Thursday, December 30, 2021
WHAT'S IN A NAME AND WHY DO WE NEED LABELS.
Sunday, November 7, 2021
When we let fear rule
One thing has become very clear in the time of Covid and that is, the most compliant are the most frightened.
Monday, October 18, 2021
Let this be a time
Let this be a time, when
you remember who you
hoped to be, and brought
together in mind, all the
best that you as a human
and your own unique self
could become. It is a sharp
and scrambling task, which
will drag you beyond the
known, through sad valleys,
across cold mountains, into
raging seas to breathe the
solemn air of hope, taste
the salted tang of freedom,
and set you a course to
the stars where being
resides, and beckons
always, even when dim
from fear and diluted
by lies: let this be a time
when you demand to
find the best of yourself,
knowing that no-one
else can complete such
a journey of becoming.
For it is yours and yours
alone, and is the diadem
which crowns your life,
if you reach out and
take it from the fates.
Saturday, October 16, 2021
When life hurts
When life hurts, which it so often
does, how do we find meaning and
purpose to go on? Is there not some
thing twisted in believing or needing
to believe, that pain can be positive,
that hurting can heal, that suffering
can be not just necessary but good?
In this dance of reason, rage and
grief, for all walk hand in hand
with pain, can we remember the
steps and remain faithful to their
execution, telling ourselves that
it is all, in its own way, beautiful?
And is there anything else to do,
or which can be done, to soften
the hard edges of life, to smooth
the jagged jaws of reality, so that
Thursday, September 9, 2021
Dreams in tatters
Dreams in tatters,
shard-shouldered on
dried earth; bright
broken moments as
night laughs deeply,
and whispers in the
remnants of stunted
teeth; surrendering.
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
Drowning
You were drowning and
I called you back to life.
Across time, space, echoes
of sodden wave and foam.
Holding on from far
distant dreams, but still
connected, even though
you did not know it. It
was only later, when you
told me the story of how
you had nearly died: were
pulled inexorably into the
salted suck of sea, that I
understood why I had
been holding on, drawing
you back to the light, to
yourself, to the world
and to me. For that is
the power of love when
it connects across time,
distance, fear, doubts,
delusion and dreams.
The screaming force
of ocean is nothing by
comparison, although
we forget that truth
constantly. And yet,
in the corridors of
night I heard you call,
even as your mouth was
swollen with the fury of
the sea; heard it dance
upon the edges of my
distant dreams, in slow
crusted whispers of
fear. That call across
eternity and space, was
heard, is always heard
even from your mute
silence; your angered
disconnection, for the
depths of love can
never be drowned by
fear, doubt, suspicion...
I heard you call and still
I hear you call.
Thursday, July 29, 2021
Wear a mask
WEAR A MASK.