"The philosophies of one age have become the absurdities of the next, and the foolishness of yesterday has become the wisdom of tomorrow." - Sir William Osler
I never met-a-morphosis I didn’t like or know
Jump off a cliff with me,
we can’t see the ground below.
Take off our hats to life and
over the wall we’ll throw.
Messy middle, caterpillar glue.
Mix the stew, prepare to grow.
Cerené.Life
I’m tired of finding
anything and everything,
digitized or physical,
small, large or custom.
I’m over one of them,
let alone a hundred more.
From East Timor to the End of Tomorrow
If I could take the moment when we first touched and kissed
And spray it across forever like a fine white perfumed mist
If I could spread the week we spent before you left this mortal coil
across the months of life I’ve left, like dumplings wrapped in foil
I could savor you and not get full, nor ever need for more
‘cos then your love would fill me up and sustain me to my core.
@ Play
I know you solve a problem,
a real need that you address
But there’s more to life than voice commands
when the world is such a mess.
I don’t need a better virtual helper,
I’d much prefer a versatile soul sherpa!
Psilocybe Philosophy
Everyting gonna be a’right.
But first, and for a bit, it ain’t.
Blast off. Cast off, dive on in.
Eyes closed, the beat knows:
this ain’t gonna be an easy ride.
But everyting gonna be a’right.
Technology’ll set you free
Free to Book your Face to a not-forgotten time and place.
Free to Slack your back into a 16-hour “productivity hack”.
Free to use your time on Vines with wines,
Free to scroll TikToks till the 4am clocks.
Free to wish upon an Insta star,
that one day you’ll be the Twitter Tzar!
The Magic Eight for Getting Great
Have you ever looked at someone and wished
that you had been given their incredible gift?
And through the envious green fog have you pushed
to see what really led to their skill lift?
We start by making choices
for our mindsets and our voices.
Who Holds the Keys?
Who holds the keys to the fort of my fate?
Who beats the door that’s not opened of late?
Who greases the pins and the wheels to unlock?
Who counts up our lives, who watches our clock?
It’s me the key keeper, the angel of death
I rinse my hands for your lady Macbeth.
Woooooooof!
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.” - Albert Einstein
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