Tuesday, 4 September 2018

A divine language

I have shed all the tears I could,
I have slept all the hours I could bare.

For your heart bleeds through the eyes,
pure divine translucent water,
a divine language of joy and suffering written upon our face.

And the sleep was not slept... it was the hiding away from this world,

And it was the trusting in oneself that made me wake up, 
it was knowing that this world was meant for me... 
and I for it. 

May your soul manifest itself and be projected to the world... 
May the authentic self be invulnerable in its vulnerability... 
May you sing the song you wish to sing...
   And dance.... And be happy!  

May your eyes smile with divinity... 

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Shadows of my turbulent mind

What sorrow could fall upon my Hope?
But the sword that pierced my Faith.
Tis the pain of Objectivity that took my
Desire to walk with God.
And in the Shadows of my turbulent mind,
Where Fear, Guilt and longing ruled my heart...
God walked with me through those days....

Tis was in those days in Memory,
That Faith was restored and Hope blossomed!

Tuesday, 17 July 2018

the little children

He sat upon a rock and his followers listened. "Children are an heritage from the divine, from the great mystery, from God."

Suddenly families brought their children to the teacher so their children would be blessed, but his followers rebuked the children as they came close. But the teacher knew, and with anger he turned to his followers and said "Why do you do such a horrid action, why cause suffering to the little children? These are divine creatures, we are to learn so much from their innocence, their truth and their honesty!" He took one in his arms and blessed him.

One of his followers asked, "Do children personify God?" And he turned to the child he blessed and smiled. He then turned to the follower who asked the question and said "You are wise my friend, take on the virtues of the child and you will know what the Kingdom of God is."

And the children left with their families and he smiled and said "Do not hurt any little ones, for their being bares the image of the divine."

Friday, 6 July 2018

did you...

Did you think that your objective,
  your heart's desire, was out of place?
Did you think that the best advise
  was to do what everyone else does?
Did you think..... and was squashed by your own timidity and doubt?

Where and have you been created by the slothiness of the failure of others?
Where and have you designed by fear of those who don't, can't or not know how to oppose?

Hold your own and rejoice in your failure.
Your failure.
Your Soul is craving to be! To be projected into the world, the universe...

It is better to have cried than to stir through a broken window of your dreams. 

I won't be the first and I won't be the last,
Do not be shamed, because it is your failure.

Wednesday, 4 July 2018

Going to be a Father

What is this about? It's everything.

I'm reaching half a century and I'm going to be a Dad for the first time. We found out that he is a Boy... a boy...

The miracle that was occurring is unseen... unknowing at first.
The miracle of life on earth... every spiritual being walking by is a miracle.
Each coming into existence, fate, destiny, chance, serendipity, accident, luck, the dice are thrown...

and we live with what is given to us.

and others live with their choice...

and we are ready, a Mother is born into the role? Her instincts natural, intuned with the life that is dwelling within her existence, he, her son, preparing for the outside world.

I have to prepare my inner world, to be a patient Father... knowing the tiring late nights,
to be a messy Father... there is no escape to the mess they produce,
to be a fun Father... this won't be a problem!
to be a serious Father... hidden deep within - a preparing the path for our Son... a Loving Home, an Education, giving him the knowledge and tools to prepare for the world.

to be a fun Father... this won't be a problem... did I say that?
to tell stories, high adventures...
to tell stories, with puppets...
to tell stories, that will form him... for the path ahead of him is his alone. I will set the foundations...
we will run through the forests,
up and down the sand dunes,
swim in the waters,
and sing, dance and laugh!

to find the time... the most precious commodity I can give him.
to be the best I can be...

to know my son, to know him completely...

and I am only half the story... as the little boy grows in his Mother.

as his Mother begins her journey.

Saturday, 16 June 2018


Speaker of insight, tell me of anxiety?

I have often thought, why I was anxious in my youth and I know the answer...

Tell me?

I can tell you my story of anxieties and how they have faded over time, until one morning I gave up on them all, the narrative that wanted to govern me was released.


The voice that is geared to the external.. the easiess, the desires of the heart that lay outside of me.

And his arms stretched around him

But these externals

And his arms stretched around him

Are necessary...? 

There are somethings that are essential.  But it goes the other way. It is knowing what is essential.... essential for the internal. The deep side of the self that wishes to rest in stillness... and in that a silence we recognise the vibrations we send, the frequency that enable others to hear us, this is a  different listening....

Teach me how to listen differently?

Listening, is a language in itself... it is a language of God.

Teach me this language?

Indeed I will. The only lesson you will need to know is this......

And he took my hand, and placed my palm on my heart. And with his other he brushed my face and my eyes closed. I felt the warmth of his holding. His hand held upon mine and together I felt my beating heart. Together I felt his pulse in his hand. And there was a moment no words were spoken. There was a moment of unbrokenness...



And then I understood.

Thursday, 7 June 2018

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!
War is Not family entertainment,
we rejoice in our heroes as they valiantly return,
we mourn the fallen heroes as their carried from the plane,
and in the background, the industry of warfare profit...
and in the background, the elite raise a glass,
to those who fell - for a just war – and – they - smile….
In peace, man and woman delight in the world…
And when the propaganda machine blasts their trumpet… we fall sway to this foul and odious notion… that there are just wars.
And I say to you, peoples of the earth, there is no just war... there is only war. Sons and Daughters on both sides have fallen!
Fallen away and never to return to their parent’s arms!
Fallen to a political paradigm which is culturally ingrained into the consciousness of their being,
a political and social acceptability that suggests that the military has a right to go into schools, to advertise in the cinema, to stand outside jobcentres, to promote their evil in the city streets and steal our children… and that it is good to kill. It is good to wage war. It is good, because they say it is a just war?!
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to your full height. And say No, No, for you are human and over the waters, there is another human… and we have the right to live in peace!
Let go of this imbecilic pride of our military and hold onto our children, for we love them dearly… let us swear that you are worth your breeding and love your enemy. And you, yes you, show us here the love that resides in your being, let us swear that you are worthy to live and not to die for their cause… let us teach our children to live in peace. I see you, I see you standing with tears in your eyes, mourning the loss of your child, decorated with pieces of metal, I see you! The games afoot, follow your spirit, and upon this embrace, whisper, I am here for you, I will carry you, I will do you no harm….

A divine language

I have shed all the tears I could, I have slept all the hours I could bare. For your heart bleeds through the eyes, pure divine transluc...