encapsulate (i believe in father christmas, greg lake, 1975)

christmas in one song
memory in melody
i believe again

explorer

going deep within
finding me inside myself
learning as i dive

home and away

between them and me
i draw a clear, distinct line
between here and home

cross words for a crossword (saturday times)

lateral thinking
yet still there is no glimmer
blank squares staring back

striking out

my time approaches
answer only my own call
i am who i wish

request

body calls for sleep
mind calls for dreamtime downtime
listen to myself

witnesses

with no axe to grind
they can only tell the truth
let the numbers speak

won't see that again

time dedicated
in pursuit of nothing real -
time forever lost

first day

a new beginning
a path shared by so many
and yet untrodden

the freedom (not what it seems)

kite dances on air
movement tempered, limited
stays within known bounds

mammon, inc

as much as i want
is so much more than i need
think before i spend

do i or don't i ?

adrenaline rush
an important decision
doing the right thing

quiet

time out - just being
purposefully do nothing
reward in itself

coming home

leave nothing behind
bring feelings and memories
home for our future

pier pressure (southwold, suffolk)

look down at the waves
peer through gaps in the boardwalk -
we walk on water

shallow waves (south beach, lowestoft, suffolk)

breathe deep the north wind
that drives waves across flat sands
while sun warms my back

dance (the mighty zulu nation theatre company, kessingland, suffolk)

worlds away from mine,
their dance aimed at this stranger.
welcome or warning ?

beacon (southwold, suffolk)

shows where dwells danger
shows safe passage to comfort
the lighthouse stands proud

town centre car park graffiti (lowestoft, suffolk)

stolen childhoods
nothing to do in this place
frustration shouts loud

drive to arrive

we race through raindrops
beneath grey blanketed sky
sunlit journey's end

06:35 - 18:05

effort, toil and sweat
the norm for a working day.
leave it all behind.

what's at the end of the rainbow ?

what rewards to chase ?
time to stop and consider.
re-evaluate.

too quick off the mark

a bad reaction
to an unintended act
leaves a heavy heart

isaac (trinity college, 19th august 2007)

i feel his presence -
master of the universe
his gravity pulls.

sunday service

the incantations
give comfort to believers
suspend disbelief

a problem cannot be solved with the level of thinking that created the problem in the first place

clouds disappear
then sudden awakening
clarity of mind

nothing to say

the voice quietens
under interrogation
does not speak with me

harriers

heavy metal soars,
roaring through the summer sky -
man-made thunderbirds

the runner-up

living a half-life
never having crossed the line
never having been

sounds of nature

my little bird sings
in the only way she knows.
sweet, innocent songs.

hypnos

i am transported
a journey without motion
a journey of mind

supposition

far from perfect me,
doing what i think is best.
not broken - human

alice

candle glows at night
heartfelt gratitude and love
for her and her life

the eye of the beholder

it is sometimes true
that the sweetest looking fruit
leaves a bitter taste

tales of impermanence - part 2

will we meet again ?
was our last time the last time ?
will we ever know ?

the library

voices of the dead
voices so rich in wisdom
voices surround me

the cornish dinosaur (lizard point, march 1998)

stand at the world's end.
wind blasts, rain teems, sea rages -
the dinosaur lives.

tales of impermanence

i am mindful that
we pass this way but briefly;
i live with respect

the simple things

lifts my heart to see -
gambolling in the sunshine -
three lambs at play

'slowing down to the speed of life' (carlson & bailey)

i learn to slow down,
doing what i want to do,
and doing no more.

shine

mind is a lantern
illuminating the path
through the universe

reflections

i am illusion,
existing without substance
in a mirrored box

alarm

time since, time until
eyes constantly on the clock
living by numbers

on hearing 'any other name' by thomas newman

perfection - she sleeps,
i am lost in love for her -
our new-born beauty

bull behind bars

with menacing eyes
the magnificent beast glares
from within its cage

audiobook

small voice in my ear,
transporting me somewhere else.
my feet stay rooted.

ring

the distant church bells
sound across the countryside;
bright peals appealing.

up, up and away

leap into blue skies
and dance amongst sun-kissed clouds
a wish fulfilled; flight.

rarely better than this

to sit in silence
holding our new born baby -
the sweetest of things

the return to the low-ceilinged room

i sink and relax,
i am still as a mountain,
yet flow like water.

heart

loving is living
embracing
all
embracing
living is loving

loose change

i yearn for great wealth,
and then i count my blessings.
i am a rich man.

english summer

thunder and lightning.
summer storms wrack the sky, then ...
sunshine and rainbows.

yours sincerely

i apologise
to anyone i have hurt.
i didn't mean to.

3 a.m.

i stare in wonder;
quiet unearthly landscape
bleached by stark moonlight

wake up

in a dreaming dawn
i celebrate the birth of
this beautiful day

son of a supernova

all that you will know
and everything you are
came forth from a star

a505 at night

a ghostly landscape,
the moonlit lavender fields
entice and entrance

a505

pastel-purple fields
whisper lavender in bloom;
i am nearly home

wherever you may be

once, we were good friends
shared so much - and then - no more
twenty years pass by

recipe

remove distractions,
becalm the environment,
give my mind some room

resist by not resisting

tree bends in the wind
still upright, still standing strong
working with the storm

net

window on the world
lets me see most anywhere
save inside the soul

red

light itself is stretched
as it spans great distances
through expanding space

i wish i had my pen

a fleeting visit -
a thought without expression -
and then it is gone

'belle

to hear her laughing
and watch her play in the park,
love is all i feel

quiet

silence is the space
that allows the mind to be,
thus setting one free

ready, set .......

i'm in a strange race
without a finishing line,
winners or losers

cats and dogs

the summer rain reigns
blue skies replaced by grey cloud
and no sign of sun

born on the fourth of july

where did that year go ?
this is the forty-fifth time
i have been this way.

up before the birds

wide awake at three;
contemplate the day ahead
greet the rising sun

a levelling view from the window

the cemetery
is a silent reminder
of impermanence

sunday afternoon

the tranquil garden;
my place to relax, reflect
and count my blessings

spellbound

"tell me your story".
we sat, she spoke, i listened
to my enchantress

tempus fugit

days turn into years

the middle-aged gentleman

smiles in the mirror

just outside

the door pushed ajar
reveals the rich, green landscape
beyond wildest dreams

full moon

in clear, dark heavens
serenely sails the jewel
casting stark, cold light

a promise

start anew each day
and love every moment
with all of my heart