Mama Tierra

I hold the galaxies in my skin, 

Freckled stardust among a web of veins, 

I am the beauty of virtue not sin, 

The Universe is my name. 

The wind speaks through my bones, 

The mountain faces mouth me signs, 

Each freedom moment and glacial groan, 

Sings, 'I'm so lucky to be alive!'

There's a branch pointing the way for me, 

There's the start of the rains in the air, 

I thank each footstep placed carefully, 

I thank Pachamama for caring. 

The ice builds numb in my face, 

I duck for cover, she throws her gales, 

Stumble up exhausted, looking for safety, 

My breath coming out in wails. 

She is relentless and so beautifullly cruel, 

As I fall down her mountains I smile, 

I thank her so much I feel like a fool, 

You see, she let me live for a while. 

So i slide, knee deep in her earth, 

The snow soaking my socks and my shoes, 

Finally falling off the edge of this southern world, 

Screaming, 'fuck yes, I cant lose!!'.

The glacier grins at me rubbing her hands, 

Clapping thunder over waterfall grey, 

I salute her as I rise myself to stand, 

Completely dissolving myself in the day. 

Rock gossips running under my feet, 

A forced reckoning with fear, with fate, 

Your lessons, Mother Earth, so painfully steep, 

Leaving me in an enlightened state.

La familia del circuito

It is said that those who drink Calafate sour, 

Will return one day in a blessed moment, or hour, 

To the wildlands of Chile, this Patagonian place, 

He explained with a smile on his Brazilian face. 

I want to go back to the mountains, my home, 

Where the men carry life on their shoulders, 

I want to return to the sendero so lonesome, 

With glaciers frozen, the wind even colder. 

Take me to the place where possession's unknown, 

Where there is only the spirit of us, 

Where the flag of Magallanes so proudly is flown, 

Where we leave only footprints in dust. 

There's a place where the wind knocks you down, 

And tests your courage to its very core, 

This place where Pachamama makes you bow, 

A hundred times til you're bloody and sore. 

In return she'll give you her birdsong for free, 

And the embrace of the longest of days, 

When she rains, washing dirt from your eyes you can see, 

All you lacked in that big city haze. 

Take me back to the place where I awake to laughter, 

From my humble tent bed in the mud, 

On the trail it was 'now', there existed no 'after', 

I keep the beauty of the O in my blood. 

Take me to snowfall and the snapfreezing cold, 

Where the wind screams and howls through the night, 

Take me to cliff faces, of terrors untold, 

Force me to face alone, this fear of heights. 

This place has feathers of watery wind, 

Sheer drops onto glacier and ice field, 

If you look closely enough, you'll see rainbows within, 

Tears in my eyes and my heart, I kneel. 

Take me to where the mat'e is shared, 

Crocs as far as the eye can see, 

There is nothing on earth that can ever compare, 

To the gift of each day here, born free. 

I'll go back there one day, I have no doubt, 

There exists magic in forest and sea, 

I'll never forget you, your delighted shouts, 

As these trekkers turned into one family.

Embraces

What the fuck is going on?
How on earth did I grow such fondness
For such creatures,
Tell me preacher, when you speak of holy,
Do you realise your golden connections
Are folding into your soul,
Your being grows older on the shoulders you cry on,
Your best friends, your soul mates,
Your psychological soldiers.

May I interject myself for a sec,
How the fuck does a private Catholic schoolgirl nerd,
With glasses, freckles, a learned way,
The bubble-wrapped only daughter
Of the Colonel and his lady,
Meet such ridiculously incredibly people,
That have become my God, my church, my steeple,
My holy spirit resides in this leap of faith alive,
And I know there is somethin mind-boggling here.

A magician gypsy boy,
Twists perception toying with minds,
This kind kind man doing whatever he can
To see beauty and find
Himself.

A faery flits in, tinkerbell in light and nature,
This beauty beam of love is miniature in statue,
Sister girl fly in my world,
Stay a little while longer,
Theres too much yet to play
And prolong lifes decay today.

Pixie gypsy bouncing dance,
Eyes smile wide as oceans wave,
Theres a certain kind of saving
She grants me every day.
Love you sister, love you lady,
Walk this way a while more
And in the waning moon,
Let me hear your lionhearted roar.

These dearest hearts of mine, divine,
Feel like mere whispers in the wind,
You feel their touch upon your soul,
Though they may disappear again.
Friends I love, minds connected,
A happy life somehow elected,
Feels like a dream I conjured, prayed for,
In some smoke-induced haze.

Teach me this my ideal folk,
Teach me the beauty connect unspoken,
To stoke the fire, breathe the warmth and
Choke on overwhelming love smoke.
I cannot hold the fire close,
Only marvel at her rosy cheeks,
I cannot speak to her in wooden creaks,
We reach eachothers hearts through dancing,
The answers clear, my fears dont stay,
And I start my life again,
In the holiest of places,
In the embraces of my friends.

Bold

Have you ever dreamed of something so hard that it hurts to wake up?
Have you ever doubted the makeup of your DNA, just craving change?
Have you ever seen your old self fall by the wayside so quick?
Have you ever licked a star hoping to ingest some of that magic?

I have done all these things, my heart singing dreamsong in
The depths of my imaginings.
My cells knowing there's something added, something not freely found,
My old self waves back serenely, wishing me well on my journey,
As though I'm the star and she's just the memory of me.

Mark Durant - Barbados 24.11

Give us a go then, he chuckles in cheer
Let me see those juggling balls my dear,
It as been a lifetime since we've seen eachother,
And juggling? It's been about two years.

I saw you on the other train, girl,
A free spirit, I thought, from Thailand perhaps,
You see, I am from Barbados, a different world,
And as I practise my juggle he claps.

Bedreaded beanie, the kindest new soul,
That is born from connections all over,
He is another star child walking this world,
Its how I recognised my rasta brother.

Let us discuss quantum physics my friend,
And the 13th horoscope, that hidden gem,
We talk of djembes, poi and Israel,
The train click clacking along November's rails.

I'll see you again one day, I'm certain,
Whether Tel Aviv, Sydney or Barbadan paradise,
With a flick of the dreads he was off with a nod,
And that salute of peace in the city of lights.

Boundless Beauty

Still flying high from the success of our third Art Party. For more details, visit our blog here

I'm still flying high on the wings of last night,
I cannot yet believe my own eyes memory,
See, when blessing and love merge into one space,
We're left knowing the face of our revery.


Could this all be a dream, this life,
Some elaborate mask on the world?
If it should be, then let us decorate it tonight
and be worn by each boy and girl.


Boundless beauty, few things see,
But my darlings, between you and me,
I'm pretty sure we've found something
Magic in our Art Party.


Keep connecting, feel the fire,
As this love turns grows ever higher,
Flickering flame of passion grow warm,
Unleash the storm of the living afterlife.


In each mind a golden gem,
Covered in flesh not yet forgotten,
We reclaim our right to community,
In the unity of our holy den.


Go back to the Womb,
Says the voice in your head,
Let your dreams be born anew,
Let the light of creation wash over you,
This is my way of saying thank you.

A Dave at the Seaside

Older man earnest singin'

With someone's soul on his sleeve, 

His music closes my eyes

And it's makin' me believe

Harmonica tun, sway, 

To the peaceful lullaby, 

Wry smiles to the crowd, hey, 

As the strangers wander by...

Staring off to the right, 

Nimble fingers know the way, 

Happy place momentarily, 

Light fading from our day.

Decked in confidence, 

And a jacket, loving leather, 

Taking us away with him, 

Together we float, together...

His voice a sandy memory, 

Of faded life in yesterday, 

A comforting father figure, 

With a tender musical ear.

Keep me floatin' Mr. Tuneful, 

Strum on, sing on and play, 

Show me this happy kind of life,