the stuff I make – and you make too – will be soul-touched in the moment, ferocious in its love
This poem was used as the introductory invitation and jump-off piece for a Soul Manifestos workshop facilitated by Steve Thorp at the recent Trailblazers 2 weekend in November 2019.
I pick up words from around the place and make stuff from them.
They’re sometimes big and horrid words and sometimes nice and
sometimes short and simple words and I get love from them.
Sometimes the words are things and sometimes they’re living,
or have lived, and I pick up sadness until it gives way to another emotion,
less straightforward. Someone tells me to pick myself up, and so
I pick up fear and anger and something else nearer to grief and nearer
to the ground. This is where I should pick up stuff: beneath the trees,
beside the ponds and from the edges of pathways that wend to the river.
When I was a boy I would have made stuff from this stuff I’m picking up.
Now I’m picking up words that are living, crying, despairing, dying,
and, as I walk slowly around this place, I will make them into something.
I will make a poem, a story, a song and a manifesto; a mandala made
from leaves and sticks, a flag and a whisper that carries its way around
the world in soft transmission and in birdsong. And the stuff I make –
and you make too – will be soul-touched in the moment, ferocious in its love.
Find an edited version of my talk at the workshop at: https://campfireconvention.uk/bugle/features/soul-manifestos-and-power-poetry