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

the Goldfinches love the Sunflower hearts by far their favourite choice of seed
The Rock Doves, males dance around the grass trying to impress the females, their coo cooing mating song they never tire of singing.
The Sparrows arrive a big family tribe, they are the first to bring chicks to the feeders hanging from the Sycamores.
Greenfinch and Chaffinch, Blackcaps and Starlings along with Hoodie Crows and Barn Owls, Golden Eagles and Sea Eagles, and of course Geese and Curlew, Oyster Catcher, Puffin and all the varying Seagulls.....all come for feed, all with their favourite tastes.

sweet finesse from heart fully realised
journey undertook and accomplished

to have reached another beginning
the jump off to eternity

happiness found in peacefulness
sunworshiping yellow tulips and daffodils

Spring come again slaking thirst
blue sky blue sea, the cries of seagulls.

a song rises
your throat

a heart gift
in words

a shared space
beyond time.

with your nakedness exposed
dreams having nightmares

your sad sorry self surrounded
your accusers showing no mercy

characters haunting your nights
following every each step of escape

-you finally wake
to your own blindness.

uncovering of guilt
can take some doing

my blindness
needing opening

a dream of the night
where strange drama unfolds

coming face to face
eye to eye

the pain I caused
in my weakness.

having joined the queue
at point of conception

the counting down began
getting ever closer to the ending

and what is this end
if not the beginning

it has always been
a journey into the unknowing.

many look to the heavens
hoping for a sign

its true the Sun will
sometimes hide

but can god really ride clouds
or be beyond our skies

yes God is way beyond our minds
-thats why Jesu

- makes God so accessible
a man like you and I.

songs along the way
and singers abound

the woe of the world
is not for the child

the child is free
from forever to ever

no mortal grist
can wound love.

deep in the heart of things
complete stillness reigns

peacefulness of perpetual love
undiluted presence

yes love is a fortress
undisturbed completeness

pulsating heart
veins aglow

life coursing
through stars

a moon in the night
sings of lovers

feet planted
creation bounty

green grass
between toes

a spiritual
naked dance.

walking within the steps of giants
a well trodden road

a narrow path opening out
into eternal thoughts

mere dust and ashes
but what bright stars.

encouragement nailed to your hands
a wiser man than I confirmed this path
put their poetic heart-seal into my skin
gave acknowledgement in their walk
more than just words or songs, songs.

clouded by doubt
- curl up and die

fleeting life
-thoughts even quicker

change comes always
- always hang in there

though storms rage
-clear skies will return

now and again
and again now

sometimes you sing
sometimes its best

to keep listening
keep guard on your lips

but remember lips
are also for kissing.

Humbled, yes, a child
-a way of being
led by the hand.

within times weave
deep hearts

a time again
and again

we touch
we two

become one
become for-ever

I talk to the seeds in their watered egg boxes
all lined up on windowsills
ask if any would like to be born
-give assurance,  'its all free!'

immersed in nature
the great healer
-
a mothers love
for a child of the universe

impetus in wild places
became stronger each visit

-in the end
I just had to surrender to it

seek out a fulltime experience
-and here I am by the grace of I AM.

gifted a very time limited concentration
or conversley a very large capacity to daydream

time worn skin
reminds to be gentle
-gentle with oneself
and gentle with all others
forgiveness is a battle
to find humanity
where you least expect it
-hearts conundrum.

when you live in solitude
life is crammed full
-full to the brim and running over

nature goes deep
deeper than solitude
deeper than imagination.

birds fly the nest
to sing from their own tree

when caught in an unending snare
the long wait is called for

suddenly you are free
your freedom writ in every line

you found your tree
and the snare is broken.

our nights we are plunged in spangled black
-no street lamps here to dim the stars

you have to be careful
beware getting lost out there

bewitched, spellbound
a great wanting to be consumed.

my car is red
grass lush green
the sky blue
sea blue too
I wear black
or grey
-mostly.

small island life
blue in every direction
where sky comes down
to share breakfast and tea
with sea
and ocean

yellow bobbing heads
a waving tree newly budding
all the winter of waiting
a sprung spring of hearts desiring