Creative spirit, gypsy soul, moon lover?
Travelling along to the beat and rhythm of your own heart song?
Living life from your happy place, always?
The self confessed thinkers,
the bohemians, and change makers
The lovers, the leaders, the followers
The dancers, the dreamers, the doers.
Welcome.
This place is for us all.
This is Love, Iris.
contemplations and responses to the world around me
Ashy Matters
Ashy matters © Bronls Ashes You are still the woman you always were No need to change clothes or dye your hair Unlearn Or find yourself No need to find a way You are the way We are the way Call forward your scars and stories The loss and pain
Wasn’t their fault
Wasn't their fault © Bronls In accepting Glamour Magazine's Woman of the Year Award, on behalf of Greta Thunberg, Jane Fonda hits on my why. More accurately, she hits on why I choose to focus my work in the "environment space" on all of us, rather than only on children.
Answers
Answers © bronls You ask for answers. They come at the most inopportune times, so you think. When you open your heart and your mind and you allow. You allow the whatever to reveal itself, to come through. When you have no pen, and no way to write it down. Afraid
wisdom of the morning pages
Condition
Un-condition © bronls I’m every little piece of you Sampled in shared moments we knew blended with every word I ever heard So alchemised, I emerged A reflection of all they thought, I am A part of the collective dance I know I shape the masks I wear though with
Creating
Creation © bronls HereI create Grounded in my centrepresent stateLoving, trustingconnected, clear There’s nothing real for me to fearAnd words will flow In stillnessthis I come to know
Dancingheart
Dancing heart © bronls When the words come like a stream, a river I fall into the waters of blissful comfort Contented, I smile at the sunlight raining from above softening my sadness awakening my soul I give thanks for the jewels the gifts, the gems as I lay back bare
Noisy mind
Noisy mind © bronls I know what it’s like To hear the crazies in your mind To have a thousand tabs open All the fucking time I know what it’s like To not be able to tell What’s yours or someone else’s It like a living fucking hell
Galaxy
Galaxy © bronls In the fire of light and dark Of purple, green and blue Light picked and thrown Above, below in swirling dusty hues Sharing silent stories here Exchanging points of white A mission set A map revealed Igniting blazing bright Piece by piece the pictures
Leaning
Leaning © bronls I A picture leans from the wall and one by one the layers fall Dropping from the scene I'm losing all I've ever been and in my self constructed dread I see every vision I once built was self created was all in my head II
from friends, thank you for sharing your wisdom and your light
Finding my free
Finding My Free © Amy Luscombe I often wonder How I left And exactly when My self bereft Was it slow, insipid A dripping tap Or windscreen drops That spit and splat I don’t know how Because I’m gone To begin again To stop this song Ever on repeat My
Soaking Rain
Soaking Rain © Amy Luscombe Soaking rain After dust Refresh my soul Cleanse the rust Of surface stale Crumbling deep Metallic nose Earthen seep Dry earth thanks With open pores Soaking juice Of Heaven’s stores Skies awash Galas upside hang Washing wings Chatting gangs Children squeal Abandoned toys Bathing bodies
I’m listening, wind
I'm listening, wind © Amy Luscombe I’m listening, wind. Bring forth your words. Fill my ears with your Earth Song. With wonder of years flowing through life. Through trees and eaves. Never belonging to anyone but yourself. We say, ‘it’s windy today’. And then you are gone.
Choice
Choice © Aaron Kingdon I see the colours swirl on the breeze The fire's smoke shake the trees The energy of the heart beat The love in the heat I count the signs in the sky As the feet pass me by And the breeze carries more then the air
A breath of fresh air
A breath of fresh air © Aaron Kingdon Looking out the window at all I can see The dark vista view of the urban jungle Focused on the shadows as they move around The dance of daylight avoiding the perspective of my vision I walk down this street as
Soul Art
Soul Art © Aaron Kingdon As you opened your eyes, the light flooded in You took your first steps 180 degrees in the end Followed your heart leading the way Into this, brand new day You've opened your soul bared to the world Creating a life for you to behold