Plywood is the essence of the tree,
the layers peeled back,
the grain exposed.
Like us when we bare our soul,
confess all,
say:
‘I am human but of the gods.
If I could only peel back this human bark,
expose the grain,
as beautiful as a Monet
or Van Gough,’
where is the means to peel away flesh and blood?
Is it sunset or rise?
Or the cry of your first born?
a symphony to our ears.
But are they really bellowing,
‘Who put this weight of flesh and blood on me?’
I am of the gods,
I fly,
know all,
see all
when I am not of this mass.
The questions that come with the flesh
are for the gods to answer.
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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