Who we are

who we are

fundamentally

wisps of time

etched out

across the layers of ether

wrapped in elemental glue that binds 

us all together

in its form

we are soldered together from stars

millions of weathered fragments of the universe

within 

each particle being yet another layer

upon the layers

that begin

we are shifting timelessly, endlessly between

worlds

colliding

abiding

weaving to and fro

within its wondrous web 

we are equators moving towards one another

motions

frequencies

played 

beyond what our ears can say

we are distant melodies dreamt

we are wild, unencumbered soul

as free as the wind

we are all these things

The time is now

canyons

deeply felt

ingrained in our perception of truth

lost caverns of regret

of youth

lost to the twilight

cradles of loss

bittersweet regrets

worn out hearts

beget

deeper realities

doors as vast as the elemental drum

elegant drops

in the ocean of being

place us in time

made

within the fabric of our mind

whilst the breath remains true

breathing liberates the flow

of the cosmos unto us

falling away of the debris

bewildered and afraid

we roam

out on the plains of our own being

faith glimmers in the starless sky

as we prepare

to fold the dream into now

Truth

where is there for us to go?

towards

away from

into 

beyond

each new dream leads us back to the old one

each memory evolves into its own knowing

we are the sacred water on which god sips

we are the cosmic breath 

of each new moment

love has us wrapped up so tightly in fear

that we have forgotten 

our own dreams

love is our mother

beyond word

beyond sight

beyond reason

there is nothing to separate you and i

from the wings of a butterfly

or the call of the wind

we are the rain

we are the sun

we are the light reflected on the still pond

we can evolve 

with a truth

upon this earth

we can listen

to the heart

for within

is all

 

Greenery

The lines we make

ripples upon the tide of knowing

here in this sweetness

of the dance 

towards

moving

dipping

in between each sequence

as silent reverie

Couer de lion

beats
the heavy drum

deep with the shelter of love

raindrops beat

upon the greenery of newness

upon the shoots that sprout their heads

above the glades 

of grass

beneath our feet

shake us from our fortitude

reverie of truth

find the secret hiding place

within

Spellbinder

daylight beckons

the tap of the crystal wave
upon

the phantom of the night

days drip as honey would

from the tips of the tongues

of those that should

know better

carrying 

the ancient ones across the shore

towards 

what we are destined for

do you know the sound of the soul

when it catches its breath

snaring its truth

from the spellbinders net

forever

at the seams

she sews these memories into her sticky voile

creates melody

from crimes

from the grimy depths

her protruding limbs

the hot wax you wore

on melted tin

grey compass bears us home

within its palm is fruit

fruit that bore us the sun

of rememberence

remember this

cruel dreamer

remember that once

we sang the glory of life

with fire in our souls

the truth be told

the truth be told

Spiked

He came upon me

silently

underneath the overgrowth

thicket and thorn

underneath the well worn shoots

of sorrow

i was born

lost in the silent womb of knowing

left of the field where the poppies grow

soldered together from candy tipped shards

of saline and dough

there beneath the whimsical treats

foraging around in the salvaged deep

I belong to the worm holes

and the deeper truths

that parade in their underwear

bearing their souls

to the first tips of the winter flow

the satellite show

the meteoric rise 

the ebb and the flow

the full on surprise

the game of chance

the dices are set

on a spin

for a quest

from the deep dark chasms of regret

blushing I came

into the dream of the day

blushing and seeping out glue

from the mended fragments of a once born heart

lover of yesterday 

grim illusory spiked through

the piece of me that bleeds dew

love lays wanting

on the edge of reason

carved by my own fair hand 

towards the sun

God speaks in...

God speaks in shadows reflected in light
god speaks as luminous trust from my hand to yours
god speaks in the murmur of goodbye and the joy of hello
god lives within this heart
the only heart that knows
god is neither me nor you
god is the glue in between us two
god is memory
god is seed
blown and scattered on the breeze

The ancestors and the cuckoo

 feather 

feigned
laid down to rest
where the mountain scrapes the snow from its brow

sorry wails of the dead

brought home to the heart 

of the cuckoos nest

portions of fear

parcelled long in their tongues

carefully unzipped breaches 

of song

these

 bleeding wounds 

 scavenging wolves that feast

upon this memory

evoke me to tell thee

that i love you...