James
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Things let go of us.
Summer sun Is clinging on. As I walked today, Saturday In October. Summer heat. Summer light. Summer weather. Autumn date code. Summer, hanging on In heat Clues of autumn happening slow Colder mornings Darker nights Sky with deeper hues of… Continue reading
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Come, sit…..(an invitation)
As the summer heat Ended with downpours of rain. The grass once yellow Is green …..again… A chair is here my friend Open invitation To be here Without complication. Where nothing matters In this moment. Put your feet up Put… Continue reading
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Remembering Who You Truly Are.
On a bright cool Tuesday afternoon , in 1994, I sat in Leicester Odeon cinema, watching an animated film that had held me since the very first note, chord and voicing. I was 16 and holding in the blubbing tears… Continue reading
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The Path of the Bird.
One day the wrestle you’re in Might be the last time it raises it’s voice. And then trust arrives. And you take a step Out into the wild Following the path of the bird. The free one. The call of… Continue reading
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The Empty Field
I Stood.Feet on the floor. Perilous. Before me. The Empty Field. Brown. Dirty. Barren. The wheat had goneIts whispy movementA memory echo of a beautiful summer. I pined its lossFor weeks. Complaining thereWas nothing to seeAt sunset. Except clouds. Empty. Empty field. I stoodYet. Now. This moment. This evening. Tears… Continue reading
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Storms pass Behind me.
Remembering I can walk. And letStorms passBehind me. Each Step decidedly forward.From wind that beats my backRain tantalising. Do I go back, into the shelter? Or notice. That now. I walkAway. Leave. Left….Behind. StormsAnd go Into the Sun Light BeckonsAttracting me nowShining blueInto… Continue reading
