Echos of the past,
Chase peace away,
From an innocent heart,
Where pain creases the soul.

Flooding thoughts,
Of a make believe land,
Still believed,
But no longer trusted.

Understanding self,
To let go of illusion,
As I fall deeper and deeper,
Down the rabbit hole.

Things held dear to the mind,
No longer mean anything to the heart,
As I stand on different feet,
In a foreign land.

A sadness flood my body,
At the loss of self,
Loss of an idea,
Loss of a story.

Illusion shatters,
As the heart glides,
Higher and higher,
Into nothing but love.

I gaze up at the morning stars,
And the half crescent smiling moon,
Sun just below the horizon line,
Its hazy glow can already be seen.

Silhouetted trees sit at the brow of the hill,
As the hedgerows come to life,
The shadowed trees look windswept and weary,
Even though there's little breeze.

The birds begin their morning salute,
As I stretch and do mine,
The dawns about to break,
I feel humbled and honored for the time.

The sun peaks over the hills in front,
And for a moment it all melts away,
I squint and feel its caring warmth,
Earth's shifting shadows are at play.

The stars in the sky slowly fade,
I look to the dew dropped grass,
As it glistens in the sun,
Like a world turned upside down.

Millions of spiders cast their line,
Hoping to catch the morning breeze,
Hundreds of birds sing their song,
And not another human around but me.

A mission to live,
A life we've forgot,
In which is chosen,
And time, we are not.

It all just happens,
Like the butterflies wing,
As the spiders web,
Opens into greater things.

Colours collide,
As sounds come alive,
A garden of Eden,
So we can all thrive.

Thinking we're helpless,
Is simply just that,
A belief about self,
Which makes us feel flat.

The truth is wholeness,
We're all part of that,
No individuals,
So stop where you're at.

I sit and watch the world go by,
As the witness stares,
As the planet cries.

An opening reflection,
Into all that we are,
Is what's seen between us,
And seen from afar.

The truth is just,
With a mind that's not,
Creating illusions,
As we slowly lose the plot.

Writing chapters,
In the sand,
With the ever changing wind,
And an unsteady hand.

Pulling emotions,
Going this way and that,
As we drift in the ocean,
Taking stories from a hat.

I search for truth,
But feel I'm that,
Falling back into the witness,
I'm still here, just sat.

Probably floating,
Probably not,
Effortlessly moving,
Suddenly stopped.

Jumping forward,
Jumping back,
Comes a time,
We're off the track.

Dancing in darkness,
Dancing in light,
Duality in oneness,
Nothing to fight.

Pushing to pull,
Pushing to flee,
Running together,
Nothing to see.

Slowing knowing,
Not showing,
Movement growing,
Heart slowing.

Peace.....

An opening in space as the voice of self calls in the distance like a genie in a bottle,
Begging and whispering  for the stillness to prevail,
Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story,
And smiling when home is present and found.

An old clock begins to miss its beat,
As the chirping bird never misses hers,
A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given,
As the shadows dance with form.

One simple song  for all,
With a million threads all singing,
Then falling back and back again,
Into trueness and peace.

Vastness in an open door ,
Fear and excitment at stepping through,
Only to see a lone gatekeeper,
Welcoming all with open arms.

Searching and fumbling,
For a space in time,
Which can’t be found,
Shhh, don’t make a sound.

Tipping and turning,
Shifting and shaping,
Lifting then falling,
Hiding then breaking.


Only to know,
We hide and play,
Dancing shadows,
Light of day.


Drifting and flowing,
Stopping and showing,
Tripping then standing,
Slowing then growing.


Moving through,
Eye of a needle,
Gaining ground,
Silent sound.