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The mystics tell usthat love is all. So does that meanthat human sufferingis love too? I think itprobably does,I think that sufferingmay well be love’sgrowing pains. DF. 7-2-2021 1457

Somewhere in the distanceI hear the howl of a motorcycleweaving through the city streetsand immediately I am transported to the moors,listening to the wind howling through the heather. Will you dance for me?Will you rise up and show me your beautyso that I can see it and feel it and know it in myself? PeopleContinue reading “Wind”

I live in a forest,my senses are attuned to treesbut that doesn’t mean I don’t wonder at the skyor at the sunlight that pierces through the leaves,sometimes I even soar above the canopybut for now this is where I livethis is what I come home toand this is what I love. DF. 5-2-2021 1456

There’s always a momentwhen, for some reason I cannot fathom,what was impossible becomes possible,when a thousand tiny doors open,space and light flood in and all my problemsdissolve into possibilities. It happened this morningas I was plodding round the park,my feet keeping time with my pedestrian thoughts,when a tiny speck of starlight took pity on me,fellContinue reading “Plodding”

Who can knowthe heart of another,the secret trials that we must bear;the love that never sees the light of daythe piercing hurts and the hidden wounds,all clanking and chafing together as we walk? Only one truly knows,one precious companionwho walks beside you as well as mewho knows me as intimately as He knows youwho lovesContinue reading “Companion”

You lifted me up like atiny bird with a broken wing,I weighed nothing in your handsand when you leaned forward to whisperyour healing words I could seethe pleasure in your eyes,I could see that that I have never beenanything other than you would have me be. DF. 3-2-2021 1453

It’s so quiet out herein the small hours,just the song of robins, the larksand the sound of my feet on the wetpavement for company,it’s so very English. I love this city,for all its problemsand all its iniquitiesLondon is my home,maybe if I had ever lived anywhere elseI wouldn’t think of it in that waybut IContinue reading “London”

I stopped to watch a trainpassing under the bridge this morning,a speeding promise that weighedover a hundred and eighty tonshurtling through the wet nighton its way to somewhere,I watched the signal lightsreflected on the carriagesas the train passed them,red one way, green the other,flash, flash, flashgreen then red, green then red,no return, no return. AsContinue reading “Stillness”

I have come to lovebeing outdoors at night,I love the solitude, space and anonymity,I love the freedom to be myselfand the absence of expectationsfrom anybody else. In the darknessthings become visible thatyou just don’t see in the light of day,an entrance hall to some flats filledwith fluorescent light,a solitary lit window high upon the sideContinue reading “Night”

I have worked as apsychotherapist for nearly forty years nowand though I have never met one in the course of my workI have heard and read about people who are enlightened,when I was younger I hoped that one dayI might count myself among them. I thought that if I could achievean enlightened state I wouldContinue reading “Soldiers”