LUCY WALKER
Lucy is a woman wild and free. She comes from a mad-magical-maze of a family who has called Kenya home for over four generations. She currently lives in Australia after nomadically wandering three continents by herself for two decades. By day, she is a management consultant passionate about creating happy healthy teams in order to solve complex problems for her clients. By night, she is fully immersed in an array of creative activity. Her spirit’s sanctuary is the process of creating poetry, music and art. Dissolving duality into oneness is her mission. Freeing herself and all sentient beings from the bondage of attachment is her purpose. Approaching everything from a place of joy and acceptance is her mantra.
Imagining The Magic Rabbit
Ears on high
pricked.
Alert and
full of sensory
sense. Sensing
it is all just a game
of chaos.
See her leap.
Graceful as a
mermaid in full flight
through the slip-stream
of waves
basked in
golden pastel sunrise light.
Splish - - -
Splash - - -
not a drop
out of place. The rabbit
moves towards
the vastness
where nothing ends and
emptiness begins
unafraid of unknown unknowns
unknowingly unpacking
undulations of a
universe made
in the image of itself.
Infinite possibilities of
multiple variants
that rabbit is.
Just as infinite non-variations
of that same rabbit
lie nestled in in the corners of
that very same universe.
Mermaids twitch their
tails and wonder
why it is that rabbits
are a given but they are a
myth of magic yet
unknown to most.
Twitch that Splash right
back to now.
Stop the meanderings
of variants multiplying? It's impossible.
Creation multiplicity
is a thing and
the singularity curdled by
a rubix cube and
multiplied by infinity
bends the universe
to your will.
Yes.
"Mad" you say.
I say, "try it on".
Slip into your tail
and splish that
splash
into whatever
cube of the rubix you so wish
to twitch in
and lie in wonderment,
wondering
how you got there.
Wondering what water went
which way?
Watching that damn rabbit
magically materialise
in every movement you make.
Are you scared?
Are you full of fear or
Are you full of love?
The rabbit is just your own
absurd god inside the
very twitch of your tail.
Fear-of-love-is-foolish-fool-fishing-and-flopping-from-flow-to-foul.
so the mermaid song won't save you from yourself
you twitching tower of neurosis.
To join their ranks you must first see the top
of the magic rabbit's ears.
I'm all out of ideas
for you.
You have to figure it out
yourself.
Remember Dr. Iguana's
caution that no known telescope in
space
or on this earth
is powerful enough
to catch a glimpse of
those magic
ear-tops.
So go figure.
Maybe faith in mermaids
is easier sugar to swallow.
Your tail twitching you towards the
twinkling talismans in
twilight.