Golden Hour Introspection

This is picture I took shortly before my life changed and I left full time work. I was in a questioning state, wondering what I could do to move away from complex politics that did nothing but slow everything down… growing increasingly frustrated at the one step forward, two steps backwards actions brought on by too many egos, with invisible direction.

There’s something peacefully somnolent about walking from the day’s light into sunset.

Golden hour introspection

Time off for good behaviour
Permits the walk of the Freeman
Upon ageless sand
Once (or twice) per financial year

Damp sand
Compressing rat troubles,
Reflexologically massaging,
Sloughing,
Perspectivising

Timeless tumbling
lending,
bending
meditating…

Affectations of the boardroom world,
Where humen are
no better than animals
in suits
would be
assuming airs of importance
elegance,
grandeur

Secretly assisted by
chemicals,
narcotics,
dispassion,
the bottom line

Salary
Investments
Debt
Walking the financial tightrope
Doing anything
Swigging burn
swallowing stress
and
another excuse

Disempowered souls at home
wielding might beyond their proven capability in life
in the name of money
power

Forgetting
pawn and king
Go into the same box
At the end of the game

Set aside

Joyful union with simplicity
Absorbing the soft, glowing colour swatches of
warm tropical sunset

Secretly
Desiring
Wild
Independence
Freedom

Wind brushes warm cheek,
Sweet ocean rhythmically
whispers softly, Peace

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