Each concentration on Source
Each stillation dripped
from the distillation
of the boiling
of your whole being
actually One,
Is like a rose planted
In eternity.
Recent Posts: Life is Returning
It’s an urge to make clear
The plans of Man The hidden can Of worms Plying trades of war Implicating others Complicating that smothers Reasonable response Belittles ordinary concern, Until the urge to complain To make clear To be with plain Speaking To put the l into pain Erupts, ejaculates, Explodes through the contraception Of weasel wording, Willing to find the […]
The Last Sufi
The ‘last Sufi’ is a term as meaningless as the ‘first Sufi’. There has only ever been ‘one Sufi’. What could it mean then, this term the ‘last Sufi’? Perhaps I could invite you to look at this in terms of ‘inhabiting’ a place. Of being ‘in’ and ‘from’, rather than identifying ‘as’, a Sufi. […]
The Terror Of Disease
Over and over again, the official narrative post New York 2001, that has become globalised, is that terrorists threaten the fabric of the civilised world. The narrative is that terrorists have an agenda, that there is therefore organisation, for that is what an agenda is for, to organise unruly elements of a meeting. This narrative […]
There are more answers than questions
Answers are everywhere Look, look at the miracle Invited into your life by you Listen to the sound of breathing Last breath and first breath Repeating, repeating Heading you into the weather Steering you into desires Feeding your appetite Assuaging your hunters Yet, you never question You never ask So the answers cannot intrude They’re […]
Swirling mist and breaking light
Russian dolls of connectivity Swirling mist of One nativity The way things look Are not the only book To base your world upon. Rhyming’s easy Words appeasing When in fact they must now Make a stand. How? How to make sense Of what are clearly obscurantisms? Find a modern colossus, A massive world view that […]
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