Love comes
Surely as a heavenly eclipse
Over the rising tide's
laps and sweet shore licks
In the delicate way
that your mouth sips
In the smoothe and gentle curve
of your lips
Friday, 21 March 2008
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Argentina Glacier
Still aqua towers
have frozen time!
and in the stillness of these ice walls
Nature's power glows
Collosal towers
thick as earth, with
aeons passed
since your birth
Magnificent ice lake
wide and deep
into which
you winter-bathe and summer-seep
Collosal glacier,
your blue depths
hint at your age,
your memory.
The mountains cradle you
Either side,
Framing you
Picture perfect
The rainbows crown you, bless you.
In your presence, a nimble mind can only quieten.
Still itself.
To really be present to the primordial nature of your being.
Quiet now, with the glacier.
I can hear its breath.
Its totality.
Like a sleeping mountain giant
Struck by the gods
It stays here
Hiding, sleeping.
Nursed by the mountains.
Given life by the snow.
An odd deity of nature, created
by Patagonia’s freezing breath/blow
To behold you is to behold the alpha and omega
Where life started and ends.
Like outer space,
it bends one’s perception back to the primal.
Here
The power of nature's Source
Is stark and
confronting.
Sunday, 23 September 2007
If I could
If I could
take you forever
I would.
Your hand in mine,
your heart in mine
If we could
run away together
I would.
Your lips on mine
Your life with mine
If I could
love you wholeheartedly
till the heavens opened,
My longing
quelled by yours,
I would.
Two dancers
twisting to one breath
but with one hesitation
- an identity's fear of death
If I could
give you my all,
what would be left?
take you forever
I would.
Your hand in mine,
your heart in mine
If we could
run away together
I would.
Your lips on mine
Your life with mine
If I could
love you wholeheartedly
till the heavens opened,
My longing
quelled by yours,
I would.
Two dancers
twisting to one breath
but with one hesitation
- an identity's fear of death
If I could
give you my all,
what would be left?
Observing people on the tube
Sunday, 26 August 2007
In your eyes
Saturday, 14 July 2007
New Life
New life can be scary
As you step up to a new mark
New life, new birth, born
open-eyed & body-stark
New life is amazing
and scary too,
never know if you don’t try
so come on, what else you gonna do?
New life is transforming
like a moth to the sky.
Butterflies see beautiful things
Now its time for us to open our eyes
'Cos our environment is vibrating
on many levels beyond sight
and they hold wisdom
beyond modern day awareness - a dimming of the light.
In the source of your own longing,
is the fibre of all life,
all that seems so far
and separate
is not really.
Crazy, but true.
Theres a little bit of nearly
everything (plant-life, insect, animal and me)
in you.
An earth-angel showed me this,
And other things too.
Blessed for four hours in her emerald green kiss,
And I still feel her by my side, when I ask her to,
her hint of bliss
answering my prayers.
So cool to know I’m not alone,
that the universe actually cares.
And now, in new life I walk
an unknown path.
With the light of awareness I pray
for guidance; her light laugh
by my ear;
her hand on my shoulder;
her love where there’s fear; and
her warmth, when life feels colder.
Thursday, 5 July 2007
In crises our nature is revealed
The frailty of humanity,
seeing you lying there.
Knocked down off of your scooter
to the road,
the vulnerability of a human life
layed bear.
The police woman is by your side now.
Kneeling over you.
Her hand in yours.
Whispering hope and courage into your ear
Whispering words
only angels speak.
In crises, the beauty of
human fragility
and human kindness
is revealed.
Only drips in the eyes hint
at the well that
has been struck
within me.
Well of humility.
seeing you lying there.
Knocked down off of your scooter
to the road,
the vulnerability of a human life
layed bear.
The police woman is by your side now.
Kneeling over you.
Her hand in yours.
Whispering hope and courage into your ear
Whispering words
only angels speak.
In crises, the beauty of
human fragility
and human kindness
is revealed.
Only drips in the eyes hint
at the well that
has been struck
within me.
Well of humility.
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