Spread some freebees,
a little love
and it will go round forever.

throw off convention
feel freedom fill your sail

as your soul loops the loop
and you wave goodbye.

travelling light on the road of deaths
-and resurrection

a little more free
after each little death

and resurrection.

I came face to face with laughter

that simple meditation

where the self is forgotten

the ego destabilised

and you come back to yourself

embodying a little more freedom.

we should send a bunch of flowers
with every space ship

my spy cam hidden in the Sycamores
has yet to nail the devil
that raps on my window in deep night
but I am Patient  :)

often a little tips the scales
one side down
one side up
and you can find yourself
either end or even
a little both ways.

if you make it past puberty
and then teenage years
without any psychosis
you are abnormal.

Patience is a road to travel
a way of being

Patience is a movement
a way of forward motion

Patience is its own reward
a crown of eternity.

bare faced, unabashed, brazen, look you in the eye, downright took me for a fool
and that's OK, Ok I say, and mean it.

alive is a strange concept hard to fathom
until you have your first death to self
denied or wrongly accused bourn in silence

through a trillion miles of dark forest
a billion trillion of dark space
we crawled half alive to our fate
to wake conscious to our immanent death

many things jump down your throat
to make your heart ache

and the aching is relentless

the physical manifestation
of a heart alive and kicking

you can never get over being alive and stupid
sometimes you need to be stupid just to be alive

each cubic of air
every droplet of water

the stars in the night sky
and a full Moon

all conspire to keep lovers
alive and thriving

where tiny is fascinating
and universal awesome
we are generating history

there is a depth, constant belief,
a living faith, 'all will be well, all manner of things will be well...... Julian of Norwich, Anchoress, Mystic, Revelations of Divine Love'

feelings come and go
some a burden

there is a place beyond
and in the centre

all at once everywhere
its called peace

but you will not find it
without seeking

and no technique
or book holds its secret.

its a living fire consuming
without the pain.

overflowing kindness
the fountain of your heart
I bathed deeply, cleansed-
of all wrong thought-
you hung there betwixt
Heaven and Earth
you do this for all

In the depths of nothingness

I discover I am nothing.

Love is all.

the fullness of silence
bids welcome home
fills my all and more

I have become silence
moving within its core
free to be and be all

running for the train
running out of time

labels are thrown about everywhere labellers can be found

it behoves labellers to label

because labelling helps them to stay in the shallows

where no effort is needed to live any kind of real life

and the fantasy of themselves is all they care about

Conclusion; so labelling others is all about put down

all the petals have fallen
plucked by the hand of the wind
...'loves me, loves me not'
it matters little now grey has come
Winter bereft of lovers
all a huddle from her cold cold hand.

many roads to choose
so often seeming wrong turns;
chosen more than once

but radical finds you travelling still
all along a road that chose you.

A child plays all along the shining path
silver shine, loves light;
So much stronger than steel.

You hit the road of memories
lived and relived
looking for an answer you could count on
an understanding true
wrapped in the healing of forgiveness
to move onward deep
all along the valley of death.

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

You can **** any insect and get away with ******
and they are the daily special on some menus around the World.
Cannibalism was quite popular, and in extreme cases is still practised, sometimes.
Dog is Mans best friend here, so the saying goes, and around the World they are on the Barbeque, washed down with beer.
They say the local Chinese restaurant captures the local cats and its cat in your takeaway, not beef or chicken, but I think that's just a made up slur.
I think given Mans extensive propensity to **** and eat just about anything, if life were found on Mars, it would soon be on the Menu on tables, all around the World.

all a sudden fifty three years have been and gone
i cannot remember the most of it
all those small everyday happenings making up the whole
the little worthwhile smiley happy times i have lived
what has been my contribution to a better world?
i do not know, but i will be told it in the next

Ancient truly fits the Spirit
tap in, log in , in faith
I believe. What do you believe.
Eternity resides here, now
depth of reality is a tremendous Truth
Awesome, fascinating, and scary
all at once

joined-up thinking
a poets curse
and blessing

Summer really is the carnival of all carnivals
until you shed skin and bone
give all flesh back to the stars
- and travel onward to the spirit world.

I watched the opening of forever in a Flower
found myself deep in her perfume
lost to all worldly concerns
a Bee and A Butterfly gave me a gentle welcome
and I, humbled by their greatness, lost myself,
deep in the reality of loves all encompassing embrace,
Yes, a Flower, Bee, and Butterfly, taught me
that forever is beautiful, and all beauty is free gratis.

The fragrance of your passing
seemed momentarily to dull the air
But really all bells were tolling
a celebration to a life well lived

To wrap up all your affairs
have your funeral booked
all bills settled
ready to board that boat
dressed in pink skin
a coin to pay the ferryman
with a final wave goodbye
no regrets no holding back
alone you must travel
like the day you were born.

Singers in the garden
join singers by the shore

all birds singing
in the forest

all birds singing
put poets to song

Singers in the garden
singers by the shore

Singers in the forest
lets be singers evermore

Misty
Truth
Refuses

The swirl, the turning of worlds
going round in circles

seemingly impotent to escape
the pull the push hemmed in

each tide each time mistake
on mistake oh so mistaken!

love holds no grudge
love is free from all but love!

Sea mist envelopes today
closes down sight and sound
a pure candle white out. You
breathe it in, a cold chill, but
not too cold to be uncomfortable.
I like these days, a spiritual
reminder; all by faith and
not by sight.

fragile as grass
gone in an instant;
the blinking of an eye.

all children are growing
it is not that you are getting shorter

and soon the world will be theirs
while you wonder about the years lived

the children have you for history lessons
and its no wonder they go their own way.

we move together with each wind blown cloud
breath the air of a thousand generations or more
wedged into our DNA with no escaping history
we make our plays, wait for fate, all chips down

you can crumple moments in your hand
set a thousand doves free from open palms
hold yourself take a risk vulnerable to love
your heart on the line taking a chance
to leave behind all closed doors and gates.

running to catch up with poems
streaming from beyond ken

tripping over meaning
rewrite that word again

spelling is a must
in a misspent life

all comes to pass
a graveyard in the end.

the deep interweave of life and death
a hearts jump at recognitions core
the freedom writ inside your skin
to be and to be again freshly made
the nymph and the dragon flame
across still waters of the calm sacred
sacredness of your pink flesh exposed
let the Sun and wind feel your aliveness
dance while the Universe looks on
and be not afraid to die and to live
in a breaths all consuming mellow fire.

love is mindblowing
so love

love revels and reveals itself
in bite size pieces

No Tiger roams these streets and silence rules where a Wolf once howled
only Man walks wild within his brothers good will
bestowing splendid mercy in a heart of live and let live
encompassing the Tiger and Wolf and all creatures other than himself.

Sustained on the trail of love
by love deep in the heart
on the road to finally arrive

the within the without
the providential heart
all distance brought close.

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