Night air tease

The night air tease
of scattered sounds,
a voice a bark
a horn,
as all does gather,
on the breeze
of evening's
trailing shroud.

Wall of words

To feel the truth,
to know its worth,
beyond the wall
of words.

Evening's gift

The lake sucks air,
to spit the wind,
in slow and sensual
speech, which drifts
on skin and strokes
the mind as evening's
gentle gift.

Murdered feelings

Oil on Canvas, Dark Sky - Bright Earth, Roslyn Ross, 2012.


Within the closing moments
of murdered feelings day,
we sense for just an instant,
what they had tried to say.

You think you think

Lake Eyre, Oil on Canvas, 2012, Roslyn Ross

You think you think what you believe,
and yet it is not sure,
for what we think and do believe,
may be true opposites.

Cosmic circling

Within the cosmic circling
of who I think I am,
there is a world which can be born,
once I know who I am.
There's thinking and there's being,
there's knowing and demand,
as atoms whirl and dance through time,
in this molecular world.
In constant change and movement,
dynamically and sound,
the particles draw in and out,
to leave me as I am.
And yet the mind is master,
of unseen universe,
in micro and in macro;
where time begins and ends.
It needs a focussed consciousness,
to take the offered hand,
of our diffuse awareness,
so we, as Souls, may stand.
It's only in the dance of life,
for universe or me,
that we can ever find our place
in God's eternity.




N.B. I use the word God not in any religious sense but in the sense of the intelligent consciousness which is the foundation and formation of our world and everything in it.

When joy is near

Why is it that when joy is near,
some fear will rise to speak,
and suck the pleasure from the day,
as if the two are twins?
Perhaps they are as opposites,
along connecting lines,
for one will be at either side,
like two sides of a coin.
In symbiotic certainty they rise,
to grace the play,
of life's eternal rhythms;
as night becomes the day.