How do we persevere against unfathomable odds? Poet Mosley Wotta delves within himself to answer life’s biggest questions, finding rhyme and symphony in the most unlikely places. In the first installment of spoken word with Mosley Wotta, let him motivate you to look beyond yourself.
A beautiful poem by Canadian spoken word artist Shane Koyczan about the wild within British Columbia, Canada
It’s just the ocean.
Until you are pulling your dinner out of it.
Until you see first-hand everything that lives in it.
Until you feel the push and pull of a thing so vast…
It is untameable.
It’s just a tree.
Until you see someone release the art trapped inside it.
Until you need shade from the sun or reprieve from the rain.
Until the night steals the warmth in you blood and a cedar sacrifices his its own flesh to give you fire.
It’s just a mountain.
Until you are standing at the bottom of it.
Face to face with it.
Until you take your first step to the top of it.
Until you reach the summit and stand eye level with the setting sun
It’s just a sky.
Until the stars poke holes in the darkness.
Until the wind pushes its howl through the open air with a wildness so blatant.
It sounds like a song you must dance to.
And it all looks…
So tame.
Until you there surrounded by no one.
Until water, earth, fire and air rewind you to a time you once knew.
Until the world feels massive again.
Until it’s just you…
“When you set sail for Ithaca,
wish for the road to be long,
full of adventures, full of knowledge.”
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“When I pause Listen I hear it
The Calling A beacon to return to a place And myself British Columbia
To be amongst the elements The purest water and air
Fertile abundance
A natural richness that overtime has quietly becomes the true currency of life
And this place is the kingdom of abundance
A land of giants British Columbia forces you to rethink life’s measures
What is big? What is power? What is important?
The supreme nature Super Natural
The thread that connects us all is undeniable in this place that the aboriginal peoples have honored for millennia
Massive groves Standing giants fed by the climate and circle of life
Altitude swings that take you from sea to sky
From rainforest to dessert to snow-capped peaks.
This is the place where wildlife thrives
All in the court of her majesty mother nature
She chose this place to erect her monuments
Masterpieces forever in the making constant and changing
A dichotomy that reflects our refined civilization and raw wilderness
It’s the rush of standing on the edge of the world
The deafening quiet of a mystical morning
The exhilaration of British Columbia that reminds you of what it feels like to be alive
To find the wild within Super natural British Columbia ”
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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A beautiful poem by Canadian spoken word artist Shane Koyczan about the wild within British Columbia, Canada
[Destination British Columbia]
It’s just the ocean.
Until you are pulling your dinner out of it.
Until you see first-hand everything that lives in it.
Until you feel the push and pull of a thing so vast…
It is untameable.
It’s just a tree.
Until you see someone release the art trapped inside it.
Until you need shade from the sun or reprieve from the rain.
Until the night steals the warmth in you blood and a cedar sacrifices his its own flesh to give you fire.
It’s just a mountain.
Until you are standing at the bottom of it.
Face to face with it.
Until you take your first step to the top of it.
Until you reach the summit and stand eye level with the setting sun
It’s just a sky.
Until the stars poke holes in the darkness.
Until the wind pushes its howl through the open air with a wildness so blatant.
It sounds like a song you must dance to.
And it all looks…
So tame.
Until you there surrounded by no one.
Until water, earth, fire and air rewind you to a time you once knew.
Until the world feels massive again.
Until it’s just you…
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