Sunday, 2 July 2017

I am the child of light

I am the child of light.
Tenacious child!
Always there,
Present, constant like the sea,
Ebbing and flowing,
With the breath.

I am the child of light.
The fluid child!
Forever in flux,
Dissolving and re-assembling,
Foaming and reforming,
Marking each tide.

I am the child of light.
Starburst child!
Born of the galaxy,
Closer than a heart beat,
Loud as a thunder clap,
And softer than a rose.

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Spirit Music

I waited
And I'm waiting again.
And dreaming
As I did then
Long ago.

Far away I had
The same dream.
Now, it's a new day.
And, again you show me
A wisp of  reality.

But you play with my dreams
As you play with your music.
Making for me a lovely melody
That's lost on the wind
And forgotten

Thursday, 22 June 2017

The Sentient Quest

"Sentience" - the capacity to feel, perceive, or experience subjectively

The Thinker, Rodin

Figures across an expanse of snow,
Others, far down and hovering in the deep,
More, scanning screens for stars,
All hearing ancient echoes.
And on a quest
Started with sentience.

Somewhere out there,
Above, beneath or just further.
Maybe it's deep inside.
We seek forever.

Questing for truth or carrying it?
Outside, inside or hovering deep.
Awaiting the scanning,
Is there that cosmic echo?
So we shall quest
Perhaps, long passed sentience.

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

Solstice Chatter

"What times the Solstice?"
"It's tomorrow;" said triumphantly.
"No, I mean the exact time."
Now, I get that look.
And, of course I can't say why it matters.
But it does.
Perhaps the wheel turns faster?
No, there'd be trouble if it did.
There might be a shimmer in the air,
or maybe, a fluttering of leaves?
Anyway, the earth does know somehow.
I'm sure of it and I'm determined.
"What time is the Solstice, exactly?"

Thursday, 17 September 2015

Puzzle piece

that place
between spaces
where we meet
is all there ever was
you, me and time
not all
time and motion
motion and time
no more or less
just flow

Friday, 6 September 2013


Drive Time

An Afternoon,
Somewhere between autumn and winter,
And we are driving,
I don't know where.
I can't remember why.
Sometimes, we just started driving.
Was there a destination?
That piece of road,
Seen through the filtered sunlight,
Stays with me,
And I don't know why

Friday, 22 February 2013

Just Dancing

The music and the dance goes on
The breathless dance
Over in a heartbeat 
And eternal
All in one
And one in all of me!