I walk down this path alone
I’m not afraid because I know
My angels are here
My angels are everywhere
Angels I hear you calling
Even when I’m falling
Angels I hear you calling
Angels I hear you

I will take you to the slate.
Blaenau Ffestiniog,
Tanygrisiau,
Cwm Orthin lost and gone.
It lays all around, littered
sliding, sparkling with rain.

grey and ugly they say
but have they sat a while,
storage heaters and thrones,
they are, the slates
perfumed moss and earth.

we will wander up the rise
where mothers push the buggies,
and boys off road from Croesor
mud and slate chips, scattering
splattering.

we may pass the lake
where the sheep bathe
and we shall bathe too
pooled in water
slated, lilied, green

i shall walk you
to the fences, slate fences,
drawn with names
from the past, graffiti
men’s names, welsh names,
proud.

we shall sit by the chapel
listening for the voices
murmuring, singing
welsh voices,
and we will join in the song
with our hearts

let us visit the old homes,
scattered stone, and windows blind,
wind hunting hair to lift,
doors to rattle,
all gone, all gone
down to the valley,
and away.

time stands still
and i will watch you.
take photographs

A flow of ancient air by chance
Passed through the lattice of awareness
Confusing its framework
Thoughts no longer held together tight
The strands of understanding
What felt certain as day, as night
Lost its grip in coherence of doubt
Lost its rhythm exploring
The presence of untamed dimension
The soul remembered its song
Recognizing the imbued deception
How a moment transforms the path
Resurrecting fire's desire
Transcending heart's breath
And laying bare injected truths.

You are standing on a beach.
The sand is warm and soft to the touch.
The sun is out and the sky is a clear brilliant blue

There are a few white clouds in the sky -- very delicate.
The sun is not hot, the air is not cool. It is just right.
There is a light soothing breeze.
There is the smell of salt in the air.

As you look out into the water, you see the color, a light turquoise.
The water dances making the waves look like diamonds sparkling in the light.

As you begin to walk into the water, you do not feel wet.
Your color changes to the same as the water.

As you walk further out into the ocean, your shape and consistency change.
You melt and meld into the sea.
You feel warm, safe and at peace.

You are finally home.

Clear water serenely waves
                towards the shore
In your hands you hold a book
                filled with Mystical secrets
and as the sun goes down,
                         you read on
as the sky quietly turns
                            from pink to crimson
                     over the calming blue sea...
Rushing waterfalls
                  gush forth
                  from a tall silent mountain
         the outpour
                                     of water
right into the open mouth of the sea.
You sit on the sand, lifting your hands
                       to heaven,
folding your legs
             into a Padmasana position of wisdom
You get that feeling that you have finally,  
                   arrived !

Washed upon the shore
In softest blue, seaglass glows
Charm on silver thread

There is a
buzzing to my
busyness.
My mind refuses
to be at ease.
It happens when I
try to
read or sleep.

Doing Always.

Where did the
playground go?
I think it split for
Brazil with the
squirrels.
We are all nuts.