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Thank you sooo much Interstellar Groove Festival 2022 (New official event page) I can't even! The words of how expansive the conversations and people, how deep the trances, how good the musick! These are just tiny word doors to a world where I just unleashed a whole inside of myself! The site was just sooo lush, all the huge dacor, all the performances selected, all the kindness of organisers, support services and volunteers... And thank you Amela Usanovic for the ticket, for letting me come along and work at your stall! Our little family vibe there was just so comfortable and fun... Ahh hears to magick memories made... #interstellargroovefestival #festivalculture #lightcodes #dreamingoflove #sanctuary #memoriesthatlastforever (at Barnsdale) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc1gevbv09X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Wow feet up after so much beautiful earthing, celestial, dreaming, loving, creating and reading poetry, dancing, spinning and staring into fire, workshopping, talking to country, and being with new and old tribe... Renaissance festival I love you, thank you, it's a highlight of my year every time... #renaissancefestival #renewal #spiritualjourney #harvestmoon (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cchr0bJlQNn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Acke... From the celt of me I cry; Tha trawthe of the situation my dear wyld friends, Tha' honour and truth is both at deep ends... Is Eostrae, Who donna' care which Magician died for who or why, But that life is their reason ta fly This weekend... So cut ya trends from the pentagram and be done, to life bend tha soon altars to the sun, To reflect 'round the infinity of ya moon! To fey the night to boon and drink your gold into ya red! Ta puut ya death notes ta bed With a lad, or between, or lass, masked, naked, or wed! That tha magick be the same, Without illusion or name... For we art all pagan gods me dear priest ol mate, And ye canno' be taken it from The souls memory of fate with any sort o' money, shame, lie, Or god word game. And I know you through any Sort of church, forest, or history of bloods rain. Know that the differences we face mean not a wall or a cross to bare lame, but a reason... Ta lift the chalice of time near high, to the reflections pan kissed and sigh, Without a sin or a miss of the sky, For to trawthe the path from there through the body of the mist, Is an Avalon for all And this magick, The gift... #thedirtythirtychallenge2022 #TheDirtyThirty2022 #day14 #epistemology #trawthe #pagandreaming #poetry #igpoet #igpoems #igpoem #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcVOPA-lWfJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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In an unforgettable statue Aka a soul escaping vertigo of thought vapour stuck in a blank page room I held onto the wall of music. In suck shadow of once eyes, In a black hole appearing in The conversation of the gemini constellation we held onto the wall of music. In the last kiss you gave me, In the alone thud work break Of the mansfeild earthquake, Aka imaginations edge I hoped onto the wall of music. In a typhoon of tears, In the rainbow and temple map for that sunset, For every one since, I gave my heart while looking Into the mirror, I ran out into that night To lay on the grass And spoke to the wall of music. And in the ink of the sky returning The dance story of light where there was none before, Where I shed the dust on my back to a key wall of music, It opened a star, a typhoon of cicadas singing of creations holy error while freedom danced in a lambada Of music. And all went backwards Into a harmony of what we are, Into the door of where, Into a sacred grounding, Retelling, Of who I am, Who we all are, A honey voice of The beloved Whispering... "Music." #TheDirtyThirty2022 #thedirtythirtychallenge2022 #day12 #remembering #musicislife #macroromantic #selfcare #poetryasmedicine #poetryofig❤ #poemsofinstagram❤️❤️ #poetryoftime #poetrytribe #poetryisalive #poetryinstagram #poetryoflight #poetofig #igpoet #igpoems #igpoem #igpoetrygram #poet #memoriesthatlastforever #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcRrn2FllFc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Fire saw the best minds Of my generation, as frog leap to water. Thanks to Wendy Steel... #thedirtythirtychallenge2022 #TheDirtyThirty2022 #day11 #haiku https://www.instagram.com/p/CcNhEgelzFB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Of freedom from my sorrows; There is no rerun movie of the moon. Only the pupil at the end of light. Only a shibari of thoughtful soul-lines, stars, Twinning round and around the futures shadow fate. With a constant, confluent, surrender of body. We run late. With the now of lovers. With every possible form of being. The tragedy of past, The comedy to come. Have I said that before? That writing poetry is a precognition of death? That poetry is a pineal camera on a raining street mind pre-dawn? Oh listening axiom stuck in the swirling born, In cigar smoke, In god pausing all eyelids On James Dean Kerouac Leant time on a wall and staring. Hero the moth chaos flight between them Janis Joplin Plath dancing, Splashing jewellery of calliope Into the insight... That cupid is highly Inaccurate in their Rainbow and Appearances of owls, And even the kissing into words The whole missing universe, Even a natal chart wheel that it can understand, Cannot escape the only reason to birth And cry and say again; Hey, Look... See the moon? #thedirtythirtychallenge2022 #TheDirtyThirty2022 #day8 #poetryofig❤ #desire #rising #moonpoetry #poetryasmedicine #poetryinstagram #igpoet #poetryofstrength #igpoetry #poetryofangels #poetryislove #poetryofmagick #poetryoflove #poemoflonging #poetofinsta #poetryisalive #igpoetrygram #memoriesthatlastforever #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcFxepglspE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I dreamt about being a Deep sea diver, chef, a rockstar. I am a childcare worker. About being a Chief editor, winemaker, DJ. I am a childcare worker. A computer programmer, a pilot, A Chinese medicine doctor. I am a childcare worker. I dreamt about Getting at least 20 hugs everyday, About watching faces bloom Learning the word rainbow, Forgiveness, friendship. I dreamt about going to the infinite moon While beat boxing on a swing... And yet there is so little time to Tell the parents Or the government, How much this time Means to me, To us all... #TheDirtyThirty2022 #day7 #excessandscarcity #poetryofig❤ #igpoems #poetryasmedicine #poet #poetrydaily #poems #poetryofstrength #igpoem #poetryoftime #poetryofinstagram💕 #poetry #poemsofnow #careers #childcare #earlyyearseducation #teacherlife #poetryofig #memoriesthatlastforever #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcDF-Swlsp4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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In a corridor Of sunset upon sunset Upon sunset... I will lay as My shoulders become horizon. Lay as my legs become midnight valleys. Lay as my daughters fly As two scouting phoenixes In my cloud hair, as my skull crowns A whole towns grace. This a door place To circumstances, To a constellations face. Which is to say An Evolution unlocked by the spin Of the planets will for kin. Which is a likeness to speak Of a father who sees himself As his eldest flies a kite Near a waterfall Over my cheek bone In the year 2253... #TheDirtyThirty2022 #day6 #becominggaia #poetryofig❤ #poetryasmedicine #poetrydaily #poetryaslife #poetryispresence #poetryforgaia #gaiapoem #timelessness #poetrgasm #sunsetmeditation #igpoet #igpoem #instapoems #instapoets #poetryoftime #memoriesthatlastforever #melbspokenword #melbournepoetry (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcAjDcslui-/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Death is coming... And I look over my shoulder with a breezes spine. Death is coming... And roses, kisses, scratches of a motion near un-mine. Death is coming... And vinyl, sunset 5D, pulses of the ocean design. Death is coming... And meet me, fuck poetry and scapula blades that are not wings. Death is coming... And Jesus fucked up too near shades That are not things. Death is coming... And Tesla is gunna assassinate them. Death is coming... And Pan will fuck them until they evolve. Death is coming... And two thumbs clock into a butterfly, And all music of ours into a scent. And it will happen twice, And once in the morning. Death is coming... And the reason to leave, a Tafe assignment, an hour's taxes, A DMT trip with arthritis at 79 years old Is the driver of a petals shadow, touching and retreating as ventricles playing with our pleasure and pain of the sun. Death is coming... With 53 cents in the bank. With lists of sunflowers, With Ginsbergian things to do, A dirty wine glass next to the open casket of my heart in ripped Patchwork jeans. Death is coming... Have you seen him? The one who only ever Twitches and procrastinates With poetry and a pen Near eternity? #thedirtythirty2022 #day5 #twothings #poetryofig❤ #poetryasmedicine #poemsofseason #poetrydaily #poetrgasm #igpoet #igpoems #igpoem #igpoetrygram #instapoems #instapoets #poetryislove #lifeagain #loveoftheuniverse #poemofrising #poemsofinstagram❤️❤️ #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb-JKgkFtAh/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Was not the full bosomed, sleek-down-to-the-mound, fully-fresh-sour then sweet bursting strawberries. Not the summer storm cloud cream, whipped with alpine maple syrup Like a bliss slide. Not the crunch hazelnut umami, The crumbly and smooth salty chocolate And caramel sweet hedgehog of autumn ovens and forests... No... My dessert of the evening Was watching her face, Smile blooming like a wicked witch at 3am... Eyes rolling back to heaven... #thedirtythirtychallenge2022 #dirtythirty2022 #thedirtythirty #day4 #dessert #poetryasmedicine #poetryyum #poetsofig #poetryday #poetryofangels (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb7QnGpFQeh/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Love slamming the oven door with my foot like a ninja as garden herb and silverbeet pie is carried to the bench top and meatballs bubble on the stove top... #yummy😋😋 #italianfood #foodpics #nomnomnom #selfcare #delicious (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb12ZHUljsy/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Good morning dear beautiful stardust, can I ask you to stop-well? Drop your shoulder's idea of plastic anxiety and sparking metal, breath and ask; can you here it? Hear and navigate froth of my coffee gently evolving, hissing as the autumn clouds cool hiss too? Good morning dear Nick Drakes 'things behind the sun' you are like my only woodfire and my gas heater seems eternal like my cat states a flickering dimensional architecture. I.e. from time to time the armour of a constant distance resistance falls from my skulled mind into a free-home-existence-soul aka another dreaming way to say "poem" or press the fingerprint on the wall-toll of the akashic now in all of us... Good morning dear old cosmonaut... Thank you a bell sway... I still believe because of you.. The still is a long way off... Meta your postcard to me again... Your making of the greatest festival made of the eldest suns, free from memorial pain, dancing. Your pens of quantum chanting glancing pupils learning and burning sensation, stancing wide and understanding; the tiniest recorded cognition turns it all too... Good morning dear workshops of the few drops collecting the consciousness on my kale and rainbow chard garden. Your omm goes on as the hippy guardians stand against the governments suicidal plan and plant the seeds of this planets death the way It's meant to be... Good morning dear cities will to space... A launch fruition without disgrace... The face of the pooled sky to clarity... the pace of the pnuema... To place petal secrets of technology discovered by the peaceful deeds of the deep... Good morning dear in simile, in honour, lobster angels weird like God, those sneezing blissfully, your waves on the surface hissing more serpents eating tail soup, as the more shaped smile of parents and children complete the will of the rainbow and the more laughter of lovers... Those with wands and moans of Magicka spectrum, those walking the invisible bridge magnetica to the natural commune state of alchemy immune... And then the gold Moon goddess grins... Whispers to a few of the nuances... (Continuous in comments) (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb11smGl1tW/?utm_medium=tumblr

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I will probably Rent forever while Ghost cities Scream through Festival speakers Without you. While lovers suicide And children forget the garden As french restaurants Glow like candles Without you. Without you All planes, All palm trees, All waves fall Over the edge Of your world... For you turn your world Into money's picket square. "Saving" real estate And wallstreet excuses To skint on your tree of life, to live with a withered Saturday, With a killer bank-god, Without a revolution... And the sad part is We remember you... We hold open for your space As those Who would turn with the sunrise. As the renewable light You've forgotten... As those wishing for a maximum wage And a decent worth Teaching your children, Holding your elderly, Those speaking quietly about how to truly own life with the earth... #TheDirtyThirty2022 #day1 #payitforward #poetryofig❤ #poetryasmedicine #poetrydaily #poetryoftime #dirtythirty #poetryofrevolution #freerangesociety #poetryaslife #poetrypassion #poems #igpoems #igpoet #igpoem #poetryflight #realworld #fairtrade #poetryinstagram #poetrycommunity (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbzjDwwF2Jl/?utm_medium=tumblr

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I am beyond words apart from... Thank you wild horses festival, thank you Charli Rose, thank you infinite beings that make such community and magick possible... ✨🌌☮️♥️🙏 #wildhorsesfestival #dooffestival #psylifestyle #infinitegratitude #sanctuary #dancelifestyle #lettinggo (at Carapooee West) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbouHYzFrV-/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Seeking the joy choice of the sun... #tarotcards #lightseekerstarot #goingtowildhorses (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbgNF6Mh1JC/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Hey you, Yeah you there Next few windows over... You know I'm Gunna Dissolve it all right? That you, that me, That skull-wall, mind-wall key, That well worn couch sea, Those well worn steps That home stay after dreams End their working day... Whatsamadda? Whadayasay? Never heard the way A fireplace speaks? #samsara #firefamily #oneconsciousness #impermenance #nirvana #tao #dharmapath #heyyou #poetryofig❤ #poetryasmedicine #poemsofinstagram❤️❤️ #poemsporn_ #poetsdaily #poetsofinstagramcommunity #igpoet #igpoems #igpoetry #igpoetrygram #instapoems #instapoets #buddhapoet #poetryislove #poetryofthesoul #poetryfeelings #onelove #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbXU8dPljWm/?utm_medium=tumblr

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To follow the dissolving strands of sunset... To nearly forget there, That your iris is No mirror... To shimmer A name into the pupil black, Understanding it Backwards As the sky colour... To be Dancing With the same Tunnel flight paths Of albatross... To be Lost into Your hand shores, In the wind of the wind... To be Cared, raptured In the meta conscious Elevation of evolutions Lust bones... To be Continents Swoop Into the Purple cloud, allowed Cave out again without a glitch. Like floating giants, As a dream of unerror, Of fire... Of no higher seperation No typo... To be Is to say I will erase The I own desire Misspelled in the universe. Un-verse our bodies of time. Hearse bind the god Screaming of the past And peace now, Peace... Which Is a weave Of the befalling. The true gravity design, The new naked earth, As the Phoenix future kind Of us all... #newearth #nowlove #poetryofig❤ #fireoflife #pheonix #poetryasmedicine #lightcodes #lightworker #poetrydaily #poemsofsunset #poetryaslife #sanctuary #poetryofoneuniverse #timelessness #poetryoftime #oneconsciousness #poems #igpoet #poetry #poetryofmagick #poet #igpoetrygram #igpoems #poetryofstrength #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbCZrczJjIx/?utm_medium=tumblr