Author Archives: david davidson

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.

  I can see by the light in your eyes that you have travelled far, so old and yet so young. I can hear a train in the distance, it’s windows filled with golden light. Soon we will be passengers again, you and I. You should have seen what I saw this morning! The wayContinue reading “Travellers”

  Pace yourself these last few furlongs, let time unravel before you, it would be a shame to rush the last few steps, they are the best part of the whole journey. When the finish is in sight and anticipation at its height measure your steps, walk slowly and let yourself be seen. Let themContinue reading “Walking”

        Do you think a violent man deserves mercy, tenderness and love? Of course he does. He is violent because he doesn’t have those things within him, or because they are buried so deeply they are lost to his sight. To the violent man mercy is the violence of the Gods.

    The berries ripened and then dropped one by one into the lake water, nobody saw them fall, nobody saw the great carp silently rising to greet them. The empty windows of the cabin looked impassively on, the mice made nests in the rugs, the snow came, the lake froze over, and the rustingContinue reading “The Island”

    The dawn was breathtaking this morning. As I got up to go into the house to get my camera I heard a voice say, ‘No David, this dawn is for you to experience not to record, be still, be still and bear this beauty with me.’