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MARY WALKER
Poetry for your essential self
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Thrive

 

Pasture covered slopes will slip;
shallow rooted grass cannot
hold the hill on its own.

A life stripped of riches,
a self swept aside for sameness,
barely holds together.

You are a forest. Recolonise your life.
Let new ideas take seed,
colours bloom,

let the strange and exotic spring up.
Trust your wild diversity.
Let it flourish, and thrive.

 
PoetryMary Walker20 December 2018growth, actualisation, creativity
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Only in quiet will you hear it,
the undercurrent, the base note
on which your song is built.

Only when still will you see it,
the flicker of light, the quick darting 
movement of your Otherself.

Only at ease will you feel it,
the subtle shif
View fullsize That magical morning, up early to watch the sun rise, taking photos of the sky, and the way the light played on the grass.... and what's that? 

From the other side of the paddock, it seemed to be a fallen branch, but there was something strange abou
View fullsize HOLD STEADY

It’s not others that threaten your flame
but your own ceaseless moving.

Hold steady long enough 
for your flickering light to settle.

Are you pouring everything into staying alive?
Trust life has you and spend it all on burning b
View fullsize New beginnings continue to inevitably, magically, coincide with me finding a nest. 

This one was right at my front gate. It would have been woven in the branches of the front hedge last spring, meaning I have passed it hundreds of times without seei
View fullsize Last night I had an unsettling dream for the second time. Walking home in the dark on our rural road, seeing a car parked ahead which then drives away but returns and drives past me over and over, driving with its lights off in the dark. I can't quit
 

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