The Hidden

The lessons began long ago

The setting of beliefs into concrete shackles

Some were set around her heart

Some were around her feet

Some were around her hands

Little pins were stuck into her tongue, causing great pain if she dared speak

Despite these obstructions

The Little Girl attended her work and the tasks she was set by her Captors

She was diligent with good and pure intent and desire to please.

She did her best despite her many limitations and her many bonds

In fact, she took even greater care than she would have otherwise.

The animals loved her in return.

They seemed to know her pure heart

The Captors who had enslaved her, checked the little girls concrete restraints regularly, they understood clearly, what an asset she was.

Working with the shackles was tedious, painful and difficult for the Little Girl

But she never showed that it was. Instead she hummed to herself and to those around her.

She was always gentle and soft, silent and sweet.

The Captors secretly appreciated their asset but would never admit it

The Little Girl did not fight or defend herself.

She did not have the strength and therefore could not.

She did not know any better anyway.

Over time, the Captors grew lazy.

They relied upon the heavy concrete shackles that were already in place, they felt confident that they were secure.

But beneath the shackles, the Little Girl was growing strong and powerful.

For the those concrete shackles that restrained, and were heavy burdens to carry, were getting lighter and lighter as she grew and grew.

But neither the Little girl nor her captors noticed the hidden power that was growing, right beneath their noses.

The Dark

Bats escape with thunder and force from the mouths of the wretched and dark caverns

They scream their final proclivity

It echoes dimly into the damp of the eve.

Flapping batters those who stand in the way

Endangering the fools who are curious and seduced about what lies below

It comes desperately….the desires

They erupt randomly with heat and sulphur

Sadness and sorrow that the folding of arms, were held firmly against the heart, instead of opened and welcoming

Pain binds me

I long for you when it’s grip tightens

I long for you…

….and no other….

In these moments,

I wish for you and your understanding

For the holding of your hand

For the kindness of your face

For your steadfastness and strength

For your wisdom and for your words

Understanding Change

Scratching at golden bands like the dragon Eustace

Pain …ripping incessantly through armoured scales

They are old and worn out truths that strangle and bind and burn and pain

But it is useless!!

Even the King of beasts

This ugly old lizard that breaths fire rooted in it’s belly

Let the commoners seek understanding and run from this fierce beast!

It burns everything before it

Not because of evil intent or desire to destroy

But rather to soothe

Therefore, have courage

and assist the poor beast!

Help it find a mighty claw that rips the scales away to reveal a soft and subtle skin


The wounded sit in the sun

Applying salt and balms to wounds and to the leaches that puncture and drain and suck and creep

Removing them one by one

They are careful to find them all.

Those black worms that stretched themselves above the mire and down from wet leaves so they could launch and latch onto the warm blooded

They hide from the blazing sun as they lay in wait for the clouds and fog to impede the vision of their victims

The innocent thrash blindly and fearfully through the undergrowth

They may as well have waved a flag and harnessed themselves to a target

The enemy simply lay in wait

I remind myself to have patience and compassion for the innocent. They are the blind and the walking wounded

They shall see when they are ready

They shall heal after the firing squads have emptied their barrels and the Vampires have had their fill.



Eloquence and space will be required

For the innocent foolishly stumble through the mire and damp leaves that are laden with vampiric worms that would rather consume their victims as they live because they are impatient for their timely deaths.

They seek desperately with drooling mouths without care or compassion or kindness.

Their desires are for themselves only

Their victims discarded after they have had their fill

They seek out and return, only once the hunger reminds them that sustenance is required once again.

They hide from the sun and lie in wait for the fog.

This Little Light

A little art performance for you.

We don’t always shine at our best. It takes practice and self belief before we feel comfortable being us and challenging anyone who says otherwise. It’s ok to sputter and spurt before you become a blazing fire. Be kind to yourself, especially when the darkness feels overwhelming. You are valuable to this world as you are. You are the only one who can shine the way you do.

You are light.

The Recognition

I gaze upon those with whom I see as those who look like me

But as I stand to face them, and look into their eyes, I see things I do not recognise. Despite the skins they wear.

I peer into them as strange things.

Aliens and vacuous beings

The search begins to look into the eyes of those who carry the light

The light that shines the same as mine

The light I can warm myself with

So that not only do we look right together

But to also see into each other as equals

As one

As those who recognise each other as home, sustenance and pure energy.

The Performer

I am the fool and the wandering minstrel

I clap my hands and I play amongst the crowds

I wander around the grounds of palaces and scuttle through the alley’s and the gutters of the shanty towns

I am seen on every corner and on every stage

Thousands remember my face my charm my talent

I am flocked by the masses…..

But in the quiet and the silence at beginning or the end of the show

No one see’s who really sits behind the mask of the performer as he sadly wishes for a single one to love him when he sits there alone, silent and invisible in the darkened wings of the stage and before he emerges from the dressing room.

The New Moon 11/5/2021

I welcome you little stars as you shine the brightest this very night

I see you greater than you have ever been

As darkness surrounds you

This is the time you will be seen

Your greatest hour

The moon hides herself with intention

So shine gloriously

This night is yours

All are listening

The stage has been set

Stand together as a beautiful chorus of healing, love and brilliance.

As we navigate our paths by you.

We send you our love and gratitude for the honour you bestow