small stones#31 - Tears

In seas of ancient grieving


the tears flow long and fast,


a washing through of pain and loss


a cleansing of the past.


In watered, mournful honouring


they carry hopes and  dreams,


toward fresh-drawn realities;


the new beginnings seen.

small stones#30 - Relationships

We twist and turn within ourselves,

connect, reject, return as winding 


through relationships with others


and ourselves, we seek to find 


a settled place of being me and you.

small stones#29 - Demons

Demons dark draw strength from pain


and dress the vision coldly;

in tortured deep remembering,

they colour mind and thought.

small stones#28 - Whispered Child

I search inside myself and find


a broken, whispered child,


whose journey of becoming


brings pain and joy revealed.

small stones#27 - Words

The words we use

are not enough


to show us as we are,

but stand as sentinels 

of form to guard


both Self and Soul.

And yet it is beyond the Words


that we can truly find, and see


revealed the core of each;


unique and gently born.

small stones#26 - Shedding

serpentine slough  of bark-shed gum
revealing moon-soaked flesh in
pristine birth and shimmered wood,
of life once more undressed.

small stones#25 - I

There is the I that I can see


and then there is the me,


and there is the I that others see


and also there's the me.

There's who I am within myself

and that which others see,


and then there is the I that I


Think that I might be.


A cast of characters do live


within the I of Me and knowing


each and every one, the task


of being Me.

small stones#24 - Laughter

The lilt of laughter teases sweet,

delights through flesh and bone

and draws new smiles from all


who hear; true music of the soul.

small stones# 23 - Dreams

Within the dross and dregs of dreams

we find our hidden selves, as characters

and stories told of all that we may be.

small stones#22 - Rain

In drizzled dark becoming

the rain draws shades on day

and dresses earth with liquid

life that new birth will be made.

small stones#21 - Soul

The soul observes 

and waits to be

a part of all I am;

the heiros gamos brings

to birth a unity within.

small stones#20 - Forgotten

In slow forgotten moments

I cast myself in time,

and tell another story

of who and what I am.

small stones#19 - Remember

Remember what I said to you

and how you heard the words,

which were not as I sent them

but valid all the same?

small stones#18 - Time

We suddenly become aware

of here and now and then

we wonder where we were

before this Now began.

small stones#17 - Sand

Glimmering, drifting, shifting sand

birthed from ocean's mouth,

trims the hem of earth's hard dress

with glistening, shivering breath.

small stones#16 - Cape Point

Rising rock from ancient earth

birthed in ocean's foam,

bathed in mist and heaven's

breath;  Africa's southern point.

small stones#15 - Dew

Crystal beads of 

captured light  hold

to stem and leaf 

as morning's tears

melt into day,

releasing liquid night. 

small stones#14 - Peacock

Soft shuddering stretch 

bursts green and gold,

a shivering show of indigo;

a fanning forth of harmony,

to draw new futures close.

small stones#13 - Light

Shimmered dance of distant fire

births the world in light


and whispers life eternal

through sea and soil and time.

small stones#12 - Rose

Velvet rose in petalled curve,

born in crimson fall of bud

and blossom beauteous,

of scented, endless love.

small stone#6 - Remembering

Remembering is wandering
through moments etched
in time.
Remembering is wondering
through moments etched
in time.

smallstones#7 - Why

Why is the word which takes us far,

which draws us through and on,

with thoughts of things beyond the known,

with dreams of worlds beyond.

small stones#8 - You spoke

You spoke and with the words

I fell into a dream of life,

to know the heart and soul of you

to know my love divined.

small stones#11 - Angels dance

Angels dance invisibly

upon the flesh of life,

and whisper words

of comfort drawn from

starry, ancient breath.

small stones#10 - Misted world

Fresh misted morning world

awaits the drape of day,

and slow embrace of sun

to bring new form and shape.

small stones#9- This web of world

This web of world is woven

in twists and threads of time,

in fabric of complexity

it shawls eternal mind.

small stone #5 - A smile

A smile can wrap

a moment close

and hold it

through all time.

small stone #4 - Breath of light

Breath of light upon the edge,

sighs darkness into day;

slow shadows of remembering

as night begins to fade.

small stone#3 - Would, could, should.

It didn’t seem to be the way

that I had hoped it would,

for life had taken other paths,

than I had thought it should.

And yet those words of should

and would and even could suggest

that there is more at work in life

than I could ever guess.

Small Stone#2 - Age

In wrinkled soft forgetting

we fall into life's arms,

our destiny surrendering

to years which drift and pass.

July Small Stone #1 - Winter whispers coldly

Winter whispers coldly,

chill words of brittle night,

to seal in icy darkness,

the sun, the warmth, the light.