My Life and My Law

I've started up this blog for a variety of reasons.

Reason 1 - to have a forum on which to rant and reflect which is NOT Facebook. Facebook is frying my brain. It is making me boring, narcissistic and predictable. It is sucking away my time and my creativity. It is turning me into a conformist drone. Tonight, I delete. I've been talked out of it many times by well meaning folk who like my posts. Well, well-meaning folk - now you can read this. And comment!

Reason 2 - to have somewhere to share. My ideas, my ideals, my experiences. And if you're not interested, you're not getting it forced on you like in FB land. I can post as much as I like and as often as I like on my vegan politics and no-one can demonise or criticise. Hurray!

Reason 3 - to have an online diary. I know that sounds a bit 'Angela Chase' but I have got a few things coming up that I want to keep a record of. My summer volunteering trip to Borneo for example. I can post pics, thoughts, experiences and my friends and family can see my progress and I can view it all when I come home. That is, if I can get my hands on a computer in the jungle =)

And that's about it.

So what's the title all about? I hear you ask. It is borrowed from this, my new favourite poem that I was recently introduced to (thanks Dan).


My Law - Tieme Ranapiri

The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run.
And when into chaos the system is hurled
... again shall the Builder reshape a new world.

Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal:
Move on - for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.

You were. You will be! Know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns
The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.

It slept in a jewel. It lept in a wave.
It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years
and now in the soul of yourself it appears.

From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
and the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought.
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate.

Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
My law is unerring, no blood can atone
The structure you build you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.

Once list' to that Voice and all tumult is done
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.

You are your own Devil, you are your own God
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from Error or Sin
Until you have hark'd to the Spirit within.

attributed to a Maori

Claire
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