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Tuesday, 23 September 2014

The Voyages of Brendan

Hazelnuts and Wisdom

How does the news of our sovereignty reach us?
A thousand miles away from home
in a tree hut on a golden dawned day.

or
Paired up pared down to two between towns on dusty road.

and
by what means
can we possibly know who messages are for
in what language and persuasion?
are they just words tumbling in no particular order
yet awkwardly organised in ways which
come together with
something of message
which, only half understood

and
yet it do burn within us
such that we have to let him out, see?
else we'd be bunged up with the flux
and choke to death on 'ee

Hear the quick note
fill up your lungs
and fly!


Wednesday, 17 September 2014

The Frog Prince


needing
transformation
helper found at well-side
promising what seems so simple
fulfilled

He was there not of his making and she there from her mother’s need.
He seized the opportunity, she promised.
The need was met.
Later came the time for reckoning.
Three denials and yet compliance at mother’s insistence.
Finally the revelation all’s well that ends well.
What’s it all about?
princes, frogs, mothers, daughters, wells, water and decapitation in order to live.
Paradox, unanswered questions abound ordinary reality is suspended in order to allow enchantment to take place upon life’s stage. 
Transformation and potentiality abounds.

Monday, 15 September 2014

Autumn Newnesses

Exciting times
new beginnings
story
sea/ land
seals
wisdom seekers
education
initiation
assimilation

years of seeking
questing come to this
story poem image book
stillness silence
prayerful peaceful
belonging

Saturday, 13 September 2014

Gentle Awareness



Said
I am the sustainer of life
breathing it (the universe)
into life
breath by breath
the story unfolds
refolds
until familiar 
creases hold 
the dust of me

Said
attracted to words
my moth wings
flit closer
risk singeing
death
for a life giving touch 
of life 
giving light
brought by wisdom

Said
change you know
resist we may
but instinct draws us 
ever deeper into 
misty mysterious
archaeology of water

Said
initiation
into stories
brings excitement
remembering
olden knowing 
before I knew.



Thursday, 4 September 2014

Unexpectedly



on an early autumn
morning

words cling to the mind

thickening

quickening
delighting in new found

freedoms
emerging from the insecure
landscape

threatening the vitals
somehow 

in ways partially unwelcomed
but at the same time
in 
awkward friendliness
and
familiarity