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We thought we'd tamed the dragons.

But they were simply waiting
While watching us methodically
Create an environment
More suited to their needs.

Heated, unpredictable, and
Increasingly hostile.

We never tamed the dragons.
We became them.
Prompted by a painting, River Scene, 1935, by L S Lowry, now hanging in the Laing Art Gallery in Newcastle.
Cool aqua marine
Stillness sinking into blue
I wait for the sun

My fears sink down deep
The pool offers little warmth
I wait in the sun

Questions float in time
Waters answer in silence
I wait with the sun
After a painting of the same name, by Harold Knight, 1916. Now hanging at the Laing Art Gallery, Newcastle.
If you don't know where the trail will go
Why be tempted to find out
Stick to what you know you know
Don't listen to your doubts

We don't know how the debate will end
So why start the discussion
Stick to trusted monologues
Don't risk their deconstruction

You're safe with the true tried and tested
With the solace of the known
So don't be so curious
Stay here in our comfort zone.
Don't risk change
Banners of blossom
Hardy perennials
One big metaphor
Words that featured when praying with friends this morning
Shadows don’t get deeper
when they overlap.
They don't get darker
under a brighter sun.

Dragonflies out in the sun
They know what I mean

We share the same
filtered sun.
We share the same
moving shadows.

And we are all the stronger for the sharing.
All credit to 'Perfect Days'.  A Wim Wenders film. (With a little Nina Simone thrown in.)
Komorebi: the shimmering light and shadow filtered through moving leaves. It only exists once, at that moment.
Lord of life,
of green and colour,
of breeze and light.
Lord of bluebell and butterfly,
of birdsong and birds' flight.

Lord of space to think,
of time to rest.
Lord of movement,
of stillness.

I sit here and I confess
complete adoration,
my sunshine celebration
of this, your full spectrum,
this rainbow-wide gifted creation.

I sit and give thanks
for this sustained life,
of greens and blues in yellow light,
of fresh composed songscape,
of this colour full to the brim life,
this God given land and sky-scape.

I thank you, Lord, for this gateway,
this fresh every morning,
gifted new day.
loving this Spring weather
I got places I need to go

I got people I need to see

I got plans to change the world

but first I need to ***
I was reminded of this old poem - still applies.
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