Look at the sky and remember who you are.
It's positive and natural to be down,
how else could you know what up is?

The plants I bought in the market

Had nowhere to put them

I had this idea and then I forgot

In came little Dan

On a bright sunny day

Her face smeared red

She’d been out to play

Beaming she told me

She found them

Did they come back again?
Yes
I didn't see them then
I caught glimpses along the path
They herded me and the children and it took an hour to walk an hour round the field the other way
I saw his hound was taller than he who is not two, he is not two
Later then after many times calling out and sitting there at midnight and noon
Countless walks until I couldn't bear it
Every dog great or small was a mote besides that hound
Dragon backed and tall as trees
Then my sweet daughter wanted to take photos in the woods so we went.
I breathed that air
The wind began to rise
I saw her fear but knew they wouldn't take us
Knowing they watched.
I wept over the bits of branches left in days afterwards when her sister
Killed the tree with magic
But this day sweet daughter was shouting out that faces were on every tree
Eventually
Her blood had chilled.
We found ourselves upon the mound
I had to see my tree who when Jan and I laid down there rained upon us
His shouting that it only rained upon the tree and nowhere else
As he
Pulled on his shirt and I lay laughing at the rain upon my face.
She didn’t want to stay by then her camera full
I asked for one more of the tree.
It was there then I have it's image here
It was standing then
Later after sending the pictures and uploading, loading, looking
I gazed into the leaves that now are no more
And there in miniature I saw what I had seen before
Tiny monster, tiny craft
Inside a shining bubble in the high branches
That great and frightening playful hound no bigger than a gnat.
Huge and massive eye that like the sea when I was small had swallowed me.
Until I fought to stay, then set me free
A dimple on the midnight pool
That craft that shook the trees
A toy
Encapsulated
We could see it through
the lens and the lens and the lens
They bid farewell to me.

At least when my breath leaves the last
I know which way to go

I was in a dream I heard them singing
I walked through the walls of the yard outside
I followed and there they waited for me

The path was a little track 'tween banks of moorland high
Not desolate but filled with flowers
I stepped gently so I didn't disturb
Voices in sweet harmony

I joined in the song and they twinkled brown eyes
As I finished they all began to rise
I went with them along the little track
To a wide open space in the moonlight at last
Follow, follow

We danced, I jumped, my feet sank into springy snowgrass
It was fun we were laughing in lovely dark shadows
Deep ultramarine and stars then I left them at last
Found myself sleeping on hard stones birds chattered above
With a song in my heart of unconditional love
What a gift

I met a bee who carried a leaf.
It held it tight in it's little feet.
It skateboarded down from the sky to me.

Her orifice was where I entered sleep
From there emerging into experience
She has left before me
So I am wondering

In the no-self of pre-death
Being expanded and contracted

When that whisper of a wind comes to me across the garden,

When I see it rise like a twist in the air, from the distance,

I know that the friends of my childhood are still with me

I feel their love and the gate opens

Sweet darkness of the night where every sound is clear and even a tiny spark is bright.
In darkness there's no fear

Sweet darkness of the void where no emptiness presides and galaxies appear so close
In darkness all is near

Light that pains and burns feeds trees and scorches land in dryness where the sand is made
Where phantoms walk disguised

Light reveals the crimes and tears of creatures slaves for man In truth we need the light
To be despised

All moments
Ever lived
Are poems
Waiting
To
Be written

War is profit for some
It's loss for all.
There is catastrophe waiting
By remains of their wall

The web that we share
The warm nets enclosure
Of friendship and sharing
Is almost over

How blind in our friendship
Love and peace flowers
Mistakes in our sharing
Decay in the bower

We opened the door
Sharing to commerce
Internets over
We let in the worst

As the short summer night had passed me by
I went out to see the sun rise.
A bat flew by and a butterfly
The fairies shook the tree and a breeze whispered by
My sadness was soothed in it's sighs.

The song of morning's a wave
Rises and falls like the ocean
So high in it's frequency
All around perfect colossal chaotic harmony
Washed my spirit clean

The world is turned by the song of the birds

When meeting a creature of any size
If it's not the same species, look in it's eyes.
Feel it's thoughts as they flit through your mind.

If everything is in the mind,
Living thoughts materialise

Outside of time there was time
Outside of space there was space
Rolling out my scroll the other
Selecting access point
I pushing forwards, to see
The other tutted.
Inside the eye
In greyness I
Pushing inwards to know
I was ejected
To find my own way home.

As long as people who do accidentally
Stumble onto the absolute knowledge
That there are Others
Are ridiculed and attacked and injured
And made afraid to speak..
The rest of us are walking blind
In darkness.
Yes there are black holes
They reside in the psychosis of ignorance
Of the majority
Where precious experience is pulled inside and lost forever.

In time there was a moment when I saw god and loved
In time there was a moment when I saw the other and died
I walked in the otherness and in the grey formed again a world around us
I hope it isn't all my fault.

The patterns of earth
Like the patterns of a small fractal - part
Of Pi dimensional universe
And
Lots of patterns we haven't seen yet;

Like a field full of mist with dew
Spider webs in a misty field.

Under stars
Bat steals apples
In shadowed leaves

Not having you to hold,
I hope you're equally cold.

True love is always unconditional
Not possession of another being
It isn't ownership of property
There's either love or not no in between

True love is when you always love
Love is light that warms not hurts that sigh
Hormonal crave can't match the feeling
Of that belonging in another's eye

Whatever paths of mind you wander
That which you truly love will be within
Will travel with you never leaving
Warm you with fondness never pain

Here friends you know
My inner heart
Is yours

I can say here
What can be said
Nowhere

I can reveal
That which is not
Acceptable

We scream and smile
Our hearts reveal
Each other

No-one to judge
Or ridicule
Our secrets

Mother Earth is holding a child in her embrace
The child is unaware.
The child is watching as the world of safety crashes all around
And doesn't understand.
At that moment only Mother Earth cares for the child
And the child is unaware.

I heard a loud pelting of rain at the door
Like as if I had never heard rain fall before,
Curious then I had to go see
But no sense could I make of what waited for me
They were frogs in a circle, a mound and a heap
Dark damp shapes all squirming  and some of them leaped
I stood and I wondered then the lady next door
Came to see why I looked and she told me some more
“Where could they have come from?” I asked in surprise
“From up there, they come often” she raised up her eyes
And I saw that she meant they had come from the skies

I walk beneath the nameless stars their faces known to me
Knowing that where ere I dwell beside me they will be