Tuesday, 31 October 2017

I'm with you

And the divine breathed through us,
so that we may live!

The breath of God is still with us.

If we hold ourselves for a moment,
in the beauty of the natural world,
we can feel this divine breath throughout,
it caresses our being....
it touches our soul....
it whispers......................

And in the days of trouble,
the days of mental anxiety,
the days of financial burden,
the days of loss...the burden of grief and despair....
the lonely evenings when loneliness conquers all.

Where is God?

God gently resides,
an unseen presence...
hidden in silence and contemplation.
hidden in the twilight of our being.....

Let us find the presence that is eternal....

Breathe deeply......
and you will begin to recognize yourself again.
Breathe deeply and you will touch the divine in the stillness of your being.
You will then know...

God caresses our being....
God touches our soul....
God whispers every day to us.... in the deep breath you will hear the answer.



I had caught the essence of my dream,
stilling the anxiety in my turbulent heart.
It cured the lingering loneliness,
making me courageously full of my being.

The universe slowed and raced into eternity.
My shaking Mind!

My eyes filled with aching sorrow,
my heart pained by a timeless guilt.

I faltered!

The essence went with the North Wind.
The colours of twilight transformed my horizon.

And there was that centurion of the Imperial Order.
It's eyes aflame with falsity and convention,
Its sword frosted with the indiscriminate innocent souls,
warped on its shattered edges!

At its feet, she lay broken.
She that flows through all those with pure thoughts of truth!
Her blindfold in the wind.......

Clutching in her hand was my dream!

My hand reached hers and I spiraled into the twilight air!
The stars swirled and rotated into a robe of dreams.

Landing squarely before the Centurion,
Its blade fell upon me!

But my dreams are blade proof as it shattered it into stardust.
I plucked its fiery eyes with an intake of my breath
and I breathed her voice of truth,
then the Centurion melted like meteorites entering the atmosphere.

And within my clasped hand was my Everdream.

Thursday, 26 October 2017


I didn't know it was me, to be a lonely soul,
But I have always been the lone white wolf.
Finding myself in the night to make me whole,
Howling at the moon in despair..............

The cry heard across the plains of sorrow,
where my heart was laid bare and fractured.
The echo of my howl seeped across the tundra,
my head bowed low and I humbly find shelter.

The moon and stars is my blanket,
The ground a land controled by the others,
To have wings would be a monstrosity,
I pad away in shame and guilt....

They point and criticise....
The mark of something unholy.
For what is holy?
We all are?

Im alone here with all these people..

They will never know the path I walked,
Shaped by a darkness.

Her letter said when she died "Im sorry for your childhood.... you weren't supposed to be in our emotional war"

And so I don't know how to love....

phenomena & naumenal!


That's all we know.....that which is

as it is!

through our knowing, knowing through the senses.

The senses of our being, know.........assume to know!


We assume to know the phenomena.

But what of imagination?
That which resides within our deeper senses
That which is ready to pour from our senses
That which is formed in our being!
Is Imagination a sense of seeing? A deeper seeing?

What are phenomena?

The soul's creational heartbeat....... imagination.

Become aware of space and time.

We conjure the force, the naumenal, to our present time.
Brought together from that which we know little....if anything....ego will tell you different!

Do we limit ourselves to the outer-senses?


How do we sharpen the senses which are inward?
How do we perceive the phenomenal?

It is that which exists and changes in front of our senses..... we are phenomenal!

Thursday, 19 October 2017

a decision.......

O' God I stand before you and ask the universe to guide me,
I stand before the majesty of life to bring me to a conclusion,
to the conclusion that will begin those things that bring joy, tranquility, and adventure!
I stand before you with humility, openness, and reason in my being.
Let them stir my imagination.

Let myself be released from the things I believe are mine,
Let myself go from what I have created and made.... for all that I have done does not last forever.
Understand that we have no absolute control  - trying to hold onto it will cause despair,
I have a place in this world... but compared to others I am the same.
Let this ease my soul of desire.

Therefore, O' God!

I stand before you to guide me through the decision I have to make,
release me from permanence and ego!

And in the deep stillness of the night.... my Lord God come to me like a thief in the night,
I pray to the divine in the light of day... knowing the answer will wake with me.


Tuesday, 17 October 2017

The world is a stage!

You should never sacrifice: your family, your heart, or your dignity....... when we fall and we will. And there is no one around. Pick yourself up slowly and gently - no need to rush, you're already on the floor. Breathe in deeply when you do stand. Let it out with wonder, aspiration, and mutter to yourself "What the Hell!". Find yourself again...it will take time! We all get lost. We all lose sight of who we are. When you have sacrificed your family, your heart and your dignity.... it seems there is nothing left.... and perhaps there isn't. Just slowly build yourself up and hold onto what is important, to that which makes you feel good, to that which makes you laugh, hold onto that which makes you feel loved. Life isn't a rehearsal.... the world is our stage and we have no script. Make your story a good one. But don't worry, no one has the script.... 

We thought we had the script when we were young. Oh, how foolish we were. The gentle and harsh arrogance of youth. The winds of life are on the horizon and our innocent youthfulness will be knocked, shattered and crashed upon the rocks of truth. For the truth is harsh, we sometimes swim against it, blending in the conventional world. But the tide has other things for us. We struggle against it and when the final storm comes and our energy is reduced to naught. We flail against those rocks. alone on the beach.... our family and friends are gone because they don't know you anymore, our hearts are broken because our hearts have transformed, our dignity laughable.... because society is full of convention and dignity can be wrapped up in this.

But there you are, on the floor. Draped in exhaustion. Nearly drowned in denial. Doomed for a moment. Many nights will come to you.... dark nights of the soul will venture through your being. But first...... you must rise from the ground, rise from the pit of despair, rise from your mistakes, rise again.... rise again.... rise again.... for this is our duty, our way, our inspiration for others.... God will be with you; be audacious, bold and do! 'To do' is 'to Act'......throw away the script you believe you must follow!  

Friday, 13 October 2017

the loss of innocence

And what is innocence?

The purity of being?
The fulfillment of obedience?
Following the rules?

What parameters do we follow?

The authority who is our controlling guides?

was Innocence the loss of our connection to God?
Who said?
...............................a text over 2500 years old?

The world is in need of a guide to release us from our postmodern traditional theological construct!

Phew..... I'm glad I got that off my chest,

I stand upon a New Mount.
a new mount with a new way.


Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Hot Chocolate

The lady on the table had an attractive goblet,
the smell of its loveliness enticed me over.
To the bar, I went and ordered my Hot chocolate,
Jesus didn't have it this good at the Passover!

The barmaid said "I will bring it directly to you,"
with patience, the muses stirred for me to write this sonnet.
she brought the goblet as I was searching on Yahoo,
with delicacy and love she put forward my Hot chocolate!

This Goblet of Liquid Treasure was a thing of awe,
Both hands wrapped this as if they were in orbit.
And with measured pace, it poured down to the sound of "Ah"
Nothing in this world is as rich on a cold day than a Hot Chocolate!

The photograph was taken in Keith's, Lark Lane. 2017

Tuesday, 10 October 2017


There you have it!
Did Franco believe in freedom of the voting booth?
Was this Spain's dreary dreamy disillusion?
Did Franco believe in the dreams of the young and free?

When voices cry out for freedom,
when voices cry out for a different sovereignty,
when the fresh ink on parchment wishes to rewrite a new constitution!
Whose right is to oppress the voices of exploration and newness?

brave new worlds are born, like the coming together of a planet.
the supernova is about to happen......
and the beginning of new worlds will be created!
the beginning of a new way!
the beginning of the end of a broken system.

Its on the horizon!
Its There...........................you have it!

Friday, 6 October 2017

Gallant Knight

A gallant knight of Old,
Held his sword of souls.
He sat upon a rock of mold,
his armour cracked with holes.

Sorrowful eyes looked to the west,
behind him a field of horror.
No food or water will he digest,
only thoughts of being an explorer.

It came from behind, the enemy,
swallows knowing the final pierce!
all about ego and jealousy,
his breastplate shudders, the impact so fierce!

A gallant knight of Old,
drops his sword of souls.
He fell from the rock of mold,
his armour cracked with holes.

Tears fell from his blue aged eyes,
and held the assassin, with a smile.
"The truth will appear from your guise,
your actions are that of spoilt juvenile".

And he who left this world,
many will remember his good.
But for the few who came and curled,
around a campfire and cursed his sainthood!

Wide Blue Eyes Open

Clumsily she stares in wonder,
her smile affectionate and full of love.
She crawls with intrigue and curiosity,
her guardians of love embrace and play,

The guardians are touching God,
the purity of creation brought together in love.
The bundle of love and life has dreams to share,
she will sparkle with divinity.

We all sparkle with divinity.


Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Las Vegas

O' Spirit Divine, I rest with you....

I rest with you not to understand,
not to fathom the tragic day that will turn into a field of sorrow and loss.

But I rest with you.....

May you come to me in times of human tragedy,
and temper the unholy feelings of revenge!
The seeds of anger will begin to take root!
The tears of despair will flow freely!

The mindless violence that grows with oppression,
the actions lost to know one to blame!

Spirit Divine, O' God!......... rest with us for a while so we can embrace a world with kindness, compassion and Reason.

May every person drop the arms of war, change the ancient charter and embrace into a brave new world which they did so many years ago!


The Change

O God, give me the courage to do what my heart desires.
Not the desires of self preservation and filling ones passions.
But the desires to be noble and a step beyond goodness,
a step towards purity....

a step towards the inner child that lives freely.
That accepts without prejudice.
The innocence unfettered by the carrying pains of others.

Grant me the strength to persevere through the pain of others.
Grant me the wisdom to know my own pains.
Grant me the authority not to transmit these pains onto others.

Hear my prayer.

May the divine will of God touch my life with grace,
May I be awake to recognize the signs of grace that is in abundance.


The Landscape before the Veil

My hand slipped into her hand, held with fellowship and hope, that her soul will be lifted with the wings of love, and she will be united wi...