The two of them were one — light and darkness

Blood pouring out of their veins, infinitely becoming

From the same source, pumped by another heart inherited

From one mother to another veiled in golden flames

 

Each and every morning is different but the same

It is the soul of women crying to a wounded male

Sailing towards the sun far beyond the ocean’s horizon

Arriving at some place far away, longing forever on

 

The animal fire, lust flaming all hearts, like a cat crawling

Her mysterious eyes, burning desires, yet her tail is high

She, him, them, it, they all know that “love is the answer”

To peace under the Sun, the feminine and masculine 

Emerging from the shadow of their own secrets — creating

Realising that self-centric loneliness is hollow emptiness

Where nonexistence feels pure like mountain air — yet doesn’t fill

 

But I want to make all vacancies full

Not escaping truth, erode vulnerability

Like the Japanese and Italians instinctively show in art

Yet still fool their women, binding them in chains

Of machismo and infidelity, fearing the feminine strong

Like an ocean liner crashing into an eternal doom

 

Do you see the exit though? A street poet bows low

Calling; “Don’t forget to address who you’re becoming” 

Zen, tao or renaissance, change is within and outside of you

Just navigate through, don’t look back, see the sea ahead

—

Stocks and stones

~RB

Italian artpoetess Kitty cat or an old man know that “love is the answer” To harmony under the Sun, the feminine and masculine Emerging from the shadow of their own secrets Realising that self-centric loneliness is hollow emptiness But I want to make all emptiness full Like the Japanese and Italians know Yet still fool their women, binding them in chains

Like an ocean liner crashing into the eternal doom Do you see the exit though? “Don’t forget to address who you’re becoming” Call it zen, tao or renaissance, but change is in and out of you Just navigate it through

The above photographs are a collage of images from around the world that inspired this poem.

From art in Italian museums, Mediterranean and Japanese islands, Swiss kittens, a Chelsea gallery, a Milanese piazza, David La Chapelle’s apocalyptic photograph and on the street, the psychological reminders one might call poetry. Jungian psychology, the ancient yet still valid wisdom of taoism and zen, climate change, our animal side and the peace efforts of one of the smartest human beings who ever lived – Albert Einstein – all mingle in my snippet on what we must come to terms with, so “Don’t forget to address who you’re becoming” though awareness.

Equality is beyond one’s self on either side since opposites merge into oneness.

Under the masculine sun only the feminine moon can shine at night. And the Light is the Way of Joy.