Poems

My poems have come from extraordinay passions. I suppose I am a passionate person. I cry, laugh, swear and feel pain and happiness all in the same breath. I find the life within me is hungry for experience in any form. So I have not avoided pain or the wonders of pleasure that have lifted me to the promised land. So here they all are – my poems – my life – my love in its may forms – and my visions of the highest.

This Day

I believe I was in hospital waiting for a prostate operation. In looking outof the window I felt the wonder of possibilites each day affords – and here is my reflection....More

The Way of Things

I am often overwhelmed by a feeling that flows into words – and so this poem. I listened and recorded what I heard....More

Wave On A Shoreless Sea

I am a wave on a shoreless sea. From no beginning I travel to no goal, Making my movements stillness. Constantly I am arriving And departing, Being born and dying. I am always with you […]...More

The Trackless Way

The trackless way is a term that can indicate the path of the person who seeks their Self. Here it is in images describing the path through the world, its churches, organisation and people, and at last falling into the abyss of bliss....More

The Snake

Although the title is The Snake, the poem is about an impressive dream I explored with a woman – Anon. What we uncovered was the awful of jealousy and anger of a wife who felt herself betrayed by her husband. Those feeling had taken on the shape of a poisonous snake and had bitten her....More

The Runt

My dog Vincent was a runt. He was mine from when he was a pup, So anxious that on our first walk He would only go a hundred yards From our house before he sat, And refused to go any further. Each day he would chance a bit more, Until he would follow me anywhere. He grew into a big dog, An Alsatian,...More

The Possible

A realisation that has become a part of the way I see the world is that behind our common and often troublesome life is infinite possibility. Te problem with that is how do we make it real. Well, we have to move toward it: If words were numbers, Lining up to form their different meanings, There’s ...More

The New Wine

Like a dream, the New Testament spells out enormous truths hidden in symbolic stories. They are not things founded on ‘religious’ beliefs, but self evident things you can experience. The new wine for instance is the collective experience of human life which is a constant background to our daily ...More

The Messiah

I found, on the long journey to my Self that I could stop blaming my situation on to others or life. Also I saw that we are fooling ourselves when we blame or look ‘to God or anything else but our own selves. After all, we are made in the image of the God or gods, the beliefs of denials we hold on...More

Meanwhile

In the last period of my life I have found an incredible peace. It is one that doesn’t go away....More

The Impossible

To a baby, walking and not wetting its pants is impossible, But with many a fall and accident it manages the unattainable. It is a god in its achievement. To talk, to fly heavier than air planes, To walk on the Moon, were all impossible. We challenge the impossible every day. Over and over we fall b...More

The High Pasture

I suppose I am lucky having had such a rich inner life. It is difficult to talk to people who do not share that richness of experience because there is so much I cannot tell them and be believed. But here is one such experience where I knew the timeless moment....More

The Glory

I often wonder when people tell me they do not believe in God, whether they are unable to feel deeply enough. And I am not talking about the God of churches, but of the glory around and within us. And here is a poem about one such glory I felt....More

The Deep Night

My daughter Helen told me that as a child she would feel a tremendous kinship with the night. So I wrote down what she told me, and here it is....More

The Dark Creature

Here is a view of life from a lonely man: I’m lonely despite the shadows Like fear that run by my side, I’m lonely despite the darkness, In which I am lost and can hide....More

The Dance

If you listen carefully enough, and humble enough to let Life live through you, you will dance. Not a dance you learn the moves to make, but a dance Life itself expresses in its spontaneous joy or pain. And when it dances it tells a story, usually about what created you, and what you can become....More
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