Journey
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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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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 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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Paths are made for feeling.
(My words normal. Italics John O Donohue. )Every time you leave homeAnother road takes youInto a world you were never in. Pilgrimage, an oft used word. Traveller on a sacred path. Internal External. Concurrent. New Stranger on other paths awaitNew… Continue reading
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Your Soul is never not Beautiful.
Your Soul is never not beautifulExcept in the carcass thoughts of a fractured mindThat cant bear to be seenFrom the outside, or from within.For what it is. Your soul is never not beautifulFor she dances in puddles in red welly… Continue reading
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Arrival…(How do you know)
How do you know……. You’ve Arrived. Trains pull in to stations predicted by one arrivals board. 20 departures ones. Arrival almost incidental. People get off, but people leaving more important. Going somewhere else. Need to know where they are going.… Continue reading
