the cooing of Rock Doves
sitting on the roof

their mating dance
- a chase

around the Dandelions
and grass

they choose a mate
- falling in love

their flock increasing
each new year

a midge has to eat
its nothing personal

******* Human blood
you are just so yummy

grace poured into your soul
to cleanse, to heal, to forgive

what is it to love thy enemy?
to be crucified for one and all?

to lay down your life
in order that others may live?

far out uttered by hippies
those flower power folk
have we travelled further
since they first uttered 'love'

to set the mind to wonder
a journey to the unknown
needs must be taken, again

days for singing
-days for silence

days for sowing
-days for reaping

Star-child Sun-kissed
a Moon to swoon over
where lovers do meet

the rising of pulse
blood flushed
shaky legs...

a kiss from Moonbeams
dreamers dream
a heady mix

complexities diluted down;
'its all a mystery'-
that's the truth we live-
the truth we share.

skin on skin
gentle touch

a remembered dream
long ago

the echo sounding
around your heart

a love song for your lover
unrequited, lost to time.

Love hangs full and juicy
- fruit on the vine

My lover plucks the choicest
- gathers them up

-to share

strange weather not so strange after all
for the scientist proof of predictable outcomes.

Beauty beyond compare
unique, unmatched

Searching for your lover
in the garden of Eden

And you eat the fruit
that they share

amazing things, usually hidden, can well up and out of your heart,
the giveaway to yourself just who it is you are, riding the stars,
what it is you desire and the mismatch between fantasy and reality,
the person you would like to be and the person calling the shots,
a grey area, too sublime to capture, too murky to see, too deep,
the place for the ordinary mystery of life to be enough for one to live,
a place most folks find themselves most of the short time of their life.

love has no need or want
love is its own reward
love loses nothing in loving
love simply loves, that's all

love creates love
generates love
gives itself, fully
loves all is love

deepest night in deepest space
void of star-shine

blacker than black
gaping wound of nothingness

an eternal scream
in a bottomless pit

forever falling
deeper

the mirage of distance
eye to horizon

interconnected spiritual
awakening

spirit world
spirit people

journeying
into enlightenment

gravitational red
internal rivers

heart pumped
brain fed

lung oxygenating
****** air

red faced
ochre blushed

underneath the mountain
invisible hands hammer metal
forging steel on anvils

the ringing sounds
deep in the Earth
echo out across the valley

its a war machine, some say
they are creating-
the machine to end all wars.

there are many keys to many doors
what key to what door have you?

a word, a memory, an inkling
here across this page

door swung wide
key left for others to find.

dust and desert Martian landscape
boulders, rocks, stone

a veiled watery course underground
under lives and freedoms

a people held to account-
for laughter and levity.

bone heads and cruelty-
thinking, we are superior.

Starlight in your pockets
a Moonbeam in your smile
gentleness of the Butterfly-
in your heart soul and mind.

Amen.

The Gulls back from the sea
their evening songs

a celebration of good luck
fishers back from the sea.....

flotsam and jetsam
meteorite

light shade
clouds

Moonbeams
Sunrays

electronic
brains

Star child
Earth dust.

yellow Moon
red Sun
blue Earth
Interchangeable
Rainbow
green Earth
yellow Sun
red Moon
blue sky

one voice of love
igniting hearts

the flame carried
and set on a stand

its a roundabout, all of it
said in similar but different ways

freewill the gift most precious
the gift most often abused

the scapegoat could be anyone
more, any grouped together folk
by association, you could be next.

ghosts within dreamscapes
haunt the nights

haunt your steps
having escaped their grasp

fragrancies to allure
to repel

invisible language
wafting around.

nailed to a place in time and eternity
the mind works out its reasons
reason to be, reason to stay
reason to fully believe-
this is where I will die.

living fully in the 'now'
a disciplined road
with enormous potholes.

freaky weather being the norm
will it ever change back?

jumping out my skin
wound up spring

lets go
now and then.

one spin of the spiral
stars falling across space

some being born
some dying

the blue hides them
along with the clouds.

I took up the golden quill
plucked from the golden goose

And I began to write
slowly at first

And then in a torrent
not my own

Raspberry crop hangs fulsome
sweet luscious fruits
juicy purple and reds
enough for a pie or two.

did I plot my course
no I did not

but to have come to a place envisaged
when it was impossible for me to arrange

no, I did not plot my course-
despite myself I have arrived at a sacred place

we will all be friends in Heaven so goes the saying.
what a shame it will take until then.

the morning offering;
all that you are or will be
in union with your Deity  (mine offering themselves on a cross)

Shielded from the harms of the Sun
a Moon that no longer mocks

Held tight by eternal truth
travelling freedoms road

A light load
an easy yoke

unlocking understanding
deeply understood

a gentle process
-organic

slowly into place
falls eternities freedom

some days the full force of what you are up against is felt most keenly
- tested to take heart
standing up with your belief love has conquered the world.

to have been shown mercy at birth
when most defenceless
naked to the world and hungry

the beggar is an honest reflection
when it comes to the heart of things

perceived to be the fly in someone's soup
the reason their happiness is thwarted
a barrier to the success they deserved
lower in class or culture or humanity
not worth attention or help or kindness?

a song of season
written down
before time began

predestination
tuned in
place and terrestrial time

seed from long ago
and fruit swelled
red and ripe.

deep and depth
out of sight

singing into the void
an echo returning

no breath within
a mothers womb

was that my voice
whispering silence