I am still Quiet transcendent Nothing stirs Not a quiver I shall not speak Silence at my core Change shall emerge As I cocoon Pain reprimands me to remain patient Purpose shall arise And light new paths Understanding shall applaud the narrow way "Patience!" Pain holds the whip, looking at me with warning.

Lightening strikes fire into the depth of the ancient It smoulders silently Waiting for the wind to turn it. Rich ash adorning her feet Seeds blow on gentle breezes Landing delicately Testing soils One stretches itself tall Not satisfied at all An upgust Above the canopy It flutters mysteriously On a marionette? What hands guide it? … Continue reading Smoulder and Ashes →

I wait Patiently  I wait   As the plain  The simple The skilled  The talented Parade before me  Masquerading themselves  Craving attention I stand as one within the crowd While they wave and cheer No one stops. I wonder as they all leer and encourage themselves Repulsion tightens the throat   Who can stand it? … Continue reading Stand Out →

The bees flurry around the flowers Its hard to tell which one each favours Is it all for the hive and driven by scent Or is it desires that heaven have sent Whatever drives their hustle  They work together As one single muscle

Fill this cup with water and milk Stir it firmly As the sugar melts slowly Deftly following a path well tread All is known Nothing need be  said No need to look things over Occasionally Hands held tightly Or one pats a shoulder A smile lights up your face As you sip your tea slowly … Continue reading Tea →

Idols sit high above heads of worshippers Locked away in tall towers Fantasised about The warm and supple walk dirt paths that stick to them Feet are caked in the earth they travel They wash it off to stand in the presence of something greater than themselves The sun sets and eyes follow it It … Continue reading Madonna →

A portrait Painted By the weavers hand Firm determined Sure Skilled A hundred times over Calm is brought to the frontal cortex Everything in place Every stitch tucked and knotted Not a thread out of place

Bed holds warmth Bodies laguorous Hands held firmly Secure bonds Sun sends gentle hands across mountains Stroking limbs and faces Kissing lips Eyes flutter like butterflies stretching from cocoons Eyes hold secrets Sacred Protected Silent Yet budding like June

Echoes fall on deaf ears Barreness gives the leaves a voice For once they are heard They chatter endlessly The wind can scream here Ferociously If anything lives here, It lives in the caverns below In the quiet In the dark Millenia pass The plains remain as the caverns Unchanged Untouched Wet dripping walls Or … Continue reading The Plains →