Questions and Answers

"Who are you?"
a pure question
"I am"
a simple answer

"Why are you here?"
a curious question
"To remember who I am"
a strong answer

"What time is it?"
a clear question
"The time is now"
an active answer

"What do you need?"
a searching question
"nothing I do not already have"
a soul filling answer

In praise of water

Water, strong unstoppable cyclic
It flows and gives always knowing its direction
Feeding restoring damp dark places
Sparkling dew drops of morning moisture
Womblike depths of abandonment
Icy effortless gliding support
Thirst quenching soul of all life
Streams moving, moving down to calmness
the spirit seeks the same

Winter shedding a tear

White and so pure
spring is in the air
winter the bulbs endure
joy in life they share

As days grow longer
snowdrops appear
growing stronger
winter shedding a tear

The new season delighted
as the bell flowers show
the first signs of life sighted
against the melting spring snow

Inside outside

What we see of others all depends
on what we really want to see
Do we look deep and try to understand
the depths of other's souls
Do we care to do more than scratch
the surface of their skin?

We may complain when people
do not understand our needs
but what we expect is mind readers
we give nothing away and our outside
is only the picture of what we want to show

sometimes cracks open up really
showing glimpses of what is beneath
hot glowing embers of anger
or cold dark recesses of pain and hurt
wounds unhealed raw and pink inside
quickly hidden again from view

inside and outside representations
when they are different it's dangerous
and conflict ensues
explosions of molten emotion
or the corruption of infected wounds
draining energy and life
both ways leading to strife

when the outside
is a reflection of the inside
a balance is restored
a gentle strength governs
harmony and peace
open and visible to all
no need to disguise
a wonderful surprise
to meet people who
acheive this delightful poise
free from all that internal noise

Dark corners

So many have dark corners in their mind
Difficult to clean and the truth hard to find
always a bit dark there shadows and dust
but dealing with them though is a must

Corners are not found in the natural world
curves and rounds spring has unfurled
nooks and crannies can always be found
but nature's beauty and peace abound

Circles and arches are what we need
round shapes from corners are freed
clean and smooth no places to hide
the mind fully open and on our side

Sweeping Leaves

Picture this in a garden near by
people doing things, curious things
So curious they make you sigh
they battle nature with a view to win

A windy autumn afternoon
people sweeping piles of leaves
swirling leaves soon re-strewn
whispers of mirth upon the air

Sweeping leaves in a gale
A modern trend for man
Older folk tell the tale
"You sweep when you can"

Find yourself

Without knowing yourself
life is a set of chance meetings
you think you like
people and places
How are you to judge?
Who are you to judge?
on what foundations
are you deciding
ultimately lonesome
and unsure, luck
and unsteady
instinct prevail
head driving on

If you find your self
the real journey begins
each meeting whether
of person or place
is truly viewed and
honestly appraised
deep and solid
all things flow
from the heart

Demon Drink

You can hide in the corner
but i can see you
You can curl up and shiver
but i can see you

Have another drink you're a bloke
have a good laugh crack a joke
be the centre of attention

feel the warmth and the joy
It is a well tested ploy
play at being someone else

find your soul
and let go

HEY I can see you

Be free of normal constraints
generally no real complaints

have a laugh
maybe barf

BUT

whats wrong with letting your hair down
why do friends begin to frown

its not a problem i am having fun
i am not trying to run
from who I AM
waking wondering who AM I?

I don't give a damn what you think
I'll throw up in the sink
IF I WANT TO

I don't care about you
i am just having a few
to find my TRUE self
not wanting to be left on the shelf

I can see YOU trying to hide

Truth dissolves as the glasses empty
the real you lost to pints, plenty
of the reasons for drinking
have no real meaning

the soul cowers and cries
conscious of all the lies
and pretence wasted time
life lost that's the crime

Here be monsters

A map with scary bits

We all see the world in different ways
Our distant peaks and broad valleys
Coastlines with sheltered bays
jagged cliffs and distant lands

Our journey across our map
starts at birth with no compass
and life throws up some gaps
of shadows and darkness

We look in but are not so keen
preferring to tread on familiar ground
fearing the unknown or bits part seen
signs saying "Here be monsters"

Age takes us forward and the map unfolds
we gain strength and are curious
We are less afraid of what the voids hold
so we turn our light into the blanks

As we reveal the hidden truth
Our territory makes more sense
we are then the living proof
that full knowledge is completeness

Are we lonely?

What is lonely when said and done?
we are born into to bodies one by one
our souls take shape as time goes by
we crawl and walk and want to fly

we meet more souls on our path
we seek joy and want to laugh
our identity and uniqueness
actually perhaps our weakness

We are all of one flesh and bone
and dust to dust when we are gone
How does loneliness appear?
Is it because we hold life so dear?

A little piece

I can see him there
In the blue room
Gentle and kind,
a winning smile
wavy hair
he is close
the light is on late
and i know I am safe

I can hear him
his deep rich voice
resonanting with love
telling me a secret
"such a little piece my love
but the strongest"
words near the end but
so precious to me now
so close to my heart

Now I can feel him
his warm soft cheek
brushing next to mine
his arms wrapping me
up in his protection
swarthy arms
my rock my father

I can hear my mothers voice
she is saying something too
I need to listen carefully
and understand her secret
that she needs to give me
so that I can hold that
close to my heart for her

Reconnection

Alone in the world?
no only lost
but at what cost
the world waits as it
always does

swirling mists surround
a shallow dish edged
in darkness and uncertainty
self - centred at the eye
dark black angular
small, distant and dimly lit

A rug pulled sharply
left that you stuck there
boxed closed and encased
hiding the truth
the love within

looking before
you were bright
you were there
smiling and seeing smiles
alive living
life available
adventures ahead

the black box lid cracks open
entrapped love seeping out
the resources freeing the hinge
light disapating the mist.

Below the swirl
less hidden from view
the view of life as before
and as it can be
gentle light friendly
and together in heart
and there with love.

Silence and power

"Hello there"

"YES" comes the reply

"We need to talk
there are things to sort
theres lots I feel and
I want to share"

"Are you there?"
"Hey please are you there?"

"I need to hear things from you
I need to hear your voice"

"Are you there?"
"Hey please are you there?"

I cant deal with this silence
Hey do you hear me
I need your help

We need to resolve feelings
We need to finish thoughts

"How can we do this all one way"
We can't
I can't

"Oh God, what
Tell me please
Please OK OK, its OK
I did not mean what I said

"WELL THAT IS GOOD, BYE"

Slience, deafening silence

a whirl pool
of space
sucking in
the mind
blank
unresolved
scared
falling

Sunshine rising

Sunshine Rising

Please do

yourself a small favour
as you favour the world every day
Go and look in the mirror square on
draw in a deep breath and smile one of those warm

winning smiles the observe the sunshine that lights up
your eyes and see for yourself the joy and light it brings into the world

A request to all - waking up to the joy within