But as a presence that is simultaneously
Human and divine; here and beyond.

We must dress up, not because we are vain
But because we are seeking who we are–
Not just naked bodies, but in our nakedness,
We are a vast cosmos of possibilities.
Through dress, we come to see newer versions of ourselves.

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When Will Wisdom Come?

When will wisdom come?
When you have lived a life
Of many detours…and many turns?
Or when unimpressed
With the map of the world
You reach for the stars?
Or when reality makes demands on you
But you leave to live your dream?

When will wisdom come?
When you walk the tried and tested path
Laid down by those who walked before?
Or when you seek recourse in religion
To be saved from a pervasive evil?
Or, as a pledge to the highest in humanity
You stay non-violent…
And hurt no one.

But is wisdom the child of intent?
Or the joy of escape?
Or the reward for resolve?
Or the unleashing of wild passions?
Or, is it a light that beams through you
When you have discovered
Along the way
How to be happy.

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Being Capable of Love

Child,
Not everyone you meet
Will do you good
Not everyone you meet
Will be sincere
Not everyone you meet
Will love you as perfection.
Your ideas of love
May not easily be fulfilled.

Love has many different faces
From the ugly to the sublime.
Love resists being contained
Within narrow definitions.
And yet it needs boundaries…
Otherwise, it remains doomed as hate.
Love must be understood
Through the instruments of love
Patience, attention, trust and faith.

Sometimes love is received.
At other times, often more challenging,
It needs to be given.

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The Existing Clock

There’s a clock in my home

That shows a different time.

It seems to have its own pace

It works on a different rhythm.

If I had to consult the other clocks

They’d say it does not work.

They would recommend repair

Or a replacement.

After all the job of a clock 

Is to work “round the clock”

And unfailingly show us the right time.

I don’t know why I haven’t done it yet…

Why I haven’t repaired or replaced it…

“There are better clocks out there,” they say.

I know. But my knowing 

Doesn’t want to act on its knowledge.

I like it being wrong.

I like that it shows me a different time.

I like that it is out of sync and free.

It makes me smile.

The clock does work

Just not in the way it’s supposed to.

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What is the Heart Afraid of?

Why is the heart afraid
Of darkness?
Why is the heart afraid
Of the unknown?
Why is the heart afraid
To take chances?

What does it stand to lose
By challenging existence?
Will it lose its gratitude?
Wisdom?
Restraint?
Will it lose a grip on life itself?

But what is life?
Is it the freedom to be?
The freedom to make-believe?
Is it suffering?
An entanglement?
Or an illusion?

How strange it is
That life cannot be known.
It’s a mystery.
It can only be lived.
It can only be experienced.
Sometimes in the light; sometimes in darkness.

Sometimes in action;
Sometimes in passivity.
Sometimes in isolation;
Sometimes in longing.
Sometimes desiring an end;
Sometimes an eternal continuity.

The heart is afraid
Because it must after all,
Venture into life alone and bravely.
Without the cleverness of thought.
It must come to see that it doesn’t need architecture;
That it exists in the realm of surrender and possibility.