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  • Kintsukuroi

    Kintsukuroi – “to repair with gold” the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken I look back at the pictures of times taken when we thought that all was well between us. I try to re-enter the moment Like Alice climbing…

  • Pattern of Constancy

    There are some people who make mosaics out of lifetimes. It’s not the simple elemental effect Of a magnet Under a page of iron filings Making a pattern like magic out of chaos With the power of the pull. It’s more conscious Careful Decided. They’ve seen the potential in the fragments And they haven’t run….

  • The Final Refuge

    for all women They came for you at daybreakWhen the war crept out of the darknessTo make the morning into a hell of hatred. They came for you in old ageWhen euthanasia seemed like a merciful optionFor your family.You were always ready to serve. They came for you in middle ageWhen the younger version of…

  • Tending Paradise

    for Nick and Rachel, who gifted my friend Helen and I, with a weekend in their Artist’s cottage in Rye, which was rainswept, ancient, healing and full of enchantment. A place to enjoy creativity and much thought. Some time later, I attended a contemplative art day with Sr Sheila, who suggested we create some work…

  • The Historian’s Tale, 5041 AD

    They say there was a type of human Aeons of the ancient world ago Whom they called Woman. Who remembers why, But it is rumoured, It was something like a goddess And connected, if it can be properly believed With the bringing forth of life itself. You ask me who believes such folly Or how…

  • On Standing and Opening the Ear

    Something may need welcoming into the worldBut it has a quiet voice And only you are listening Maybe only you can hear that languageAnd not mistake it for the song of birds You raise your headLike a deer who hears the panther,But not through fear of danger,Out of love. The wild thing comethAnd the world…

  • The Quiet Revolution

    Again the Sabbath comes to mind. Why? Because it’s quiet while God worksIt’s an act of faithThe stillnessThe not going anywhereNot doing anything to make a visible change You’re just existingbut existing’s goodAnd that’s the point The Quiet RevolutionIs a discipline of mindAn opening of the heartBecause the peace is all around It’s an act…

  • Show me the Door!

    If you knew There was a temple made of time Which held a mystery A day made of eternity Wouldn’t you be racingAching for moreAsking every passer by“Show me the door!” If you knewThat a land where life was newFlowed with delight And crowned at its height With a wedding banquet Was waiting for youAnd…

  • The Step

    The strange and angular truthBears a wayward fruit Out of the wayBut not out of mind The island of the fruitful tree must be approachedBut the bridge is broken Only the crushed heart Dares to be a foundation for the bridge’s mending But lo, the Green Man comesAnd he would cross! He stands with the…

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