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In Awe

Dear Two Armed Form   What do we do with all this?   We bear it with tears and laughter, With wonder. We fly in it, Dive deep, Come up gasping for more.   We […]...More


Thursday in Australia

I came down the stairs, wood bare and talking their talk with my sandals as I took each step.  And I went into the kitchen, cool now as the sun has gone from its windows. […]...More


It’s For You

Magic moments when you hear the bell ring thousands of miles away on the telephone. Then your lover answered. What thrill!...More


Knowing You Knowing Me

When you have loved someone and been with them day after day, and then they asked you if I know them - here is my reply...More


The Monster

I am telling you son, There are monsters about. And I am not saying this To give you bad dreams at night. ...More


Unexpected Light

The toilet was looking beautiful and alive; So soft and rounded In its lovely curves. And it was calling me, In its own gentle Peach coloured way. “Please use me and flush me,” It said. And I understood, This was its whole rich life....More


Dark Night

In this dark night, I dreamt a dream. And in that dream, I saw a church, Built with a chapel Of the opened crocus. And I knew it spoke of Sexual love, That lifted up The river of Life Beyond its usual borders....More


The Horse that Loved Me

I danced with my woman on the sloping roof of the barn. Twirling and laughing together under the bright moon. Close in the warm night — And the horse that loved us longed to dance with us, To share our human joy....More


The Swimmer

Unknown to myself I am the swimmer. Music I do not hear Moves me toward The sea I do no know. For I am the music – Each movement A beat Each swift turn A passage In the flow of life....More


Temple of the Animals

I travelled deep into the wooded mind of remembered things, into the jungled heart of forgotten faiths. And there in buried strata of memories, I stumbled into a grand temple, alive and watching, weighing me....More


Strange Bird

A dry hot wind was blowing. Blowing away the dark and the wet. Blowing the sadness from the land, Calling away distinctions, Smoothing separations, With magic, making all Golden and yellow....More


Perfume Landscapes

I was walking home Past a winter flowering shrub When the vista opened Of perfume landscapes. Then I wandered along Streets of fragrance, Exploring the bread shop And made hungry as the Restaurant fanned its Aroma around me....More

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