cradled within the pool of silence
all ripples ceased their echo

-having nothing to say
and everything to hear

I awaited deliverance
-and it arrived this 'today'

the universe having opened its heart
and its fire left my lips...

yellow yells out
unmistakeably yellow

yellow in the blue
yelling across the sky

yellow lemons
yell out 'ripe'.

slowly tilting back toward the Sun
light pouring stretching day

children of a star
the womb of a Sun

time gallops faster and faster
unstoppable energy

a wave of eternity
on a breath of love.

chained in darkness
alone with terror

the balm of love
in spoken words

the spirit of love
through all centuries

cocooned in self
a black cloud

full of thunder
spitting blue lightening

denied by circumstances set in motion
-yes the flight of Butterflies
a whip to your impatience
your taking things for granted
muddled mindset wrapped in chains
Soon Summertime will come around
and yes your fragile witness to flight of the Butterflies.

living with death in your spectrum
balances the mind and heart-
where rainbows never fail to delight
and rain makes the green grow.

today can be many memories in the making
can be much reminiscing-
daydreaming in a land of peace
-the waters disturbed by daily 'news'

you wish to do good things
falling short seemingly regularly

who knows what you channel
when at your lowest ebb

when knowledge of any success
is hidden from your ken

glacial thoughts dawning real slow
imperceptible melt and furnaces riding the sky

distant sun's to distant lands unknown
all thought congeals in blood-red sunsets

a painted canvas with the brushstrokes of a God
who dreams their dreams and dreams come true.

quietly alive
silent within silence

the mountain top
hidden within cloud

unknown and unknowable
the hermit in residence.

within pain and confusion
-detachment the balm
to put in place a longing-
Paradise-
the eternal pain free home.

the keyboard speaks
and I am silent
but we are joined
at the fingertips.

salad days seem far off
more snow on its way
a white future foretold

and who knows maybe last summer
was indeed your last
as it was for countless folk.

Red warnings and yellow too
red a favourite
my moustache and beard
now turning white
colour to signify WIND
danger to life
yellow warning
disruption to normal life
what's that? a walk down the yellow brick road. (wearing red shoes)

simplicity within complexity
flexible within discovery

such intimacy
each atom
lovingly cherished

you wish to be away from here
to find yourself the other-side of mortality
cradled within The Sacred Heart
to be eternally complete
in union with your lover.

new understanding unveils from painful experiences
-love has your back
-love cradles your future
-love loves you wholly in the present moment.

math in creation
wonderful equations
mind opening numbers
all adding up to love.

'Go forth and multiply'
who can deny a God?
their very existence.

the powerful urge to procreate
can overcome all other considerations.

what arrives through the senses
indelibly laid down in the mind
will out during dreamtime.

joined up thinking
in the daytime
a national pastime

and dreams of the night
can reveal the truth
if you would only but listen

whose thought do you ascribe to
what have you inherited

a grinning behemoth
from the deepest depths
given the power to realise
-foolhardy momentary thoughts.

with a flourish of ink
a wave of an ocean
the ripple signature

many have a problem
-with eternal life

and its no wonder
their minds are so closed

they are the lost ones
-a desert in the heart

you can lead a horse to water
-and hope it slakes its thirst

it is not everyone who gets to be an Earth protector
in all the myriad ways that is expressed
the single soul wearing Earth flesh-
yes most are too busy to love, in its fullness,
short time children know its now and forever
and forever married to the dust
now is the present moment
and this is all we have

if I was useful
it has passed me by

who knows what you search for
when not given enough space

glimpses of hearts choice
a way to be

and being is the best
the gift given to me.

'you will get there'
Remembering the story of the spider weaving its web in the windy entrance to the cave.

giving homage
to the poorest


Jesus ate and drank with sinners

a closed mind
within a closed world

how poor is that
poor creatures

no male or female
a new creature

a new creature-
not of the Worlds making

on a road to forever
a realised being

a creature of dust
transforming

white sun
cloud shroud
a dying star

tribal traditions
ancient as stars

lightening crackles
ever closer

thunder drums
beats of the heart

to give freely
to the uttermost

a worthy notion
a worthy cause

but honesty demands the truth
at Heavens gate to be told 'could have tried harder'

writhing in the furnace
burning away the dross

with the name of Jesus
whispered on parched lips

until acceptance the freedom
-the Truth sets you free

they say the devil leaves his own alone
-some small crumb of comfort
for the persecuted.

writing songs in the sand
each tide washes back to the sea

-life within life sailing away to new horizons
my lover waits on the distant shore

-one more Sunrise, one more resurrection
one more song gifted to the sea.

the warmth of a spirit
eternity of love

made for forever
giddy on the cusp

stars shine
just because they can

peace enfolds her children
-in perpetual union.

veins filled with starlight
warmth of a heart

let your mind be remade
-in an ocean of love

never fear the truth
-fact is kind
it never lies

the single are not unmarried
-rather married to the Earth

no place to settle
on this temporary road

-a rest at the oasis

renewed
-you travel on

mystic waters
pure

seeing love
expressed

caught up
in a greater plan

sleeping the sleep of poetry
seemingly vacant
-but your tongue rests
while your spirit travels on
-on into the realms of song
where gifts are given.

'truth speaks truly or nothings true'