Monday, 27 April 2009


Navigate the darkness.

Edge your way forward, one sure foot in front of the other.

Eyes closed, you trust your inner light.

Immersed in feelings you have no need of sight.

Your inner navigation knows the route.

Intuition the compass of the soul.

Feel the direction, the magnetic pull on your primal instincts.

Trust the path, trust your gut, trust your self.

Keep walking.


Tuesday, 14 April 2009


Golden, I am golden,

a fiery sun burning with a never ending flame.

Red hot centre combusting.

Radiating outward,

wave after wave, fueled by a magnificent wind.

Whirling, blowing life into the feeding flames.

I am alight, radiant, glorious.

Raging heat, the nucleus of creation,

throw me down into your molten heart,

transform me in your crucible.

Forged in the white heat, to arise

a phoenix from your flame.

Base to precious,

lead to gold,



Sunday, 12 April 2009

My Skin's Too Tight

It don't feel right
My skin's too tight
Can no longer hide
What's on the inside
It's causing fear
The weather in here
I think this is it
My shell's gonna split

It don't feel right
My skin's too tight
Been singing my song
While playing along
Keeping it small
So I didn't fall
But I think this is it
My shell's gonna split

It don't feel right
My skin's too tight
Inside I feel vast
I've let go of the past
There's no more room
I just gotta bloom
I think this is it
My shell's gonna split

"I Dreamt I found two herons in a library, I gave them food and water
then woke up as I was about to take them outside."

I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung.-Tagore

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

A Moment Spent

from the anxious clock

No stopping the onward motion
one brief moment morphing endlessly
. . into the next
. and the next
and the next

It never ceases

You can not hold these moments
through your fingers

Snapshots of instances stored like photos
freeze framed - locked in our memory
pressed like dried flowers
in the pages of a book
the story
of our

Treasure the racing moments
for once spent
they are
and g o n e.

"We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand
- and melting like a snowflake." - Marie B. Ray
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