Mute Scream.


Hungry silence, fear doth smell its victims. Who will be the sacrificial lamb? On t’other side of nature, undreamed of silence surges, urges to break through, because… life sparkles, sizzles, whistles, even from before the onset. My solitude doth bloom into a most silent scream, that no-one hears but me, the victim found.

Great Aussie Poem! – LOL


From Rapolis on Experience Project: The sun was hot already – it was only 8 o’clock The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock. He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs, The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams He stopped and turned a […]

Stage 5: The Old Soul


Stage 5: The Old Soul. Excerpt: At last, the soul is ready for the final leg of the journey: the return to unity and the end of reincarnation. This return to unity does not involve any loss of individuality, as some imagine. The end of reincarnation — “ascension” or “enlightenment” or what have you — […]