An Essex estuary walk Seagulls and Swans and smugglers innsSail boat rigging clinking in the cool breeze. the tide slowly going out To reveal the old Ford. Memorial benches, pointing to favourite views,remember beloved fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends. the people of importance. We sit and enjoy the cool. Then bring home some honey from Read more about River walk[…]
Rumithe first whirling saint of poetryspinning like a galaxyweaving constellations of wordslike blazing stars,numinous moons,planets with gardens blossomingand oceans floating in space. Rumithe first whirling saint of poetrytraversing the geographyof divine desire with longingstronger than the undertow of history. This presence ismysterious, like the silhouette of music,the circumference of a dream. When Rumi met Shamsthe Read more about Rumi[…]
“We are the mirror, as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.We are pain and what cures pain. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. Soul of the world, no life, nor world remain, no beautiful women and men longing. Only this ancient love circling the holy black Read more about Tasting Eternity[…]
I am made of magic. I am see-through sparkles I can walk on water. I can speak to dolphins. I can shapeshift and extend to the ends of the cosmos I can sing in harmony with the stars. I can do 50 consecutive backflips. In fact, I can fly. I can swim to the bottom Read more about I am made of magic[…]
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.Although I may try to describe love,when I experience it, I am speechless.Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless. My pen breaks, and the paper slips awayat Read more about The Dance[…]
I Knew We Would Be FriendsAs soon as you opened your mouth, And I heard your soft sounds,I knew we would be friends.The first time, dear pilgrim, I heard you laugh,I knew it would not take me long,To turn you back into GodBy Hafiz, Sufi poet There is a Vitality – Martha Graham There is a Read more about Resilience, Radiance, Rememberance[…]
The Gods beat you and beat you, turning brass into gold. They are messengers waking you up. to remember who you really are. Then you begin to let going of trying to control. and trust.You are the witnessing not the witness, And you can relax into it, it is your home. https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/ep-110-death-identity-and-the-heavenly-messengers/id923017416?i=1000474766595
Start Close In Start close in, don’t take the second step or the third, start with the first thing close in, the step you don’t want to take. Start with the ground you know, the pale ground beneath your feet, your own way to begin the conversation. Start with your own question, give up on Read more about A Road always beckoning – Start close in – David Whyte[…]
Never give from the depths of your well, But from the overflow