Thursday, January 3, 2019

The sea

It’s been a long time since the sea moved at all
but ask anyone and they’d say it’s not true
because there are waves and currents and tides
that make us believe it’s all as before.

But always beneath what appears as the norm
there’s a world unseen and not ever known
where the sea lives a life just like the shore
still and silent and unchangeable.

There was a time when the sea thought to be
a moving force with no settled view
but it learnt over time that there’s no escape
from the essential truth of its very own soul.

And that truth so at odds with expectations
forces the sea to go through the motions
but there in the depths it writes its own story
and immerses itself fully therein.

Spare a thought but please don’t be sad
because it’s just life that frightens the sea
out from the truth into ways of the world
to toss and turn like it knows to do.

The sea is happy but, yes, it prays
for the world one day to change its ways!

Thursday, December 20, 2018


She looked at the ground,
saw the seeds of heartache,
but thought they never would grow
so she turned away and proceeded to be
content with her own belief.

For many a year that carried her through
the trials of everyday life
but behind the scenes those seeds took root
and grew till they covered her whole landscape.

Yet still she believed she could walk through
unscathed to the green, green, grass
and so she tried one step at a time
until finally, finally, she gave up.

It took a long time for her to know
the full import of real heartache
but it hit with a force to slay the brave
and she stumbled and tripped right into it.

Like all gypsy’s do she arose and ran
to the safety of her own wagon
but, lo and behold, that heartache had stuck
and travelled right down to her core.

She cried for a time and bemoaned her fate
but she isn’t a gypsy for nothing
so she tried again in the sincere hope
that wagon wheels would trample the lot.

But do you know that to this day
no one has heard from or seen
that gypsy who thought to beat heartache
at it’s very own game?

I guess she must have simply died
trying and trying and trying again!

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Not a statue

She’s not a statue, no, she’s not
but just a woman in repose
contemplating life and love
and what the future holds.

It’s been a lifetime, more or less,
yet still there’s no results to show
except to say life veers and dips
and love simply comes and goes.

And so she moves; at last she does,
but muscles that once firm and strong
and thought to enter life full pace
now weak and slow and uninspired.

It’s hard to drag the unexplained
and all that can’t be understood
along the path she knows to take
unless the mind is jettisoned.

And so the mind takes to flight
and discovers in the atmosphere
all that’s missing in the world
and what will never be.

It could be true to say she’s now
a mindless woman just like me
walking, talking, laughing some,
and acting like the mind’s intact.

But she’s okay; you know she is,
because her heart still as made
guides and leads and navigates
through all of life’s pitfalls.

As for love, well, yes, it’s there
because when unconfined by mind
it blooms and grows like roses do
and beautifies the world!

Thursday, November 15, 2018

No wind

There’s no wind today but evil still blows
over the land like a tidal wave
and it lifts and scatters the foundations of life
to make humans behave in the strangest of ways.

Soon what is strange will turn into norms
practiced with vigour day in and day out
and perceived freedom will turn into chains
to secure one and all to instability.

There’ll be no place to land and believe
love prevails and kindness exists
and the caring that once enabled true growth
will simply be incomprehensible.

But we’re not there yet, not yet, not yet,
and so of the wind let it blow gratitude
and belief in the power to be like a tree
with roots sunk deep in goodness and grace.

Goodness and grace?  Can it be, can it be?
Oh, can it, can it, ever ere be?

Friday, November 2, 2018

Twisted world

It’s a twisted world that cannot be
straightened out by humankind
because the twist made firm and strong
simply cannot be undone
by the good and true.

They stress and strain, pull and tug,
and sweet talk till exhausted
but the twist simply smiles
and lives another day.

The twist elusive snakes its way
in no particular order
across the countries of the world
relentless in its quest.

Oh, yes, it ties us up in knots
and, yes, we turn this way/that
in attempts to be as once was made
but really it’s to no avail.

There is a secret, yes, there is
to resisting and indeed preventing
that twist from gaining ground
but I can’t tell you what to do.

If I could I’d simply say … pray.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Top of the mountain

She reached the top of the mountain
battered and bruised and somewhat confused
but she breathed the air of one quite relieved
to be where no man had ere been before.

She knew for a fact because pristine and clean
un-ravaged by greed and man’s mortal needs
and nowhere a sign of destructive measures
designed to lay waste to the pure innocent.

So she stayed for a time to pluck from the air
the strength to return to where she came from
and thought to pretend for a life time or more
still too weak to tackle the down.

But the down is the making of character
and the moulding of all she needs to be
to release the strength to face the unknown
and to finally know she did it, she did.

So she loaded her wagon with all that she was
and made her way down steep inclines
careful to not dislodge her resolve
to conquer the pitfalls of life.

And she sang the song all gypsies do
day and night all the way down
till back in the midst of humanity
she became the queen of all that she knows.

Thursday, October 11, 2018


Not a stone, boulder, rock,
but just a woman somewhat lost
in this world of love’s abandonment
perceived as paradise
by those with low ability
to see and feel the truth.

So confident they say to do
the opposite of love’s dictates
to not abandon or let go
what love has joined together.

“Turn around, turn around
and place that love inwards
to satisfy your own desires
and carefree join the pack.”

Some merit there but how to turn
when love walks straight and sure
and so she’s lost and yet she’s not
because she knows, has always known,
one cannot now or ever
unsubscribe from love!