About Henri Ferguson

Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author's inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.

The Mists of Pokhara

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need"~ Tao Te ChingSomewhere between simple and complexlies the meandering pathleading to the epicenter of every sentient being’s core.Journeys as old as timewithout beginnings,without endings,peaceful rivers flowing into eternity.A [...]

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The Plains of Solitaire

"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived,this is to have succeeded." ~ Ralph Waldo EmersonGeographically distant and yet still closeshe consumes him vicariouslythrough his verse.Her phone call spursa delicate dance betweenmore than friends…but less than lovers.Like honey drippingon a Kalahari daythis easy banter dissolvesinto an engaging waltz.Reminiscing about another time,another place, another poem,they stroke [...]

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And I Shall Be Grateful

  "Gratitude is heaven itself"    ~William Blake   Woke up to inclement weather of the heart, turbulence in the slipstream of life; another day older, jury’s still out on the wisdom. Between gigs, in the lexicon of music; between moments, in the songs of life. In an old truck held together with duct tape [...]

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Your House Upon the Hill

 "Life is a perpetual instruction in cause and effect". ~ Ralph Waldo EmersonYour pervasive only ness is the rustinvading the hingesbetween your worlds of here and there.You dismiss and banish thosewho will not surrender to your terms of;"this is how it is".The holy grail you seekquite likely sleeps withinthe casualty heaps that haunt you.Love is never [...]

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What’s Blowing in the Wind

Friday morning,July, Hong Kongon my way to Stanleywaiting for the bus,warm breeze blowsbut cools me stillpeople watching,meandering thoughtsWhat’s blowing in the wind?Newspapers,it’s all badtroubled world, many ailsdistorted views,so much angerblind rage stoked by ignoranceand unwillingnessto seek that middle groundWhat’s blowing in the wind?Shifting thoughtsand where are you my love?so far away, but still,beating in my [...]

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Be Here

Like the prudent mariner never trust your fate to just one map, A singular aid to navigation, pockets filled with promise, a basket full of eggs. Too many trials and tribulations in life to create predictability with any scientific authority. Instead: Listen to the music between the notes, echoes of silence between your thoughts, the [...]

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Life in the Snow Lane

"There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, which demanded that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same."~ Norman MailerThe aroma of coffee wafting through the airfinds my olfactory senses and drawsthis winter morning into focus.It’s New Year’s eve 2008,introspection, resolutions, reconciliations abound,endings and beginnings collide,time stands still for no one. Flakes [...]

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I Am Here

                                                                        "When you find a place where you are, practice begins" ~Eihei Dogen (1200-1253) Rainbow sun dogs frame the occluded sunon this prairie winter morning sky.Wide open spacedemarcated by a distant railroadadvocates forever,is anything forever?The rolling ranch lands speckled in Angus blackand stubby tubes of autumn strawpunctuate this golden vistamorphing into majestic mountains.A sanctuary for [...]

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