Tuesday, December 7, 2010

The human race

I'm in awe with the human race. We all think we are so different and try our uttermost to be individualistic, but at the end of the day, we are all the same (more or less in anyway). This statement makes life a bit boring, I suppose, but we all want the same things.

We all want happiness, love, acceptance and peace. And we try our best, surely in different ways, but we still try to gain all of these and most of the time unconsciously.

The poor fellow that is roaming the streets for a rand or two to buy something for his terminal hunger that seems to never end. Maybe all he wants is to be treated with respect and not disgust. You don't know his story, therefore do not judge!

The big shot, with his big mansion and shiny car, on the outside everything looks great and in order, but can you see his inside. You don't know his story, therefore do not judge!

The girl who is dressed from head to toe in black, with piercings in every possible place on her body and tattoo's that make your head turn away. Don't treat her like a demon. You don't know her story, therefore do not judge!

I vow to be different (what a paradox!) and to treat everybody the same. This is my new challenge for December and hopefully I will be able to see clearly, through walls, through money, through poverty and arrogance and only see as it is.

"Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail"
- Muriel Strode

Although this quote is totally in contrast with the first statement, I will leave a trail behind of acceptance of all and no judgement. What a challenge!!!!!!!




Monday, November 29, 2010

Journey 3

Jy huppel met die pad af
en bring vir my n mandjie herinnering,
vee my mond met jou hare skoon
en breek die verlede in drie.

Die eerste deel gryp ek met albei hande vas,
sluk dit in en verstik in die soet nasmaak.
Jy raak my lippe aan en sê dat ek moet stadig,
dis 'n langsame proses.

Trane loop oor my wange,
terwyl my hande bewerig oor joune vou.
Ons gryp die wind en stuur dit na die noorde,
in die suide maak ons kranse van wit noem-noem bosse.

Terwyl ons lywe bak in die namiddag son,
voer jy my met die tweede deel.
Die smaak lê frank in my mond
en ek smeek jou op op te hou.

Jy tel my vir oulaas op,
sny my hart in stukke
en verdwyn oor die horison.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Journey 2

Ek pak my lewe in 'n rugsak,
sodat ek ligvoets oor jou siel kan trap.

Ons spring jubelend oor die aardkors,
gryp die son en deel dit in vier gelyke dele.
Blaas elke deel in 'n ander windrigting
en lag oor "global warming".
In die nanag pluk ons die maan
en speel sokker tot sweet pêrels ons liggaam deurdrenk.

Ek gryp jou met tien vingers vas,
vou jou tot 'n vierkant
en pos jou na onbekende lande.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Journey 1

Ek sluimer in en sien hoe jy dans in kleure.
Dis 'n somers wals, en jou vreugde aansteeklik
Jy vou my lyf in jou handpalms, streel saggies oor my hare en sê dat alles "okay" sal wees.

Ons dans kaalvoet onder die sekelmaan en draf
padlangs tot by die Drakensberge.
Vandaar vat ons kortpad en maak nes in 'n vyeboom.
Jy wys my die pyn van die aarde en troos my met vrede.

Jou geheime taal wil ek opraap en insluk, stadig verteer, sodat dit deur my are kan vloei en ek opnuut lewend kan word.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Paradoks

Ek draf in die pad tussen oseaan en woestyn en hoor die jammer gefluister van die aarbol wat rooi hitte opvreet vir stof.

Mense strompel plesierig rond in klam gedagtes, terwyl ander se trane dans van pyn.

Gulsige oë krummel sappig tot 'n feesmaal, waar 'n vrou spiraal lê en wag op 'n tergende hand uit die kosmos.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Picture perfect


When we concentrate on the black, one can see some sort of animal or any other kind of form, (depending on the level of craziness you find yourself in). When one focus rather on the picture/story, one sees peace, tranquility and endless possibilities. Why then do we choose to rather look at all the negative shapes formed by our mind, instead of looking at the beauty in front of us?
"Eating, loving, singing and digesting are, in truth, the four acts of the comic opera known as life, and they pass like bubbles of a bottle of champagne. Whoever lets them break without having enjoyed them is a complete fool." Gioacchino Rossini
Live the dream!!!!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Light


In darkness we walk towards the light. The neverending search of the light, just to suddenly realise that we are surrounded by light.
"And then it went dark, dark like snow" - Breyten Breytenbach. Go figure!!!!!