A spark in a heart,
Total creation in the moment,
At ease in the space,
Fading away, open, innocence.

A dance of energy from within,
Which chases illusion,
Now ceases,
And stops chasing itself.

A creator steps forwards,
Known to self but no other,
Not yet seen by a world,
Who’s eyes are looking outwards.

Everything shines,
in the total presence,
of itself,
Forever.

A flash of insight,
A smile from no-one,
A joy for no-thing,
A love for one.

Once a thought,
Through which was seen,
A dance of life,
Clear, crisp and clean.

Shape and movement,
Colour and light,
Stillness breathing, heart beating,
Endless love and a shining light.

Only to be human,
But still to know your worth,
Let go then you may know,
The song to which you stir.

Graciously humble,
Honored to know,
The love is the stillness,
The tear is the show.

The play of thought,
In an open mind,
Is a babbling brook,
In an endless sky.

An essence to be lost,
Only to be found,
Hidden in the depths,
Of a person Earth bound.

Coming together,
Pushing away,
Infinite laughter,
At the game as it's played.

It starts as one,
But soon it's two,
Only to be realized,
The end is not true.

We wait for a moment,
In the truth that we are,
No shadows on the ground,
And a mind full of stars.

The call is heard,
A world stirs,
Waking from its slumber,
To which was written,
A child of the Earth,
Brought from the light.

The energy rising,
To a place beyond the senses,
A place for the sacred,
A reprieve from the rest.

Knowing is known,
Felt from a place a peace,
To which we all go,
And to which we're all free.

Many become one,
In the light of day,
To forge in stone,
What was written,
From a heart once lost,
To a soul now found.

Walking in the darkness,
Until realizing your the light,
Hiding in the shadows,
The play can be a fright.

Limitless apart from I,
Where we become so lost,
Chasing who we think we are,
Through a life  that has no cost.

Play a different tune today,
One to set us free,
We are all an instrument of the one,
This truth a child can see.

Only to reflect on self,
Will the knowing come to light,
Yesterday's a memory,
Tomorrow's out of sight.

The primary tool of function,
Makes us sick, unloved and shy,
It's all created in the mind, up there,
But a shadow trained over time.

Seeing past the illusion,
Knowing there's more there,
Balancing on a tipping point,
Which way, we only stare.

Gently moving with the flow,
No fight, no judge, no seams,
It's all about the ride right now,
How rich we all shall be.

A struggle in a bubble,
A contraction of oneself,
Hopelessly devoted,
To the confines of a shelf.

Longing for a answer,
To a question already known,
All the pieces are in play,
Balanced but not alone.

Fields full of flowers,
Opening to greet the sun,
Are we that different,
A child of light from just one.

Fighting what will be,
Fighting what we are,
I'm climbing off the shelf right now,
To become that shining star.

"Pop" goes the bubble.........

The tides in,
A sun setting,
On warm sand,
With birds singing.

No more confusion,
Just a simple heart,
For which is seen,
A work of art.

Not seen by a mind,
Only felt by the one,
Stillness in a moment,
Silenced from the sun.

The sky breaths,
With a whispering wind,
With a sun that's set,
On an ocean filled with stars.

Purity in the moment,
Stillness of oneself,
A very telling story,
Of a lover and itself.

The engine starts,
As I step from my bed,
A petrol unknown,
A force in my head.

An unknown day,
Born to this world,
In which we sing,
And dance and swirl.

For this is the game,
And from which we must learn,
A light and a love,
and a flame that must burn.

The tune to some,
Seems to send them quite mad,
With a reflection of self,
In a thought that's gone bad.

Allowing things to pass,
As if gliding on ground,
Is a soul in a body,
What grace, what's found.

It's hidden in a mystery,
From which we must awake,
I climb out of the bed once more,
But this time I'm no fake.

"Be a man" we're told,
But to what does that involve,
It's confusing to make a mould,
From which we cannot evolve.

So does that mean.........

A hardened shell,
With anger for protection,
A showing stare,
With little affection,
A chip on the shoulder,
For an extra dimension,
A stiff upper lip,
Don't lose your grip,
A low muffled voice,
Talking of no choice,
Working all day,
To keep the family at bay,
Enough's not enough,
Getting money can be tough,
And at the end of the day,
We shout our cares away.

Or could it mean.........

A knowing soul,
With love for protection,
Softened eyes,
For care and affection,
Love in his heart,
Felt by an extra dimension,
A freedom in life,
Free from the strife,
A genuine voice,
And you have your choice,
When the day is done,
We all have our fun,
Money comes and money goes,
Love is enough, happiness grows,
And at the end of the day,
When all is said and done,
A mans what you want to be,
A lover, father and a son.

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.

Withdrawal of time,
From an outward world,
Stepping stones within,
Loosely paved to nothing.

A falling away of belief,
In time which was invested,
Battles won and lost,
The chessboard became congested.

What is right with wrong,
In a place where wrong is right,
The inbetween is grey,
Is it truely worth a fight.

A moment to which is held,
But yourself in your own hands,
The turning world of mind inside,
Conjure's shadows across the lands.

Taking out the hook of past,
While the fish of emotion squirms,
To throw it into the ocean deep,
Not to be buried with the worms.

I sit and find a peaceful place,
In which I disappear,
Only to realise wherever I go,
I'm always simply here.

A ***** in one's armour,
Of a self once believed,
Is a space in the night,
Where everything's achieved.

Moving through the darkness,
Falling out of self,
Being who I thought I was,
Is never good for health.

Calling to the Phoenix,
As the ashes cloud the mind,
An eye that fills with water,
And a heart that starts to find.

Dropping to the space inside,
As the ashes settle down,
Is the knowing of a child,
But no actions of the clown.

Moving through the light of day,
As seeds being to grow,
Is the rising of the Phoenix,
To what I've always known.

A hidden door,
Within ones mind,
Is open to be lost,
Within oneself we do find,
A place in which has no bind.

Falling through a memory,
To a place which time forgot,
Is an innocence and beauty,
Of which we were never not.

Searching for what is endless,
In the endless search for self,
Is a space, a gap, a void, a crack,
In which there's no turning back.

Falling through the thoughts of life,
Like a never-ending book,
The beliefs of who we think we are,
But its never how it looks.

Always reading before and after,
Never the page we're on,
Skipping to a future chapter,
Lost to what has gone.

Blank page,
Pen moving,
Not knowing,
Heart showing.

I sit down on the soft grass and look around at the last memories of winter,
I breathe in the beauty of the moment and know spring is on its way,
I watch the long grass bend and submit to the cold wind,
Could things be anymore perfect in this moment, no change is needed for that.

I stare into the distance and can see the sea glistening and dancing with the sun,
I lay down to get out of the wind and watch clouds moving silently,
They pass over, under and through each other with ease,
The sun breaks through the clouds over me, I close my eyes and smile.

I pull my coat tight against myself as I stand,
I walk into the wind allowing it to blow my thoughts away,
There's a crisp noise as I walk on last years leaves but know they'll be back,
Everything goes together so well in moments like these.

As I walk I feel myself lighten on the ground and begin to glide,
I walk alone but know that's never really the case,
I feel my surroundings and feel complete and at home,
Presence surrounds me and I feel once again comforted.

I hear a family of horses before I see their beauty,
They run, dance and play at the amazement of life,
I feel like joining them but I can feel their excitement from where I watch,
I sit again and allow things to simply be.

They move into the distance but I thank them for their grace,
I continue with my journey with no real destination or meaning,
I know these times are pure and nature will always be ready to show me that,
I become grateful for life and the fact that I am part of it.