Life has no neat finales Though people may die or fall away No situation or relationship magically In a pleasant, or troubled place stagnates Where there is only One We see individual jigsaw pieces That can lock together, fall apart, Be lost, or broken too Whereas what we are Are varying wave forms That may run … Continue reading Poems: Ocean Waves
In playing the role of a parent, a caregiver, a supportive friend, a healer, a mentor and the like, one of the most delicate balances to achieve is that between ‘being’ and ‘doing’. The meaning of these oft used spiritual phrases are likely best understood through personal experience. Theory cannot restrain the empathy or impulse … Continue reading Are You Being Supportive Or Intrusive?
The freshness of the coming year is heralded well before its dawn. Transitions are rarely cataclysmic, overnight changes like the celebration of a 31st night would have us believe. More often, there are gradual shifts towards a tipping point, followed by an adjustment period of recalibration to a newer way of being. So for those of … Continue reading Preparing For The New (Year)
Love is unconditional. It has no beginning, nor end. It cannot be switched on or off Much as one may pretend. Relationships are a different thing There is a ‘you’, and ‘me’, and a ‘we’ there Either bridges are built together, Then sustained with attentive care, Or to neglected ruin they fall Unable to accommodate … Continue reading Poems: Bridging The Illusory Divide
Home. Such a precious word. Describing far more than a place. It is all the times and spaces You are at ease, safe. Where all blindfolds have been removed, Protective Kevlar set aside, Chuckles gurgle past the lips And tears need not hide Where fingers snap and feet tap To the beat of silent songs … Continue reading Poems: Homecoming
I am the guardian Of that part of you Which melts in sunshine Celebrates rain Burns in fire Bows, to the earth, And to the breath That all of life sustain The part that understands The whispers of the trees That hidden self which knows The language of birds, animals and bees I am the … Continue reading Poems: I Am Present