I thought that after I had forgiven myself I would fill with love, light or compassion but I didn’t, I filled with emptiness, and all I saw was a hand smoothing a blank sheet of paper on which I could write anew.
It was so quiet in the garden this morning, then the silence was broken by the distant sound of someone gunning a powerful motorcycle through the empty streets. I know how good that feels, I used to be a biker myself, but this morning it sounded like the howl of a dying planet.
One day all this will be gone, you, me, the buildings, the bridges, the paintings, the books and the poetry, it will all be just another seam, compressed deep down in the earth’s crust. Whatever beautiful life forms inhabit the planet then will have long since adapted to whatever we have left behind. As forContinue reading “One Day”
In how many footsteps do I follow? This path, this human path is worn so deep you would think it impossible to stray but so many of us do. I for one. Perhaps by doing so we make the path a little wider for those who come after, or perhaps we are just fools. TheContinue reading “The Way”
They reflect light too,moonlight, starlight andthe light of the rising sun. Each spring the lightof the late afternoon suncatches the window of a housesome two hundred metres away. For those few minutesmy house isn’t a house anymore,it’s part of a great stone circle.
I read the poets, they spoke to my heart, not my every day heart, my deep heart, the one down by the dark river. Then one day, for just a moment I felt the angel of peace settle on my aching shoulders. I wrote down what happened and when I read it I found IContinue reading “Literate”
Out here in the garden this morning it’s dark, misty and quiet, just the sound of the trains and the traffic in the distance, nearby, the cry of a raven. All around me I can hear the leaves of the ash tree falling a golden rain, a golden carpet soft under my feet, and allContinue reading “Today”
Last night I felt the starlight shining through me, down into the earth under my back. There was nothing I could do save to suffer it and wait for the morning. Stars are without mercy, they don’t stop shining just because their beauty causes pain.
Sometimes in my quiet moments I can feel a great tide moving underneath me, mute, impersonal, unstoppable, unconcerned with the things that cause concern to me, only that there must be change and that if it should cease everything else will too.
The ochre had been there for over 30,000 years. They hadn’t imposed anything, they’d just seen the animals coming out of the rocks and added a tail, or some horns so that we could see them too. Deep in their temple, far from the light, they saw animals being born.