NEW WORDPRESS BLOCK EDITOR – NO

I wanted to post a new poem here today and discovered the new wordpress block editor format. I used it and I loathed it. I was like a monkey bashing around on a computer.

This afternoon I discovered the ‘classic editor,’ and I hope they continue to offer the choice. If I am forced to use the new block editor for my poetry I am gone.

What about you, have you gotten used to it? Maybe you are stuck in the classic mode as well.

This is how I feel about it.

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Stand As Wholeness

Do not let the appearance
Of division in the world
Become your division
This is the time
For great resolve
To stand still in the face
Of the most tenacious illusions

And to decide, even as you fail,
To stay as wholeness
Despite the pull of the current
Despite the screams of the mob

For that wholeness
Is your holiness
And holiness has the power
To heal the illusion of division.

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The Lone Journey

We are each called to discover our own true authority

Thus we must eventually walk alone into the mystery

The teacher, the guide, the book, the way shower

Can point and advise only so far

And then, at some point, they all must be left,

And we must go utterly alone into the forest

Only there will we discover our wisdom

It cannot be given

It can only be discovered.

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I May Be Leaving WordPress – What Do You Think?

I am not quite sure yet as I have been very fond of WordPress over the years, and I appreciate everyone who likes and has liked my poetry.

But I am considering leaving WordPress and consolidating my focus and outpouring on substack.

I already have a presence there, and it works very well for me. I like the style and simplicity very much, and I cannot go on spreading myself out too thin and doubling up where I post. I am less and less on facebook as I actually dislike it intensely and they control who sees what poems depending on how much I pay, and I refuse to play that game. There is, as yet, no money in this poetry at all. I do it because I do it and it works and people get something from it. That’s it.

If I could be rewarded for what I do that would be wonderful, but I have tried Patreon in the past as a musician and it didn’t work. There is an option to be supported on substack but I’m not really looking to that…as yet (maybe in the future who knows, but I will always do most of my stuff for free).

So, I want to know what you think about all this, both for me and for you and generally. Do you have any thoughts? Feel free to tell me, or tell everyone, what you reckon?

Thanks for reading, and DO feel free to sign up and join me on substack.

No One Owns The World

After all is said and done
We are all just visitors here
Every single one of us
And no one has any more right
Than anyone else
No one can claim dominion or ownership
For each of us is a stranger
And, if anything, it is our existential duty
To leave this world
More beautiful and loving
Than when we arrived
And those who fail to do that
Or at least try and do that
Are failing themselves and the human family.

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The Brush of Fate’s Hand

All we can ever really do
Is surrender it all
And keep on walking
Yield imagined control and
Become humble warriors of fate’s hand
As it brushes through everything

The greatest wisdom is in knowing
That nothing escapes time
But the consciousness
From which it arises

That is our origin and our destination.

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Our Existential Dance

Consciousness is eternal
Form is temporary
We are that living juxtaposition
And between these two truths must we surf
Sometimes losing ourselves in the temporary
And sometimes resting in the eternal

There is no choice
But to relish this beautiful dance
Of apparent opposites
And to practice the deepest acceptance
Either that or grasp at one
At the expense of the other

Surrender to the truth my friend
And dance as if you had one foot in the world
And the other in eternity.
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Dive Deep and Fly High

If you cannot reach deep into your soul
You will not be able to soar into the heavens
And we were made for both

To try and live in the middle world
Imagining it is safe is illusory
For its safety is a kind of death
Death by limitation and ignorance

We were born to dive into the deepest
And fly into the highest
And do not believe those
Who try and persuade you otherwise.

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There is a Light

There is a light within your being
I have seen it
It is there no matter what happens
On the surface of your life

That light animates you
Maybe you hear it calling
It is the light of truth
The light of love
The light of rightness
The light of harmony

In these times when so much is changing
And what we took for normal has gone
That light within, which has a voice,
Is your guide, your beacon,
Your navigation
It carries your innate authority
Your wisdom, your purpose,
It is the holder of your divine connection

You don’t have to find it, it’s not missing
All you have to do is turn towards it
And say yes to it
Yes I am listening
And ready for a deeper guidance

There is a natural intelligence inside life
When we discover that river of goodness
It changes everything.

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The Door of True Power

The key to inner freedom
Lies in a door in the center of the chest
Not through the myopic lens
Of the five senses tunnel
That feeds the mind
Or the emotional body
That projects its trauma and wounds

The power we seek
Is the door in the chest that, when opened
Allows the greatest power we have,
Unconditional love, to be liberated

Love knows what to do, and does it
This love is not personal love
We may call it the power of universal love
It is the root of right action
And may be the only true way we have
To overcome mind’s fear

All our individual and collective power is inside that door
And as long os it is closed
We are locked out of our inner authority
No one can open it for us
And opening it is an act of free will

Knowing this, what do we do.

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