Mother to all things
The earth breathed in and she breathed out,
Then she listened,
Long ages had passed since she knew this quiet,
Not stillness,
Not - nothing,
Just the gentleness of life – living
She could hear the sweet song of every bird,
She could hear the soft…
Down the misty hollow
by the old willow tree
there you will find
Nathaniel and me
The air smells of flowers
just breathe it and see
like long summer days
and the joy they can be
Running and laughing
so young and carefree
we were never unhappy
my Nathaniel and me
Ting
I can still hear that sound,
the ting of the tines of her fork
as it hit small stones as she worked the dark earth.
Those days when she went deep,
lost in digging the earth
and the world opened like a flower.
We lay on the earth
touched it and befriende…
1. Lectio Divina
Sit on the earth
with a grass cushion -
and practise lectio divina
turn the pages
of an old book,
slowly.
Pause, then read
the effortless writing
of wild grasses on the wind.
2. Communion
Thrush falls to earth
in the gale force w…
The Howe of Fife
The Howe lies driech and grey
sodden to its very bones
a low-land... once an inland sea
the memories of that time keep surfacing
pooling in the farmer's fields and causing him to curse
The wild grey Geese are here
ever wary as they feed they rise as I approach
wave and…
I can hear a starling
I can hear a starling
calling for his darling -
a singing in a tree,
a singing for his mate.
True melodies are wild and free
and multiple as fate.
He sings a song,
a song for you,
to make a wish,
a wish come true.
I can hear a starli…
MACAQUE
I am beggar.
I am tramp.
I am hobo.
I am scamp.
I am sight.
I am sound.
I am dancer.
I am bound.
I am hatted.
I am masked.
I am suited.
I am trained.
I am hidden.
I am beaten.
I am starved.
I am…
WHEN SPIRIT SPEAKS
I walked along a grassy track, contained on either side, by walls that held & guided me, towards my own way back.
I thought there was an opening, at the other end, that would take me to a garden, just around the bend.
I arrived to find no opening…
Precipitating a Grievance
May 2022
Dear Sir or Madam,
I’d like to complain.
I bought this umbrella, to use in the rain,
allowing me freedom…
The Adriatic Sea washes into St. Marks Basilica,
it's marble columns which once symbolised Venetian power
for a millennium are crumbling away.
The outback towns of Boggabilia and Goondiwindi could be soon
abandoned as river systems face collapse.
The scale and intensity of bush fires …
A tartan shawl is spread across the
jagged tangle of storm-cast autumn twigs and
bulging chestnut husks.
We sit, and then each adult produces their contribution;
a little cheese,
some oatcakes,
a bottle of red wine,
ora…
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