Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ambience, birdsong, dawn, landscape, light, moon, Poetry, quiet on February 19, 2014| 2 Comments »
DRIFT
A half moon wanes,
Floating on birdsong.
The world spins towards darkness,
And spins towards light.
Clouds stretched, skeined,
Soft-edged, rippling.
A drift, a slow drift
Into day.
This quiet time,
Twilit, a gift given
Before the goad of doing.
—
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged atmosphere, dawn, full moon, landscape, light, moon, music, nature, Poetry, Thomas Tallis, world on January 17, 2014| 2 Comments »
TALLIS EXULTANT
Golden moon rests
Upon a throne of low cloud.
All night long-
As bright as day.
Dawn shall not diminish her:
Sinking radiant
Into new lands.
A long music,
A choir of days.
Tallis exultant.
—
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged advent, art, December, landscape, light, Poetry, stillness, Winter on December 17, 2013| 5 Comments »
I would wish this day,
Its singing silence,
To remain untarnished.
Its silver stations
Engraving motions of peace.
Unhurried, unabated
Tidal coolness.
Translucent vessel
Of breezes.
Unholy, unbound,
Unassumingly radiant.
Exhalant vapour,
Winter’s breath.
—-
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ignited, infection of words, language, light, literature, morphic, mused., neural, night, Poetry, resonance, signs, Sound, sparked, stars on December 11, 2013| Leave a Comment »
In the library of the night
Seconds flick as pages scanned.
A gilded, bound and chained world
Reading, exploring, explaining itself.
An Alexandria, an akashic island,
Self-muttured, self-revealing,
A transliteration through dream.
And somehow
( there always seeming to be
No causes, always just strings of effect),
A simple phrase gongs and peals,
Bursting, a match in tinder,
A moment drawn dancing out,
A simmer of vocables,
A play of chord-thoughts.
One word becoming
A thousand languages,
A mandala, a point,
A pebble rippled
Surface
Where a glowing moon
Slides and steadies.
One word, one sky.
The view
From where you are,
Accidental muse.
—-
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged architecture, art, belief, buildings, cathedrals, Exeter Cathedral, faith, history, internal space, light, medieval thought, metaphysics, photography, Poetry, shadows, skill, space, stonework, time on August 5, 2013| 2 Comments »
ARCHED (Part 7)
Stone
Cast in,
Rippling
Time’s pool.
Outwards
And inwards,
A settled pattern
Of comings and goings.
And the weight
Of the stone:
An anchor, a haven.
Small, still island
In a restless sea.
A forest for song.
A forest for silence.
A carpenter’s house,
A house of edge and curve.
A mother’s house,
A house of succour,
Of promises kept,
Of warm dark.
Artificer’s jewel:
A design
Of forever.
—
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged architecture, bardo, darkness, Exeter Cathedral, intermediate spaces, light, medieval iconography, metaphysics, photography, Poetry, space, stone carving, time on July 25, 2013| 2 Comments »
ARCHED (part3)
The bardo of entrances.
Intermediate transitions,
One spliced into the other,
Time and space elapsing.
A slow cool outbreath of stone.
It requires a recalibration,
A rearrangement of the senses.
Slowing,
Time is tamped down
In dusty layers,
Glistening.
An inhalation
Of fractured light,
Absorbed, solidified.
Entering the cave of God:
His ribs, grey skin tight,
Desiccated, stretched out.
Pinned, hammered, sheltered.
We are slowly digested,
( the enzymes of faith),
Becoming less, and more,
Of ourselves-
Becoming one of the waiting.
Slow and turning
From cave
To cave,
( the frozen forests whispering
Chiseled curve and keel ),
A reconstruction of gravity.
Tree roots sky conjoined,
Arched, steepled.
Leaves, gold,
Fruits rotten,
Drift weightless, upwards,
Food for avaricious
Angels.
An embroidery of whispers
An evolution of sorrow,
A still heaven
Waiting for a new
Eternity.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged assuredness, certainty, change, commitment, emptiness, fullness, light, moon, moonlight, night, Poetry, waning moon on May 5, 2013| 3 Comments »
MOTHER MOON
She pours it all out,
Empty, ringing.
She knows
Fullness will come again,
And she will pour
Herself empty
Without regret.
Teach us,
Mother moon.
****
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cats, dawn, fish, Haiku, landscape, light, May, moon, passage of time, photography, river, sheep, spring, sun, sunrise, thought sequence, thoughts, time on May 2, 2013| 5 Comments »
2nd May: Flow of Time
1
Finger of light
Twitches the curtains
Warm cat purs
2
Floating free
It takes a deep breath
Rising sun
3
Without doing,
Everything changes.
Time’s river
4
One or two moments.
Sunrise.
Fast river Time.
5
Watching.
Where is the small leaf of hope
I floated on that river?
6
Stay busy
So as not to notice
The speed of time.
7
No need to watch.
Sheep grazing
Feel the sun rise.
8
Catching breath.
No time to waste
Already gone
9
Accumulating merit
Then letting it go
Doing this, doing that
10
Morning sun
Now too bright.
Turning my gaze:
Waning moon
11
Sun and moon
Floating along
River of time
12
Where are they now?
All those plans floating.
River of time.
13
Caught sight of
One last time:
Small blossom.
Bend of the river
14
Somehow the same:
This thought
This river
15
One moment
Vanishes.
Recorded forever,
Perhaps
16
Deciding
Whether to go up the lane
Or down the lane.
Cat sitting in the sun.
17
To see all the pattern,
Break the pot.
Now the pattern,
Where is the pot?
18
Tune of an ancient chant.
Searching the words
That fit
19
Recording
Ordinary moments
In case
They never happen
Again
20
Thoughts, silence.
The sound of sheep
Munching new grass.
21
Slowly moving uphill
Into sunlight
Sheep nonchalantly drifting by
22
Choosing one,
All the others scatter:
Philosophical thoughts.
23
Should they never come again.
Collecting moments.
Mind fuel.
24
Fishing for words
The hours flow by.
But look what I have caught!
25
Small bright things:
Minnow moments.
I will return them to the stream
In just a moment
26
Haiku:
Not just words
Ripple outwards.
***
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Beltane, coolness, green, landscape, light, May, May-eve, nature, peace, Poetry, summer, sunlight, trees, warmth, woods on April 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »
print of ‘Light of Beltane’ created from tree and other plant spirit symbols
*****
THE COOL GREEN FIRES OF BELTANE
These wild mad-eyed men
Fire burning souls, heart-clawed:
Let them cool and rest
Under the dapple of trees,
Let them silent learn to smile,
Let them melt a little
Considering this fragrant air
sufficient, replete.
Breeze-filled, bird-filled,
A hammock for goodness.
Let them drop their hunger,
The carving of empires,
The bitter profits of belief,
The fierce ambitions for more.
Let them love their sons and daughters
And let them remember the open woods.
Let them not fear heaven nor hells
But let them halt and watch
The small things gather, delighted,
Learning the blessing of trees.
Let the heart melt in May,
Let the skin warm, flesh relax, soul unfurl.
For there is a glory to find beneath all things
And it shall shine through
Enough for any,
Enough for all.
Life under trees.
Let the mountains remain open
Let the valleys be all in green shade
Comforted, rocked, whispered.
For there are sufficient deserts,
Howling emptinesses we need no more of,
No more cleansings nor clearings
Nor impositions of sterile order.
Let the heart melt into May,
The cool green fires of Beltane.
Let the soul, with the souls of all, unfurl,
The branching year blossoming.
Beyond is the cool airs turning warm,
Beyond is a place to rest completed,
Beyond is the dream of violet shimmer
The hum of summer, the nest of light.
Under trees, cooled, dappled, blessed.
*****
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged april, awareness, day, Haiku-ish, landscape, light, moment, moments, nature, night, Poetry, spring on April 5, 2013| 1 Comment »
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A flood of gold
Danaë sighs
Morning sun.
**
Owl call
Answered.
A single star
Glimmering.
**
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