I jumped on your back- while it was breaking- the moment I bought the rice- You had planted nurtured Bent- over harvested and was sold at the market for a poor price
its the song of your heart beating the alive liveness of your limbs dancing running jumping the flow of your hair and sitting down listening to birds singing your confusion learning maths or indeed anything yes through it all and more to come I have lived you and loved you
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
all night daylight like winter snuggle up and snuggle down that kind of weather a day in bed Alleluia the world will go on without me while I lay down talking with Jesus
There are no words, no carefully stringed sentences, no clever use of metaphors, alliteration, punctuation and full stops, that allows us to crop and capture, the rapture, of love.
I left a paper trail to freedom even some numbers calculated still she lingers Hesitant; so wondering; weighing the unknown escape against the solid walls of her prison