I go, I go,
See how far I go,
Only the dingo
goes farther than me
And his flanks
are cold, his young have grown old
and his pace
is controlled by his own lethargy.
Separating what we do for
a living and what we do for love seems pointless.
I find I live at my best when
I am unaware of my motives.
I fly, I fly,
without wings I can fly,
Only the eagle
goes higher than me,
But his throat
is dry, he's exiled to the sky
and only goes
higher in blind vanity.
Accepting the inevitable? Now, that's
a good start . . .
But avoiding the unacceptable?
That's where we have to be more firm !
I sleep in dreams,
in dreams I sleep,
the nested goanna
sleeps deeper than I
but he slumbers
sound, he smiles underground
while angels
abound in a star-jewelled sky.
Steve Peters
1990
I
like to live and work in as many and varied ways as I can.
Each of them has its pleasures at every step:the
wood-shavings,the written word
in solitude or the company of my children - or other open souls in the
open air!
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