If I could say just one thing to you
[and believe me, I am]
I would tell you to stop looking "out there".
I would tell you that you have everything you need.
I would tell you that you are everything you need.
Nobody can add anything to that.
and be **** sure, nobody can take anything away.

But you must share yourself with those around you:
your body, your mind, your words, your heart.
They are not for the PICKING. They are not for the TAKING.
They are for the sharing.
They are for someone to enjoy with you.
But lovely lovely love stop looking, please!
Release the pressure, drop the anxiety, ignore the stress.
It does not serve you.
It is merely in your head,
not in your bones.
Not in your flesh.
There is no "doing" in worrying.
There is only worrying.
And beautiful, that's not you.

If I could tell you one thing it would be this:
There are no rules that you do not make for yourself.
There is no time that you must do anything,
only times when you can do something.
Just opportunities that cyclically arise and fall away before you.
Did you miss one? That's ok.
Will another one come? Of course it will.
Let things come of their own accord
and you will end up happier than you could have dreamed.

There's nothing on the other side of that door.
In fact, you've already been there. You're there right now.
There is no lock holding you back.
No lock keeping everything from you.
You've got a pocket full of keys, and no locks.

Oh, if you'd only let me tell you,
I'd tell you everything in the world is alive in you.

day finds me out
hiding under covers of night
keeps rousing
until bless her heart
I cannot resist

bobbing white sail across horizons
summertime travelling on
to new long day tomorrows
evenings stretching-out
Sunsets mingle with  Sunrise
on this seamless summer
Wind and sea calm enough
for white sail and dreamer

summer showered
shiny concrete
each drop
an ocean
a sky full
drink
of water
a bath
a shower
quick wash
its over

blackbird who serenades me to sleep
and sings for me to wake
hunts silently skipping through the grass
a table laid for such a beautiful bird
who can sing the socks off and on this man

the heart of hearts lets me enter once more
to lay prostrate in a silence filled with love
life takes me on a journey whilst I stay still
all things are beauty forged and freedom calls
and swirls and lifts and holds and shrieks -
with joy like a child in the fullness of its right-
to be and to be loved and adoring and adored
yes my child this song is for you always always

orange light glow across the bay
some ones home
small cottage
haven from the world
free from politics and war
the rough and tumble of the market
a solitary humble abode
breaking darkness this side of the hill
homely warm welcome little house

I saw a man selling sunlight in jars
I bought one
for you

Half a sun up and half a sun down
half a world of spaces for sharing songs
Songs of the new day breaking open wide
displaying her wares

Eve songs giving thanks
and singing into the night rolling down
from the stars
Gently gently the blanket is laid

Tucking in half of mankind
like children
like  children
Some ones children they are

I can see Adam standing in the garden
looking through the window
He stands hands on hips sturdy
legs slightly apart smiling and I realise
Adam is not looking through the window
he is looking at Eve and smiling and
Eve wears a rose in her hair the one
Adam gave to her this very morning

slipped in between
the sheets
in a bed zooming
through space and time
earth underneath
head in dreamland
stars on the ceiling

my love sings as the nightingale sings
as all birds sing my love hides
behind all gifted songs of Earth
psalm and childrens laughter
the sound of rhythmic hammers
mankind at work with wood and metal
hearts full of life and love and singing

birds on the air
breeze over the sea
wide flung open windows