Saturday, 16 May 2015

This is my Flag

This is my flag. 
I am a human being living on this planet. A planet, human beings named earth. A living sphere, human beings named a planet. 

On this planet, there is land among the great oceans. On this land, I mostly dwell. This land of the earth, as divided by humans and named by humans. I dwell within a division and a name, on this planets land. 

My only one true and deep claim, is that I am of this earth and existence. A claim that I share equally with every single inhabitant within this atmosphere and all possible reality. 
From the soil to the stars and all else that is. We are together, we are equal, we are one.

A gift that my human state provides, is my consciousness. All human beings may discover within this; the thought to speak, the thought to know, the thought to remove our individual state from thought, and to think in great perspective.  
It is within this awareness I now speak. As it has led me to a sight, among the blindness of so many. 
With an ever pressing fill of words that I can not, and must not, hold back no more. 

I have been given a name, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to discover myself. 

My skin has been given a colour, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to blend along my growth in coloured union. 

I work to earn the paper creations of humans, to spend on my needs and wants, yet this does not define me. 
As this will limit my potential to see the true value of my living breath and my freedom. 

I believe in something more, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to the presence of myself and to hold the hands of those around me, in faith of humanity. 

I have been taught of worldly ways and knowledge, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to write the knowledge of my making and turn the pages of myself onwards.

I live in peace in my home on this planets land. Yet if my neighbours house is burning, I will not turn him away. As the land he dwells is on the land I dwell. 
Matters not the human names this earths lands hold. Or if distances between us hold imaginary lines. For  they should not contain our love. 
As this limits our potential to join in powerful union and love one another in our collective peace. 

There is hatred in our world, among the names of others. Yet I will not spread their hatred, by hating in return. And putting hatred in a basket with a name-as made by humans, that does not define all hatred. 
As if I'm walking on the lands of earth, and I may be bitten by a snake, or I may not. Yet I will not walk in hatred of them, as this limits my potential to focus love in all else that passes by. So I may walk in calming peace on the lands, and spread the trust for others to walk with me. Not in readiness for a striking snake, but with readiness to live among all things. Together. 

We are contained within the limits of our human self. In all that it is. Yet we are not contained by the perceptions, knowings and judgments of all else that has preceded our time here. As created by the evolving consciousness of the human minds before us.
As this limits our potential and the potential of our lives on this planet. To rewrite and reshape our future. So we may create a way of life as beautiful as we can imagine. And live together as we already are in presence, yet less the divisions we have fabricated ourselves that hold us separate. 

So we may rise, not as nations, but as a unified humanity. And as a unified earth. Ready to fulfil the potential we could have unitedly. 
With this flag of earth, flying on the frontiers of our consciousness and the frontiers of our place beyond our lands. Beyond our earth. 
Ready to expand the breadth of our flag ever onwards, to contain the whole of that which we are so infinitely a part of. 

To grow ever onwards. 
To be all we can. 
In all we are.
Together. 

With love. 

mF 



(C) MarkFlood2015 


Thursday, 26 February 2015

My Flag

This is my flag. 
I am a human being living on this planet. A planet, human beings named earth. A living sphere, human beings named a planet. 

On this planet, there is land among the great oceans. On this land, I mostly dwell. This land of the earth, as divided by humans and named by humans. I dwell within a division and a name, on this planets land. 

My only one true and deep claim, is that I am of this earth and existence. A claim that I share equally with every single inhabitant within this atmosphere and all possible reality. 
From the soil to the stars and all else that is. We are together, we are equal, we are one.

A gift that my human state provides, is my consciousness. All human beings may discover within this; the thought to speak, the thought to know, the thought to remove our individual state from thought, and to think in great perspective.  
It is within this awareness I now speak. As it has led me to a sight, among the blindness of so many. 
With an ever pressing fill of words that I can not, and must not, hold back no more. 

I have been given a name, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to discover myself. 

My skin has been given a colour, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to blend along my growth in coloured union. 

I work to earn the paper creations of humans, to spend on my needs and wants, yet this does not define me. 
As this will limit my potential to see the true value of my living breath and my freedom. 

I believe in something more, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to the presence of myself and to hold the hands of those around me, in faith of humanity. 

I have been taught of worldly ways and knowledge, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to write the knowledge of my making and turn the pages of myself onwards.

I live in peace in my home on this planets land. Yet if my neighbours house is burning, I will not turn him away. As the land he dwells is on the land I dwell. 
Matters not the human names this earths lands hold. Or if distances between us hold imaginary lines. For  they should not contain our love. 
As this limits our potential to join in powerful union and love one another in our collective peace. 

There is hatred in our world, among the names of others. Yet I will not spread their hatred, by hating in return. And putting hatred in a basket with a name-as made by humans, that does not define all hatred. 
As if I'm walking on the lands of earth, and I may be bitten by a snake, or I may not. Yet I will not walk in hatred of them, as this limits my potential to focus love in all else that passes by. So I may walk in calming peace on the lands, and spread the trust for others to walk with me. Not in readiness for a striking snake, but with readiness to live among all things. Together. 

We are contained within the limits of our human self. In all that it is. Yet we are not contained by the perceptions, knowings and judgments of all else that has preceded our time here. As created by the evolving consciousness of the human minds before us.
As this limits our potential and the potential of our lives on this planet. To rewrite and reshape our future. So we may create a way of life as beautiful as we can imagine. And live together as we already are in presence, yet less the divisions we have fabricated ourselves that hold us separate. 

So we may rise, not as nations, but as a unified humanity. And as a unified earth. Ready to fulfil the potential we could have unitedly. 
With this flag of earth, flying on the frontiers of our consciousness and the frontiers of our place beyond our lands. Beyond our earth. 
Ready to expand the breadth of our flag ever onwards, to contain the whole of that which we are so infinitely a part of. 

To grow ever onwards. 
To be all we can. 
In all we are.
Together. 

With love. 

mF 



(C) MarkFlood2015 


Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Spin Cycles

Spin Cycles 
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Tumbling fresh in down-trodden spirit wheels
There's a place hurtling onwards 
I'm not there
   I can't be
      as spirals blind my feet
I call on the juggling jester to cease 
I know him
Like I know reflective mirrors 
     And skin
       And monotonous mornings 
Like a rotating sieve full of prospect
Shuffling and scattering my essence  
As relentless as a gold-eyed miner
Waiting for my gold flakes
To reveal
   To revel
      at my discovery
Among the globules of my wasted self
A golden ladder of my bones 
  Out of the maniacal spinnings 
    Onto willed free-shine 
Hoping I'll not wait for my presence
   to be as present as I am 
For I may pass my riches by and by 
  To my death...
There's a place hurtling onwards 
   I'm on my way 
 

mF 

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image



Sunday, 8 February 2015

The Green Mans Door

The Green-Mans Door
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In the shadows of the green-man 
All kept as whispers thin on thorns 
As all in growth in night shed hue 
Listen on from fingers to bark crust 
To moth pelt and vine reach 
With forest edged earlobes 

Time ticking in twitching twigs 
As verily his words dance anciently 

Dew drop leaf fall 
Span wing heart caw
Blood wind mist born
Kept fur scar fawn
Kings grove path step 
Star edge earth let 
River twine skin thread
BLOW
TRINE 
GUSH 
DEATH 
Birth flame nest wet
God dreamt call debt 
Dragon eye sky cast
Ever weave silk mask

Crackling forth near the feet of time 
Came the heart of one in all form 
And earth and sun hummed as hinged song swung
For the green-mans door 
Opens now as called 
To meet the tabled sheet of present law
And rid this world of blackened pawn
And tear light shine in new born dawn  


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 

Spirit Quest

Spirit Quest
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I have tried all my days
All my summers 
All my winters 
And all shifts between my seasons 
To hear your whispers between heart beats 
To listen further than the chatter in the air 
To hold sight past dusted detritus of realities exhaust 
To see my soul as it trickles in a stream 
And on to rivers carving lands 
And out to oceans of earths blood
So that I might be closer to you 
So my simple stone turns golden light
And you might see me shining slight 
As I call out to you alone at night
In star scattered dark
In moon matching mood
To tell me why I feel of place not here
Yet place that's near 
To remind me...
Why...
I'm here


mF 


(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image

Sitting With Angels

Sitting With Angels
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May I sit with you a while...

Feathered watcher between light 
And look upon humanity 
From cloudscape vantage 

May we talk on rising lights of life...

In draping dives of purpose
And life that stays like moon light 
Shining after dusk 

Is it your wings given unto me...

When my heart fills with knowingness 
As from child my roof topped visions 
Seem to stand beyond the heights
Above these earthly legs 

And may I ask you tenderly...

What hopes hold on our horizon
Will we meld in meshing unity...
Like lapping feathers on your wings 
So bodies of our human thoughts
Can fly past bordered whims 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 

The Call to Challenge

The Call to Challenge
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I keep the sunshine in my pocket 
As I move through places sunless
So bright sighted memories
May be handed to the darkness

Twisters may throw bearings windward 
In life's atmospheric flux 
Yet Ill-calmly feel cool soil 
As earth stitched steadiness holds me true 

Could the liquid-state of mind stay steady
If stairs to hope high placement 
Crumbled cynically to throw me down  ...
Perhaps
If horizons hold eyes balanced
I may hold mind rimmed fluid drips-
From falling ever-lost in blistered winds
Then take sip on focused thoughts
From steadied-level wash on sides inside 
Stepping up and onto rises 
Into stairwells evermore...
Dripless 

Will it matter if my swinging gait stutters ever slightly 
Among swaying flower faces...
For my step finds fewer stems 
Far and far between 
To find some virgin sunshine 
To marry as my own 
...
Perhaps 
If I trust as trust is thrust within 
And taking stock as staff to walk 
Then I shall make a mark as artists paint 
On this canvas spread in my hands to make 

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015