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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Jul 29
- 2 min
A Collage of beautiful lives
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly”. Frida Kahlo The most beautiful paths meander through the darkest shadows, where...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Jul 20
- 3 min
I see a child playing on the horizon - HAIBUN
Confucius writes: “Great is the sublimity of the creative to which all beings owe their beginning, and which permeates all heaven….” I...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Jul 17
- 1 min
Swirling
“Is post-modernism about transcendence or is it only focussed on critique?”(In conversation with John Vervaeke on YouTube) Who can wait?...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Jul 9
- 1 min
I want to be a Dandelion
"The primary word I–Thou can be spoken only with the whole being. Concentration and fusion into the whole being can never take place...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Jun 14
- 1 min
A textured sigh
When we decide to let go, the mind becomes an intricately textured sigh - a deep breath which blurs boundaries as we surrender our...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- May 17
- 1 min
Maybe one day ... I will be the stone
maybe one day all the words that I have read silently moulded in my head stunned with spectre and speculation and all life’s experiences...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 19
- 1 min
A quiet ache in the solitary darkness of a poet's soul
There is a quiet ache in the solitary darkness of a poet’s soul, which is unfathomable for many, but an unsuspected treasure at the same...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 17
- 1 min
Mother Earth - the Middle of the Middle of All
Mother Earth has many faces. But unfortunately, our relationship with her has settled into a pattern of conscious and unconscious...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 16
- 2 min
The trees are our mothers
Several years ago, we moved to an Olive Farm in the Karoo. So it is no coincidence that a vast, beautiful ash tree grows in our backyard....
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 15
- 1 min
Our True Nature
Our true nature encompasses our limited self-absorbed ego. It is an infinite ocean, all-embracing and elusive as space. The human (ego)...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 14
- 1 min
The Human shadow
Poetry and art channel fierceness as a force of beauty, vitality and meaning. The creative fire transforms the human shadow and suffering...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 11
- 1 min
The Art of Poetic Living
The art of poetic living is like an agave tree. First, it shoots one long branch towards the sky. It then slowly collapses to one side,...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 3
- 2 min
SILVERING
Louisa Punt-Fouche is a South-African author, poet and artist, intellectual mystic, scholar of the evolution of consciousness, clinical...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Apr 2
- 1 min
Prometheus
With flame in hand, the creative fire, Prometheus, had burnt down my house many times with me inside. It seemed impossible to live...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Mar 29
- 2 min
The Mountain Sage observes the play of shadow and light dancing on earth
“There is always somebody that knows, while you think you are hiding.” The sages that have informed my writing, poetry, musings, stories,...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Mar 28
- 1 min
Silvering- an anthology of poetry - released March 2023
There is a quiet ache in the solitary darkness of a poet’s soul, which is unfathomable for many, but an unsuspected treasure at the same...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Aug 3, 2022
- 1 min
The agapanthus at the edge of death
The summer garden is bursting with blooming agapanthus (African Blue Lilies), with their umbels of showy lilac and blue and purple...
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Louisa Punt-Fouche
- Aug 3, 2022
- 1 min
The Silver Shadow
The silver shadow in my breath is a foreshadow of my death. I know, I accept, I cry, I die. I long to rest inside a flower. With my...
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