Byzantine Bindings

Friday, 26 May 2017


treads softly now
takes nothing for granted
walking into futures freely

when watering
just water


Tuesday, 23 May 2017

The River

I forgot the river’s name
lagging behind the others
walking slowly now
unerring in step
grateful for every breath 
senses locked into automatic 
revealing something of the folly of it all

I forgot the river’s name
thankfully however it remembers mine 
and so I am enabled to gather fragments
memories of an uncertain past 
echoing down the years
tumbling into bed with myself
lost in the wonder of it all

I forgot the river’s name
faster flowing now
than is good for a body
but look 
the bank sustains the edges
holding up life in all its forms
gently now in darkened pools of light

I forgot the river's name
but dawn reflected light
sparkled clear as crystal 
bright as any sunlit dewdrop tear
on half forgotten pointed leaf
gently gathering 
mild morning magical mist

I forgot the river's name
was it childhood
walking back from school
paddling in new shoes
walking them dry home
wondering about transgressions 
even at that age of innocence

I forgot the river's name
sat upon the shore 
watching the others
splashing about all laughter
all light and connectedness
fearing nothing in those days
secure in her loving arms

I forgot the river's name
but not the blackberry redness
oozing in autumn’s loose grip
cobwebbed remembrances
never tasted so good back then
but then the world was younger
more disposed to smiling and laughter


Saturday, 13 May 2017

Book Review*

O’Rourke, B. (2010) Finding Your Hidden Treasure. London: Darton, Longman & Todd Ltd.

books come along
taking you by the hand
magically lead you to water 
you drink

there is no coercion
in "Finding Your Hidden Treasure"
the royal red carpet unrolls
enabling a path you always knew
to be covered in thickets of chaotic
because of hard won stories
others brought back
curiosity kept you
and now
sitting by the river
the highway

becoming no easier
but generously illumined by
a voice of authenticity
becomes crystal clear
invitingly desert smoothed
walk hand in hand a page or two
find yourself
comfortably alone
peacefully connected to everything
at last
even wanton fragments
find their place
necessary faults
in the landscape of soul

The last time I did a book review was "The Collins Pocket Guide to British Birds." That was back in 1962/3 I was at school and won a prize for it. This is my first book review since then so have a care.

Thursday, 11 May 2017

St Augustine

Your True Teacher

"Your true teacher 
will always be 
the teacher within. 
It is he who enables you to understand, 
in the depths of your being, 
the truth of what is said to you." *

*O’Rourke, B. (2010) Finding Your Hidden Treasure. London: Darton,Longman & Todd Ltd p91

Monday, 8 May 2017

Waiting on Morning Prayer.

awareness dawned
just aware of being
hand in hand we walk together

I looked for God
everywhere else but here
he waited patiently at home
for me

awareness dawned
coming home to myself
ceasing all the strife and longing

nothing needed doing
just aware of being
is enough to see the picture

pilgrim father
greets the prodigal son
hand in hand we walk together

rewarded soul
nothing to do but wait
opening to the mystery

Friday, 5 May 2017

Three Masted Prayer

50 Words:
“Your mind is not your friend - God is.”

My mind is not my friend - God is.
these words do not come easy
yet they bring solace
mind is illusion
endless storehouse of past and present
attachment rejection
constant turmoil my mind is not my friend
God is
though I confess to little understanding
just now
it  rings true.

Second Mast:
Logic and reason
have been my friendly
rafts getting me thus far
round and round
nowhere substantial
simplicity abandoned
for certainty

I have made an island
of the raft
mistaking it for land
now it is time to erect
the sail of unknowing
driven by the breath of wind
to some other shore

compass in the hand of God
sailing the welcoming
wide eternal seascape
of my soul
sighting hope
in another story
exchanging sea for land.

letting things be
mind was never helpful
living in the present moment

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

I really need to stop trying

no progress made (nowhere to go)
no progress to be made
nothing to do but to listen

one day
in mind’s busy silence
raging torrents threaten the bank
watching the soil crumble away
attempting regular diligent return
get away down stream
still  waters run deeply
just beyond
surface calmly reflecting sun
dazzling brightness
lost wonder
burning senses
shiny insights rippled
across soulscape
one day

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Resolving Paradoxes


see what to do
reflecting on outcomes
somehow now in tune with rhythm

what do I do
having to make a choice
without access to all the facts

see what to do
walk into the future
reaching out into the darkness

doing something
reflecting on outcomes
seeing if it’s life enhancing

nothing changes
everything is different
somehow now in tune with rhythm

morning pages
opening windows wide
touched by something deep within me