white flash, cleansing laser light
Father to a child-
love mightier than accusing conscience.

the silver lining is permanent
outshining the mystery of sin

into stillness after the cacophony
ever deeper birthed awareness
- a benevolent presence
a universal personal love

to tap a superpower
you need not be a super hero

the spirit, hidden
sings within the song

the ghostly singer-
silent to the worldly ear

gives freely and when asked
to any who should call

glimpses through the veil
and Sunlight across the sea

the communication of mirrored faces
and the touch of eternity

being slowly refined
sometimes alarmingly so

the wonder of 'being'
a never ending poem

waves of sound hit the air
flaming at point of resistance
burning across synapse

songs from the radio
from a whole new generation
and generations of song

change, dragged into a new experience
- and turns out
love knows best and
always did and
change was what was so needed.

the Daffodils are giving their all
in order to live fully

a full sharing is torn from the breast
the suffering servant on two levels
wants to give all, but weakness interferes

Alone but in society
social interaction

the Butterfly beautiful
goes about its day.

Tumult finds you out
- it holds a blessing

a bestowal of victory
- for the prayerful

confirmed path
-way of being
living fully-
sharing
-the solitary

in the public eye
no thank you

a quiet intimate life
sure thing

pick the wrong mushroom and your dead

you will never be killed for the insurance money

jockeying is non-existent in a solitary world

exiting Winter sailing the light
a wave expanding each day
eating up the black night
dawns first conquest replayed
and replayed until times end.

floating where no upside down exists
round and round and round
circles cyclical circling a star
history unfurling within eternal space
minds enquiring of the dark
one more question to debunk-
all the answers ever uttered by Man
whispers all echoing round and round and round
floating where no upside down exists.

stone and muscle
a creed and silence

work and rest
a helping hand

sisters and brothers
fathers and mothers

a family unison
love made manifest

hello in any language
set me to learn

the humble bowing of the head
as we come together

and I enter Holy Ground

one small tweak
a quarter turn

one stuttering prayer
answered

freedom is a crazy ride
to live it to the full,
excitement comes close,

headlong into forever, forever
new words will need to be found
with ever expansion of minds.

all going constantly around corners
wondering
trying to keep eyes on the moment
concentrating
working through the unexpected
synthesizing

acknowledging the invisible
we do all day

some pray
others talk to themselves

the invisible has its say
myriad of ways.

something stinks
could be the bin
could be my feet

but no Its Donald Trump.

from whence they came
no one knows;
way other side of invisible;
the only clue.
I set many songs free,
a conduit, an in between.

the tide returns
oceans and sea's
a satellites pull

riding the Moon
the overspill;
a howling Wolf.

grateful for small mercies
in a world of confrontation

set alight when birthed fully into oxygen
to fan the flames of the heart
a kick start to the engine

love is a whirlwind
a volcano
the roar of the Lion

sunshine runs through your veins
your mind accepting the light
with a heart falling forever in love

intimate with stars
warm bloodied
a heart beats for love

a bounce of the light
holds a star
so far away and yet
- so personal

the void is full to the brim
in fact brimming over:
the generosity of creation

inaction can be best
when pressured to act

in doing seemingly nothing
you could be doing everything

giving the spirit space and time
to move mountains

rhythm the universal gift
drum beats and chants
within hearts that sing

ratcheting up the stakes
you make a move
and pray

fresh connections
a brain lightening strike

blood thunders
a waterfall

a pool of calm
understanding

joined up thinking
joined up actions

each prayer
a sigh

pursed lips
whistle a tune

a bird flies
fish swim

the Human condition
conditioned

you learn to
unlearn till death.

love sick, crush, crushed
I remember being 'there'
trapped within a trance.

people can hate for no good reason
minds twisted in denial

they visit their wickedness
on the innocent

hidden from the worldly
what a boon
for children like me

the secret strength of a spiritual army that marches on an empty belly

all things are in the hand of God
despite Man's continual denial
the plan of eternal love prevails

mysterious ways are all around
those in the light slowly unfolding
and those hidden from insight