now, then

yesterday has gone
tomorrow is just a dream
now is all there is

tribute two

she is enlightened

she is grace, she is beauty

she is perfection

tribute one

her smile is sunlight

mirroring a divine soul

her presence is all

musicophilia

music is the spark

enabling the dance of life

enriching the soul

the issues that arise from not sitting quietly in a room

all unhappiness

is sourced from the human mind

when not in balance

i like mornings like this

birdsong and tulips
a morning meditation
a peaceful daybreak

chasing

it is almost here
always around the corner
always out of reach

our place in the universe

tiny points of light
distance shrinks the mighty stars
bringing perspective

i didn't see you there

perfection hiding
behind the mask of failure
opportunity

living thoughts

seed of an idea
takes root and grows and blossoms
a life of its own

knowing no bounds

reaching across time
spirit connects with spirit
heart and soul entwine

soulfood

she sings just for me
little voice so innocent
nourishes my soul

i hear you now (jon and vangelis, 1980)

simple chords and words
evoking deep emotion
and sweet memories

om

i am chanting om
vibrating my self with life
still body, free mind

learning to say 'no'
such a simple sound to make
but so hard to voice

dried up

waiting for the muse
staring at these blank pages
waiting for the call

gut

listen to the heart
follow it, do what it asks
nothing else will do

write on

paper invites pen
invites hand ignites a spark
that lights up the worls

the day after the full moon

brilliant on high
beautiful companion
serenely drifts by

recurring theme

time is not my own
give it away to strangers
now claim it all back

looking for positives

stop, breathe and relax
every situation
teaches a lesson

wonder

observing your world
seen through the eyes of a child
innocent questions

everywhere

beauty all around
awaken self, enlighten
in love at all times

giving it all away

time given away
time spent away from loved ones
time to change it all

one size fits all

pigeonholes await
neatly sized and neatly shaped
none of them fit me

diet

output from input
products of environment
you are what you eat

simple

when problems abound
lasting solutions are found
in simplicity

why do we do this ? (part 2)

thinking disallowed
we place trust in ancient texts
following the crowd

why do we do this ?

we hurt those we love
and then realising this
hurt only ourselves

grateful

thank you for what is
thank you for what is to come
in whatever form

tired

waiting for hypnos
to bring me the space i need
to make sense of this

closure

signs are all around
it leaves none of us untouched
shadows lengthening

joan

time to say goodbye
wishing you well on your way
and wishing you love

presence

surrender to now
it is the way that it is
acceptance is all

saint francis

dream brings his calling
his old ways fit him no more
he lives his passion

christmas no more

twelfth night approaches
the feelings allowed to fade
and lights are dimming

not for me or mine

day-to-day today
waning enthusiasm
effort for others

not here

should i be aware
of events in far off lands
is ignorance bliss ?

mind of a child

understand her view
instead of forming my own
meet her in her world

janus

a new beginning ?
or maybe more of the same ?
only time will tell