having taken the road
-sadness haunting your steps
-the unknown writhing in your skin
-a radical trust in radical love manifest.

comes a time for everything
-death will reap its flesh
as sure as flesh left the womb
-the reborn spirit will have flown.

creature of dust
knows nothing

in the beauty
truth speaks

simplicity
a joyous release

in solitude
a crown of flowers.

within the world
but not of the world

the tension between
flesh and spirit

oasis life
in an ocean of stars

remnants remain
in each word.

movement within stillness
voice within silence

love is forever
a dynamic lover

pause within thought
a meditation mantra

an open pathway
eternity beckons you home

infused joy
spreading outwards

peace and love
bursting

a heart beyond
all telling

spiritual being
realised

yawning chasms
deep and dark
open and close

within the darkness
the battle for love
seemingly endless

a repeated mantra
the one name
keeping you safe.

disguise cast off
to be
and to be
yourself

solitude
the invisible
cloak

doubt dispersed
mist evaporated
a clear heart
a clear mind
-transparent love.

the deepest longing
a way of love

seed planted
watered

slow dawning
sunup

a childs knowing
a childs love.

confirmation arrives unexpected
-a love token of remembrance

a road chosen and taken
-long ago in the distance

feet firmly planted
-the dreaming manifested.

some robbers in plain light of day go about their craft
and they never even told you to stick up your hands.

rounding up the rebellious thoughts
casting stubbourness into the fire
freedom comes at a constant price.

tenderness and fire
the burning of dross
a sweet love balm.

rummaging through memory
I pull a flower from the weeds
dumbfounded, marvel at providence

skipping through wonderment
this child- I
I, the child within the confusion
the child beloved

finding the golden stream
having found you
what have you to lose
when you give it all away

daily dose of words
finite resource

a vocabulary
a voice

will you sing
will you rejoice

will silence
be premature.

a political stance
a humble servant
a twisted thorn
self-grandisement
one eye on the prize
one eye for distractors
two eyes looking backwards

minds made manifest
-actions speak for themselves

understanding thoughts
-spilled across your path

Man shares all he has
-speech finding truth

-even when all he has
-is lies.

creativity, the ongoing impetus
set in motion, by love.

seasoning speech with Honey
but beware the Wolf on every street
smiling and offering sweets.

monkeys around the table
sharing their peanuts
grooming ego's.

he shouts rather than communicate
any kind of love
plays the blame game
constantly

speaking truth to power
a poets corner
even a whisper
heard in deaf ears
can change the world.

suit and tie
speak before thought
bowing to the man
a fools paradise.

egg on your face
no one can afford
a clucking hen
a cockeral at dawn
a warning in fire
no more dollar store.

a tax on your thoughts
a tarriff hard to enforce
a future in flux
a billionaires paradise
a psycopath in charge
a man whose thought is me me me me me
and me.

past is captured within your skin
all memories belong to the tribe
a map of the seasons in your blood
the remembering shared around the fire
a time of reaping a time for stars
the Sun knows its children
-those dancing and those waiting.

spirit within the wind
mystery from whence it came
and mystery wherever it goes (she can blow for days)

I draw breath from distant lands
taste the air of sea and ocean
stray bird arrives lost and tired (but welcome)

spirit within the wind
carrying songs and folklore
a shared breathing of poems. (the weaving of stories)

staggered through six of the seven ages
mostly luck over considered judgement
I washed ashore many times-
finally opting to mostly opt out
in so doing living within the fire
that fire of love, furnace in my chest.

'radical' tatooed across my heart
-a place of longing and love

I hear ancient footfall
-the crunch of feet in snow

someone put a spell on my tongue
-words tumble out incessantly
-a garbled monotone

pain is my companion
-a road back home

I wonder if I have enough faith
-to move a mountain

that radical love of Jesus
is the only sanity I know.

well tipped over
toward the Sun
ever so slowly
24hr of Sunlight

opposing ways finely mixed
a battleground cry for help
whispered prayers on lips
the will the want, the need

joined deeper than skin
a shared balm

food for the belly
water slaking thirst

one man wants to ****
another wants to heal.

seamless blue, sky meets sea
humble grass between, green
I am full of red, out of sight
very pale skin, makes contact
an invisible soul, rides the air.

sparks igniting unseen
lightening into words

a sea of forgetfulness
vast giddy distances

an invisible mind
creating stars.

songs heard between heartbeats
words unlocking doors
a venture into the distance
one sunrise, one sunset
a date chiseled in stone
wilted flowers crumbling
a destiny called 'home'.

what best to say
'Sisters, Brothers'

how to project
'Equality, Empathy'

we meet in a thousand ways
we share language

a moments thought
-the spinning of worlds

will we ever meet?
Oh! we already have.

lets hold hands
and dance.

a mojo kept close at hand
rubbed smooth with touch
a criptic message in stone.

a garden for songsters
trees for perches

a Human heart
forming love of creatures

time of the Blackbirds song
a return to romance

-apples and worms
natures feasting

seasons long
-years real fast

the mind has calculations
imbedded deep

-a celestial clock
is ticking

time is a construct
- all is relative

'life is short' neutralises pain and frees the heart-
when in the depths of despairs gaol.

when sister Moon rises full
dragging the seas and oceans
minds too feel the pull-
a celestial tide of water
that big rock of borrowed light
makes this man of dust wonder.

small delights
tiny steps

little efforts
full acceptance

a song
a silence

a day
a night

a breath
a sleep.

650 miles and two ferry journeys
I will not be making that trip again
-back to the town I was brought up
three years since the last time
eight years before that-
there is nothing there for me now
that is finally understood.
I made the 650 miles and two ferry journeys back
thank God.

anti bird strike stickers cast rainbows filled with Sun
Bees as well as birds no longer crash into the glass
-some had died, some were stunned laying helpless on the path
new windows brought death to the garden, it took awhile to work it out, it looked as though the garden went on forever, an illusion wrought by refigured new windows.

resorting to anything but love
is weakness, never a strength

cool balm breathes through
sunlight riding the breeze

I breathe in soft and slow
body and mind expanding

Sunlight running fast
reaches into my heart

I live with a stars blessing
breathing in the breeze