I don’t know where to start so perhaps if I just start then the magic of the writing will open passages and pathways that I do not know or suspect. Imagine a dancer, a whirling dervish, faster and faster he spins until the world that he knows becomes a blur all around him.
Read MoreShite or Flowers
The whisperer has always been with us. Telling us lies of separation and confusion, leading us into labyrinths of thought and judgement, drawing veils across our eyes to obscure the simplicity of miracle and the truth of our unity.
Read MoreThe small fish, the great whale and a ladybird
There are so many flavours of love. There is river pebble soft love, new green grass love, autumn leaves dying love. There is passion, there is persistence, there is wonder. Devotion and tenderness and rough-skinned back slapping love….
Read MoreThe Everything Shimmer
Sometimes it is hard to know where to start, which path to follow, what to unravel. It is all alive of course. All of it. All of this. How could it be otherwise? Everything rising from the great silence, the living dark, the perfectly breathing and luminous love. Part of the wave of life just as I am. This jumble of ideas (…)
Read MoreA prayer for all of us who walk the earth
May I be humble, may I be innocent, may I be wise. May I know the deep calm of the earth (…)
Read MoreAt the end of the day
The night is drawing in and sleep is close. I lay down all that I have been until now in the trust of a tomorrow and a new dawn. I know that I must make peace with the day. For this is death in (…)
Read MoreBeneath this cloak
Sometimes when I wake up I can still taste it. It is something that I have floated through in the quiet night, it is the velvet darkness within. It is the perfect poem on the tip of my tongue. So close I can smell it, sense it, taste it. It can’t be held or kept, but I have it. It can’t be known (…)
Read MoreHoneymoon
’m in such trouble. You see I seem to have gotten myself stuck in the honeymoon period. It normally lasts about six months I’ve heard and I’m well into my 14 year and no sign of (…)
Read MoreIt is time
In the night he takes me by the hand. The one I call guide and he leads me on the mountain until I come to the place that I know is the place. The kind stones bear witness and the trees gather to give thanks and I know that it is the time. Time to leave this earth, to leave this human journey. In that exquisite (…)
Read MoreSentinels of the salt waters
In the vast silent ocean, in the unimaginable blue black depths there are beings moving and turning. Ancient and wise, precious beyond words. Huge and still, made of mystery and the deep secrets of the earth. They weave their strange, aching wails of longing (…)
Read MoreThe elephant in the room
How come no one is talking about it? All these people that I meet throughout the day and not one of them brings it up. The elephant in the room. The one elephant. The great elephant! That we are here, incarnated form, spiralling at crazy speed through (…)
Read MoreRipples of time
Yesterday I was up a mountain gazing down at the world spread all around. At my feet was a stone with the ripples of water from some forgotten beach forever frozen there. This impossibly ancient earth had breathed and sighed and heaved some aeons ago and over deep, long expanses of ego-crumbling (…)
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