I ran four decades back in time
to sit here with the past
filling my senses with life
memories worth their salt
I ran to be here with you
my very first love
yes you knew then what I know now
we would always be one

main street big city
old men stop- lean into
lingering conversations
while bustle and rush
the young hustle waves
washing around live bronze statues

A land without streetlamps
gets black dark; we walk
the roads with torches ,
when winter rages for months.

All a sudden Summer Lights Up
and you need no streetlamps after all
or torches to see where you are walking;
how I miss the black dark of winter

Poppies about to burst
Red as blood
There just outside my visual
a bottle uncorked
glass is filled
and ******* bears its fruit

What makes every moment count
How do we come alive every second
Does the mystery of creation suffice life

Light up my reality
let us talk of things perceived
leave sound and sights behind
a journey through to the other side

Created become the creators
every moment opens
For us to look inside

There this is what we find
faking it? no we have left that world
Far far behind

Feel it? life in a moment passing by
an addictive cocktail
feeling high

Mixing past present and future
capture its sweet nectar

We have stood still
in the universe of our minds
Stopped counting the seconds
That make up man-made time

Gone way back further
than our ancestors beginnings of life
We are the moment happening

Every thought every twitch
making up the picture perceived
Talking silently together
While the moment passed

Here we are at last
Savouring the future of the present
making up our past

never sell out your own experience
it is the most valid treasure
living in a world that would rob it
make its own and devalue the truth
of the truth of living experience

many times I danced around the Glast festival
and I travelled in a van living
but in the end when reality set
I knew I had to make for the North Isles
a sustaining freedom where the Stone Circle of Stenness
Is a place to lay your head whatever the season
And Stonehenge sits alone in its field
a forlorn rebuffed dancing circle ended

Walk through the door
as a first step
But do not think that you have arrived
and no more can hurt you

who could not sit about a fire-
look up and connect-
a star

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

the inscape of any outscape
is the scape I seek
the movement of minds-
beyond the normal perception
moved beyond this solid-
world through the outscape senses

these are the days one would stop the clock
ride for eternity
on the updrafts