Dream scape

I tied myself in knots

Caught in a maelstrom of clumsy thoughts

The headlines of other people’s ideas

merging with the unwieldy grammar of my oscillating beliefs

As sleep comes may I be gentle in my dreams 

Let the lucid self surge in an up swell of consciousness 

step towards gentleness

Take me on a tour of the milk beech wood
Swimming in deep caverns of compassion

until the tranquil dawn

In dream land the unknown shadow will reign 

Bubbling out of the cauldron of a boiling brain

Run riot, play and explore

Unbridled energy

Urgently you call from the loosened bonds of sleep

May this body decipher a lurid pattern of forgiveness 

Comfort and Joy

Let us

Knead love to the edges of our existence

Together become beings stretched

Striving for configurations of unity

A core pulsating to the outer limits

Where nothing rests

The abiding marrow still rich in nutrients

Origin of perpetual life

Love hewn from love then bonded new

Let us

live as though it were true

Rejoice in the luminous now

Rest in a kingdom of the eternal present

Amongst this new spaciousness

Find comfort in that elongated hum

Together

I count your prayers

Weigh them

Pace the space where our dreams once were.

Lets

Walk the line of each other’s scars

Tread life into dead tissue.

I watch you

Loiter in the undergrowth

I wait for you

To stumble on my sting

The anger I am hiding in

Lets

Throw a back yard sale

Throw away the tattered 

Sell what we don't want

Refind buried treasure

The present is all we have

Dreams will come 

Once they grow large enough

Till then we tend our wounds

In love 

Light

Paying  attention  to  light  again.  The  way  it  flows  and  sits,  plays  and  bathes,  always  present.

The  glare  of  lights  face  unsteady  into  fixed  into  loose  and  shimmering.  The  shapes  of  light,

stripped,  dappled  and  blocked.  Stabs  of  light,  portholes  of  light,  windows  to  other

dimensions.


What  of  the  light  in  me  that  needs  to  be  recognised,  needs  to  connect  with  the  light  in  the

world.  To  be  drawn  out.  To  find  in  bright  step  its  origin  and  fulfillment.  And  the  darkness

in  me  which  waits  in  emptiness  to  wrestle  me  down.


That  dance  of  light  and  dark  an  energetic  plume  of  mystery.  A  creative  force.

Silence

Silence together, something unnamed

something shared

Silence together, a distance undisturbed

or not tested

If we were able to hear every thought

What cacophony would we witness?

What disturbed and worried

flutters of thought

Too full

The call is too full

It fills up instantly

Everywhere is promising 

Backwards

                 Forwards

and Now

Brimming with yes

Body a quiet

                     trembling

Relief

         Ease

                  Rest