So long asleep
Within your mortal cloak
That binds and blinds
And will not face the truth…
Awaken, do not slip away.
turn your face lovingly
Accept the light.
The time is short
And truth now hangs in a cloudless sky.
Will you betray your origin?
Or will you rise?
Rise and meet the sky god,
Greet the Mother.
Accept your birthright
And shine on,
I feel an urge to live in the earth.
To bury myself in pine needles,
To clothe myself in leaves.
Berries and roots would feed me,
Dead, littered wood, warm me.
At night I would lie in the safe embrace of a hollow tree
And awaken to the birds calling.
I would drink pure water from a woodland stream
And be part of the seasons changing.
I would walk beneath the green trees
And have no fear of falling.
Wildlife would be my company,
Wild winds my music
And the stars my direction.
If I could pull the rich earth around me
Like a shroud
The journey would be over
And I would arrive,
Back at my beginning.
As the rain falls, people flee under cover.
Fearing contact with the life force.
Whilst flower, herb and tree bow their heads,
Saturated in reverence.
Letting their sins wash away with the eternal river.
But people – people clasp their guilt too tightly,
They fear the soft caress of summer rain
Will wash away their reason –
And the meaning that they have strived to build,
Will float away, forever.
In whom real time resides.
The pain and happiness of passing ages
The culmination of learning.
when the wind blows through your green-golden robes,
I hear you laughing at our seperateness,
And i hear you whisper
‘We are One’.
How I love the salt-wind chorus,
Be nearer that voice to me…
Of sweetly singing seraphim,
Flowing in upon the sea.
Ode To A Friend (for Jules)
My friend, you have travelled far,
In search of, or in flight from –
The pearl that lies within.
You return, shocked, dishevelled and shorn,
And talk of broken arrows.
But the light of truth lies in your eyes,
You have found what you were seeking.
The flame of compassion burns bright,
And for enlightenment’s sake –
The suffering exists as grace.