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My line manager passes me on the corridor this afternoon, “Minty, did you see the form I have asked our team to fill out?”, he says. Oh, I saw it alright. I saw that it had asked me to rank my week from 0 to 5 (0 being terrible, 5 being awesome). I saw that it had asked me to select which of my colleagues had been “helpful” to me this week. And I saw that there was a box for me to voice “honestly your concerns and feedback”.

What happened to conversations? What happened to our very humanity when…


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A calm blows
Across the sea
Of my heart
Like still waters
Reflecting only
The moon.

Like sheets of glass
In the morning light
I climb above deck
Into the endless horizon
Noticing the singularity
Of our small boat.

No ripples nor waves
As we gently float
There is a calmness
To this body
A solid liquid
Running across my soul.

Me
Just a humble sailor
Observe the grand mirage
Of the ever moving oceans
Each drop makes it
Eternally changing
And in this moment of stillness
A miracle is born.


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We are being called to wake up. It is nothing less than the greatest collective invitation to the Hero’s Journey. And it will take all of us to answer this. It will take all of us to face the fear of dying, witness ourselves being torn apart piece by piece to remember who we truly are. An unborn, undying, eternal essence that is waiting to be birthed into nirvana.

We know with almost certainty now that what we have will be lost. And by that, I mean not only parts of the natural world that are going up in flames…


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I’ve recently written a Will, it’s not my first, but it might be my last. In it, I lay out who in my community gets how much of my assets and what they are to do with it. The central theme here is that my assets be reinvested in these key things: restoration of self, restoration of communities and restoration of our planet. I’m under no illusions that in the next 20 years or so, our global civilization will have to face its reckoning. And I’m not ready, we’re not ready, but we’ll have to be.

I could write about…


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How can I not want to write poetry
About my life today?
About the crystal clear blue waters
That made me feel like a mermaid
About the feeling of salty coolness
Pressed up against
My naked body

How can I not want to write poetry
About all the glittering atoms
And their billion-year-old journeys
So that we could meet together at this moment
To touch each other so tenderly
As if we were long-lost lovers
For all eternity

How can I not want to write poetry
About taking in the sun
Allowing him to change the molecular structure
Of my skin
Offering myself up…


Photo: Minty Horseradish

It hurts when I fall in love.

I feel tiny and scared. Constricted. Small. And a deep fear arises inside of me. A fear that I can’t put my finger on.

I’ve said this line to one too many partners in my life “I love you, and I’m scared. I’m scared it will hurt”. And too many partners have replied to me, “Why?

It turns out, to answer my own question, to understand where the source of my fears comes from means I need to dive into the deep end: the dark cave of my own psyche. …


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Tarmac
Sprawl for miles on end
Cement
Grey
Smooth
Warm to the touch

Lookup
And see glass
Side by side
With bricks and mortar
Chimneys
That tells of another age

Here lies history
Pre and post
Revolutions
These roads were made for marching
Where laws were challenged
Enacted, retracted
And change the world

The heart
Of once a great Empire
Now humbled
By tourist stands
And white men
Who bow down to
The roars of progress

The roar of
The people they once colonised
Now natives to this land
And a city
Of urban slums
Mixed between luxury and palaces


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And I look you in the eyes
And smile when you presented me with a gift
The gift of pain, sorrow, heartbreak
The gift of suffering
Darkness, tears, doubt, self-criticism
And I held it in my arms
This gift you handed me
And knew exactly what to do with it
I shall alchemise it
And turn it into love
And turn it into strength and courage
And an awakening for my soul
And I thank you
And take my gift and leave


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My eyes are closed and I am in meditation posture. Lotus position on the floor of my bedroom, sitting on my cushion bringing gently my awareness to my breath, then my body, then my surroundings. I’ve done this a thousand times before. But today was different. Today I could feel deep inside my belly this feeling of sadness. And for the first time, instead of pushing it away whilst meditating, I curiously poked at it with my consciousness. Like a child discovering an earthworm, I wanted to see what it was made of.

The sadness started to bubble, it rose…

Minty Horseradish

Not my real name — Musings: Spirituality and Relational-Ships ❤ Poet. 浪漫 .

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