1.  Aussies

2.  Ode for all Nations

3.  Come

4.  Old One

5.  RAP:

6.  Movin' On

7.  Somewhere

8.  Travesty

9.  Walking along the edge

10. Of Facades:

11. My guide

12. Cosmic

13. Body of the Spirit

14. The Learning Tree

15. Observe & Behold

16. Webs

17. Anathema for the condemned

18. Fate

Volume: 5

or,

Puzzle over this!

& watch my spirit dance to the beat of its own drum.

'Puck Art'

Back to the beginning.

Leave the fat, old one alone. To whom, should she atone?
Hasn't she done her time.  What was her crime?
Her swollen face, her puffy eyes - see all, that you deride.
She turns aside - hiding among the crowd; silently; still proud.


She begat again, again & again.
Yet, only two eggs she hatched,like a battery hen.
All her children still love her so.
Still, not all the babes & chicks, know which path to go.


They see her alone & think it's how she wants to be.
It's only so she can observe & offer a delivery.
For the children of the spirit that she loves & admires.
Protectoress; of all that's transpired.


She observes all her children - happily playing,
noting the buds & broken boughs they're displaying.
One breaks loose, she sees him smacked for his crime.
One cries, one brazen, until unobserved, they reverse their lines.


She watches the lovers acting out their dream.
and sighs for what there might have been.
Crazed skin basks in the sun, as she lets her agile mind come undone -
and knows she was right, the child inside is fragile, too young.


She thanks the one who taught her all. Life is growing cold.
Tired of all - she's shutting down that mighty; childlike soul.
Oh! What a story that one could tell.
Alone - she protects the child inside so well.  It's not so bad.

22 December 1996
Robyn Anne Pace

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