Coloured Paper and Shiny Buttons

White line high up in the sky, oh how I wish I could fly, my eyes the world to see, heart free as air to embrace, in awe of this wonder of creation. Feet firmly planted on mother earth, my minds eye gazing on the blue orb where I reside, in infinite space I am aware I exist in an existence shackled by human consciousness, where there is always a price to pay.

We place value on everything, but no value on life, enslaved to the devils of money and status,  makes demons of us all,  as we do what we can to get, a pocketful of the coloured paper and shiny buttons we need. Survival or success are the two divisions in life, the have nots and the haves,are divided by greed, it is only those who  succeed, can afford their mouths to feed.

Coloured paper and shiny buttons have dominion over our world, we the willing servants, bowing to the rule of coloured paper and shiny buttons, our masters placed over us. The banks we fill to bulging, spew out coloured paper from holes in the wall, people go hungry and starve, for lack of coloured paper and shiny buttons, no medical treatment, illness, suffering, and death. for those without a pocketful of coloured paper shiny buttons, we kill and steal all to gain more coloured paper and shiny buttons.

We the human race value and live in material ignorance, we need to embrace a simple truth, money is just coloured paper and shiny buttons, all of creation has been given to us free of charge, we must live free together, the value of life is Love, Kindness, Compassion, Tolerance, and Peace for all, we must care for the source of life Mother Earth, who we pollute and destroy all for coloured paper and shiny buttons, one day the human race will be destroyed, for the love and greed of coloured paper and shiny buttons.




Twilight Sky

Shades of pink, purple, and grey, colour the sky, as the sun falls

witnessing this natural beauty, calming  mind and body.

This servant of the day, in awe of natures loving gift.

Life has it’s span of years, the karmic circle of life. 

Aware that the human race is but a spec of sand, in the genesis of creation.

As I look up but cannot see beyond the twilight.

I am as big in my world, as an insect in his.

With humility I thankyou twilight sky.


Stephen Rowlands 12/11/17