Musings

It's sometimes confusing the spin of the earth.
The ways of the world, the happenings in this world.

Today she's nice, tomorrow she's not.
Today it's hot and tomorrow... Rain!
Today stability, tomorrow earthquakes.
Tsunamis. Pain.

Up & down like elevators we all travel the floors of life.
Stopping when there's a power cut or when we have an agenda.
Agenda.

I'm musing... Soaring over a broad spectrum of live pictures.
I'm painting freely...
Spilling out without particular order & overflowing my banks.
Life sometimes is overwhelming.

Order out of chaos, but why create chaos if we want order.
Rules are always easy to break so new ones are easily made.

Each individual is a contributor to the collective soul of the earth
& the earth itself to the collective soul of the universe.
But that seems too infinite, too vast, doesn't it?
The mind likes to think around corners they can bend...
& If not, risks going round the bend.
Around & around.

Today he's collected, tomorrow he's dispersed.
The rhythm of life is in the going,
in the forward movement when life itself screeches
to a halt & makes no sense...


I'm musing...
Getting used to this beautiful dame
I choose to live with in the moment of time,
till the next exit.

At ease!

The Free Gift of Life

Here I am
Standing on the land, on earth
hanging in space...


And then I ask myself whiles looking up to the clouds, the moon, the stars...
Where is this place? And what it life?


Where is this place that feet walk and birds fly and nature is beautiful...
Where is this place that men lie and are deceitful and can get away with their crimes? Where is this...?
Indeed where is this place? And what is life?


What is life when dreams are dreams and dreams can be real?
What is life when dreams are shattered and dreams can be stolen and sealed forever?
What is this...?
Indeed what is life?


I look up at the moon again,
tonight it's half, the other half of her face, hidden, shrouded in the darkness.


Then it hits me that only the sun, even though to me here is asleep, is actually awake blazing warmth and light and life to another part of this same earth I live on...


Only the sun's face, which we can't even fully gaze upon and appreciate and admire, constantly remains whole and is never eaten up in anyway, shape or form like the moon.
That's when I ask myself again... Where is this place? And what is life?


This place where we need to work hard and sweat in some way, shape or form just so we can partake in some form of life... Of lifestyle, a circle of livelihood.


And as the sweet breeze blows, and the grasshoppers chirp nearby in the grasses, my dogs bark and play around and occasionally wander close for a touch and then jog off to some form of adventure. They, like me, live in a world of our own. And still I ask myself... Where is this place...? And what is life?


We've come from ignorance into a progression, a civilisation, a oneness... or so it seems... A system of existence, of control... An accepted or unquestioned form and means of living... But still I ask, where is this place...? And what is life?


The people come and go
The sound of the music rise and fall
The mosquitoes bite, I pause, scratch the itch, rub my eyes and then proceed to explore, to fathom my air, the feeling, the mystery, the depth, the poetry, my quest, a search, the question, the philosophy... Where is this place...? And what is life?


Maybe tonight I shall stop.
But tomorrow I will continue...
Until then, this I know. This I have made my peace with...
The Ultimate, the Unquestionable, the Alpha, the Omega, the Author, the Architect...
He sits back and admires his design, his creation and says to Himself... to my hearing...
This is the free gift of life.
And then a tear forms in my eyes but doesn't drop.
And before I get up to leave, I leave this food for thought... Where is this place...? And what is life? If not a gift, all of it, a free gift. The free gift of life from Him who is unquestionable.
At ease.

Barack Obama comes to Ghana - The Audacity of Hope-

Our star is black in the midst of gold,
the first black star on the coast of gold,
dreams of his father, blood of our forefathers.

The audacity of hope on our stable grounds,
a reflection of history and of good things to come,
Obama, ye ma wo akwaaba, to Ghana, our happy home.

A man whose words ignite inspiration like light
and whose voice sweep the masses in the direction of light,
of right, and of a better life.

Bearer of the African Spirit in American Soil,
a combination of strength and power,
an equation to wonder, God's chosen in a timely season.

Uplifted on the brink of chaos,
us, he visits, close to the brink of confusion,
a calmness about him, a calmness he brought,
a calmness he brings.

Nothing is lost, and yet
nothing lasts forever, but
nothing will always be something
- The Audacity of Hope -
Barack Obama is come to Africa... The Gateway!

The Unwind Group

We are cuz we can,
a generation of movers, of shakers.
We don't stop, we can't stop, we won't stop!
Not until sunshine is no more and every morning is not new.

And since that aint true,
then it's true we'll win.
'Yes we can' and of course we will.

Lately we use computers so we don't work hard,
we work smart, walk fast and move quick with the skill of time
so we speak with a rhyme.

We are cuz we dare,
explore where hitherto unknown.
So our wisdom is rare, like the earth
and round with ability.

Intelligence is nothing to the children of today,
so we've mastered art and the technique of technology.
Difficult takes a day so impossible is weak.

At the least, it takes two to tango,
that's why the heart beats a rhythm,
so not only do we dance in the face of trouble,
we laugh cuz we celebrate increase. Constantly.

We venture furthur with a plus like adventure,
that's why we precede beautiful with bold
and will indeed be succesful, like the legends of our days...

We are 'The Unwind Group'.
A universal hub of Young and Intelligent minds
and Yes! Of course 'We Can and We Will'.

We make dreams the reality.


...Unwind...
...All Yours...