Recent Posts: Life is Returning
Leaders
Why are “things” like they are in the world today? The answer to this is simply that “things” are not as they are presented on the news. This is not to fall into conspiracy theories, it is simply to state the obvious fact that life is vast and events are limited. Try coming to your […]
Hell
Hell is separation Paradise is connection From and to One Source. Connection to other separated people Enlarges Hell, Connection to One Source Engineers Peace Manifests Paradise. This writing is in Paradise Unfailingly transmitting Peace As proof, for Hell demands proof. Hell seems to surround Paradise As surely as planets surround the Sun. Yet, surrounds are […]
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 […]
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The words start slowly The lubrication of my pen Seeps and oozes from The honeycombed cells Of my union with Her Letters dance in the Hall of love’s splendour The music of an orchestra Of souls wraps magically Around my … Continue reading
Second Christmas
The delicate work of Muse rendition When that word Rendition Has been usurped by the torture business Is as difficult now As it has always been. Making the invisible, visible. Being true. Sentenced by words that are Love’s sentience. She … Continue reading
Bemusing Inspiration
Beauty pierces A word goes even deeper than the opening glance Then nothing is ever the same Again Love meets in the unseen first: Musing, amusing, The in and ex halation Of a landing in my life, The firing of … Continue reading
