All that we have
Is capable of higher transformation
To Spirit Self
The hatred we had and found as others hardened
To us can be as cider - 'suck it up'
So shows the outer world by inner pain a path of kindness
The softness of she, or he, who loved us so tenderly
Will be with me forever as a gift
A faculty, but can be more than that
Allowed to leave us in its flight
Aflame forever in its own true freedom
Our inner lover toddles to its feet
Unsteady, fumbling yet, but ready for the next step
'I am I In InI we meet'.
Note: A legacy of slave days, colloquial Jamaican speech used 'me' where standard English uses 'I'; slaves had been taught to see themselves as objects rather than subjects even in their own speech. The Rastafarian movement, realising this, began using 'I' in every possible context. In particular Rastas use 'InI' (i.e. I and I) where English uses 'we', a coining that shows exactly the relationship of the humans we are seeking to grow into, in the age of the consciousness soul.
Published in Perspectives December 2018 - February 2019.
Presented to Yvonne Bester by her brother Charlie at Ballito on the 16th July 2009
This is the true joy of life, to be used for a purpose;
Recognized by yourself to be a mighty one.
To be a force of nature, instead of a feverish,
Little clod; Forever complaining, that the world
Won’t devote itself to making you happy.
It is my belief that my life belongs to the community
And that I must do whatever I can to make it happy.
When I die I want to be used up, because
The more I work the more I live.
I love life for its own sake.
To me life is not a flickering candle, but a bright shining
Light, to be held up high and made to shine as brightly
As possible, until I hand it on to the next generation.
Mission statement of George Bernard Shaw
by Aaron Mirkin
by Jane Abrahams, with love. 12/9/17
For Malcolm and Christine
as they leave Johannesburg.
by David Wertheim Aymes (written after the talk Peter van Breda gave on the Friday (22nd September 2017) before the Ordination of Michaël Merle)
Posted 30 October 2016
By a little girl dying of cancer. Contributed by Anne-Marie van Dijk.
Posted 2 April 2016
I am the curtain making the light look folded
I am the child who swam in the pool in the forest
and was not discovered
I am the little girl who saw round rocks blink
and glow in the limpid waters, red and rust and grey
I was loved by my pets and loved them completely.
They were mine, my inheritance and I learned from the way of gentleness
I am the one who asked for help and got it
I wore pale pearls like tears because they were my destiny
I wore black, like a slave, proudly, knowing I was the slave of children
I am the one who saw streams of light pulsing
around the eagles wings as they flew crying into the cup of the lake.
And I am the grown person who never left childhood or its growing or its pain.
Posted 12 November 2015
Smashed into a towbar
On my way to breakfast
Still in time for breakfast
The Act of Consecration of Man
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