Wednesday, 21 October 2015

shh its ok, i said
and i hoped my heart would believe me
dont panic its long gone, this thing
still it thinks I deceive me
quiet now - you don't know time 
the past is dead and gone
yet true it knows no time and all moments merge to one
so with gentle will and kindness i overlay this now
make sure that all the corners match
rub out the scruffy frowns
until all the present has the power
and whats gone is done
until the spirals come unstuck
and the echo fall like stone

 

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

that day I loved you more .
i saw you whole.
and shining.
all your cracks,
just like gold,
glittering
in the light of your soul.
it did not need
sweeping sideways,
explaining,
justifying,
or excusing
it just was
and that was just fine
fine with me
fine with you,
the universe.,
the whole...
we were whole.
that day

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Nothing here no axe to grind, no wings to dream on, no mind. Lapping waves of peace onto my shore ensure your words if harsh tumble to the floor and what miracle is this ( who knew!?) when they do, your anger turns to dust and love reigns once more. We let go.

Sunday, 2 August 2015

hand in my hand and gold bands from deep beneath the earth, my fierce artemisian soul declares I am still never to be owned..and for what it's worth.. my power is my privilege to loan.
and then you hold me
and I know your tenderness
it falls like petals around my heart
so I lay down my bow, command my wolves to rest
surrendered to love.

Thursday, 11 June 2015

Simple pleasures, small tasks done with grace, tiny pinpoint ripples sending subtle love through space, the echo of happiness left in trace, of a lover's hand or the way peace settles when a harsh winds gone and still, Summer, heat has taken its place.

Tuesday, 9 June 2015

Startled from the present, some sort of memory skims sideways into my heart, sharp like a shard or a splinter of old cracked wood, cold cracked and jagged, claws its way to my soul. It's a memory, a memory, just the past, just a thought, an arc from her to here. It means nothing. Nothing. Let it go. It wanes.

Thursday, 4 June 2015

Its not Adam I seek, for he was weak and sought to shape and force the heart to contort and subjugate in deference to his mighty sense of entitlement, hell bent to destroy all subtleties of thought between the I am and the I am nought. No not Adam with his foolish indiscretion and his eagerness to abandon his woman for a weaker less indomitable force. A tamed canal of locks and wiers, stagnant pools and fear, over the tumbling force of my river. I do not seek dominion at all. I seek the man who stands in grateful awe at the delicacy my free flow performs, the tiny petals of overgrown form the lush and waving meadows over tight clipped lawn.

Thursday, 21 May 2015

And I held on...
And heaven came to earth. It worked quickly in the end, the transformation, and the words aligned with the images and form so effortlessly...
All it took was for me to stop saying it was not possible receivable or real.

Friday, 1 May 2015

two gold rings
the journey begins
backwards...

vows
that we know from deep
how
hard
and important they are
to keep
near to



Friday, 24 April 2015

This is heaven, rewilded by our love.
These trees, tended by our hands, the trunks now broad, strong roots deep in the land,
These plants who have wandered far to be welcomed by those who understand the mysteries within their walls,
This light that carries golden magic and dapples on my face,
This peace that falls in rainbow showers to my heart.
Life lived with fierce truth here shows in every part.

For all my priviledge nothing could ever have prepared me for having it all taken away. We never saw it coming, not really. Gold digger ladies seem like fair players when I look back. This was different and left us not even our wits, having had to fight so hard and for so long against an opposition so utterly amoral. The scars it has left are this lack of trust that even the slightest hint of self service in another will render them cut forever from my life. And distain for money itself for having been the agent to attract a person willing to tear apart the love in the hearts of children to get at it.

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Alexander McQueen at the V and A.
Compulsory.
No pictures allowed.
This mans beauty hangs in the air like a ghost.
As a ghost.
His soul fills every room.
What exquisite love and tenderness to curate a show so full of respect.
More than genius.
Celestial Couture.

Friday, 3 April 2015

One by one my fingers uncurl, holding you open in my palm I blow your wings and bid you fly....
Open my eyes...
Soft sigh.


Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Friday, 27 March 2015

Vertigo.
The creeping desire to get dirty and fall like an angel with wings on fire. Icarus knew....

Thursday, 26 March 2015

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Nothing here for a soul thief to feed on.
Just the ramblings
Of an old heart, still bleeding.
And offerings for those who love...

Sunday, 22 March 2015

Kitten witches sharpen their claws - they think to win is to battle.
Eyes flashing green and dark - they haven't found out what their hearts for.
Love is wasted on their ears -and kindness falls like wrapping.
Nothing gets through their armour of youth - until their karma comes tapping.


Friday, 20 March 2015

Manifesto for Artists2

The artist delivers pure essence.

The art work will strike awe into move the witness. The more deeply the better.

The artist IS permitted to will use ideas generated by other artists so long as she: acknowledges, credits AND noteably furthers the origin.

The art will INSPIRE the soul to experience transcendence.

The art is love.

The art will remind us of who we are.

The art will make us whole or lead us to wholeness.

The art is not insipid, half arsed or compromised.

The artist does not need to be appropriate.
(Appropriacy is a cage for the soul)

True art is deliberate; it liberates - the soul, mind, society.

The true artist is conscious, aware, resolved. (In order that they do not use the witness as a low level process tool...)

The artist engages their entire being to formulate a sophisticated response to the world and the questions it raises.

The art does not exist in a vacuum. The artist MUST relate.
The art IS relationship.

It is not enough to paint the dreams of the ego - the artist will articulate a solution; a betterment; a response.

The artist SHOULD fall in love with (the) other artists.

Art is sophisticated aesthetic dialogue.

Art is love,
Above all, the art is love.


Sunday, 15 March 2015

wild, smart, clever women with hearts the size of planets and minds wide open like the blue, blue sky, with your wombs as big as galaxies, forever birthing stars,
you are the reason my world keeps turning.
your love is like the sunshine and your laughter is life support.
you brew and bake salvation as we sew our magical worlds stitch by stitch, seam by seam - great tapestries of love drawn down from the moon....

Friday, 13 March 2015

Black moon eyes; our souls meet and words lose interest.
I got the splinter out. Does it feel better?
Yes.
Ok then.
We move on but the pure black love of your soul stays in my heart.

Friday, 6 March 2015

Go to Kailash for me. I cannot go, things to do, motherhood keeps me from it. Go to Kailash and hold me in your prayers as you walk around it. I will wait there in the centre, and when you come, please lay before me all that you think me to be. We are nothing at all anyway you see, and there, at that, the seat of dear Parvati may we know peace between our hearts. Dear soul, if I turned you away when you were but a star I am sorry. I was only a child and did not think it possible to keep you. There are so many secrets in my heart I would share with you if you come with humble quiet soul. Your rage is to be expected, I know, but try not to take these things of life too personally - you will go crazy that way. You will become all the bad things they say women are. But we are sacred. Honour your kind.

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Today my old coat has taken the eye of almost every passerby. It's colour shines and blings, glorious in Spring sunshine...strangers stop to pay their dues to its magnificent hue and friends request a waiting list of who's next, when I no longer fit. I remember you as I think of how I threw it on this morning, running for the clock and three second warnings coming from my lips. I got this coat for a steal, really it was nearly free - a seam was wrong, but so easily repaired. I knew I could fix it took only a minute to make it perfect to wear. So sometimes I take it for granted I've had it so long, its no longer enchanted to me, just ordinary and quite old, but today with all the clamour I'm reminded of its glamour and somehow this reminds me too of you. I think how we met so long ago now that I sometimes forget to treasure the precious moments spent two by two. 
Full moon bringing you home like the tide ...sparkles shoreline of my heart ... 

Sunday, 1 March 2015

I met a man who did not try to steal my soul but asked instead a question that let my heart unfold. I did not have to give him in return a single part of me, nor lie beside him (except for in my dreams). He does not tug or pull at me yet lets me reach him still when I need salve.

Sunday, 22 February 2015

Not everything in life makes sense when you see it so close. Try not to make it fit. It doesn't. Just doesn't. Sometimes life will open to you enough grace to contradict the forgetting, the great mist of sleep will lift and you will feel awake. The glimpse passes so quickly. But don't regret the passing. It is not the thing you see in that moment but the remembering of the ability to see that is of importance. Remember that and hold onto it.

Friday, 6 February 2015



















He was a prince....


Moon milk ocean in my hair,
Soft, surrendered, I drift, gazing at her starry face.
Silk-salt touch of tender waves lifts me, gently, as if I am no more than empty space.
Suddenly, touched by the vastness beneath, imagined shadows send me splashing for shore, remembering the need for air even while my heart calls me deeper.



Sunday, 1 February 2015

You ask :
How fully can I allow myself to be met.

My mind loses form to the question,
echos in hologram;
fractal resonance spiralling answers..
You touched my core.

I'll try for 100 per cent.

Monday, 26 January 2015

Swimming in bioluminescence...
I wonder if these tiny creatures are ecstatic as me as they burst into light on the touch of my skin. nebulous clouds with each stroke; tiny stars swirling around each limb. They glide down our bodies fading slowly as we emerge from the water - little rivers of light. I scoop them up like holding the universe in the palm of my hands. Magical. So incredibly magical.
Sparkle beach of crystal sand, reflecting my prismatic soul.

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Tonight I will read you one thousand names, from my heart to yours, a gift of thanks. With love eternal and beyond all walls, this I lay down at your feet. All the loneliness I have ever felt was only when I abandoned myself and I am that which I seek. This I know now and will always know, through all levels, through all time. I sit in reverie. Still, aligned, so totally at one that anything different seems impossible. The mountain came to me.
Shhh try not to make noise. All that fear comes dripping out and contaminates your life and my peace. Please, stop speaking from your head. Your whine is drowning out your bliss and I can't hear your heart for all the nothing you spew. Quiet, now. I like you. That's all you need to know. Quiet. Let love in. Stop worrying.

Monday, 19 January 2015

The stranger inside has been waiting. Not patiently lately, no. She's been banging and howling like a wild captive, and now, she blinks blindly in the sun. Freedom feels terrifying today the space is too wide and the distance from home too far... Stormy waves and easy charm jangle against my tired brain.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Soft heart. Your steadfast love like balm, we fall into the space made by breaking. Truer now. Our victim selves melted from the screen. Our humanness shining nebulous, golden through the shadowy fears. Forgiven. Of course we strayed. How would we have got here without it.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Sitting there in the curve of your wing, my place, the best place. The soft thud of your heart. Breathing in, let it go. Letting your stories flow - truth, untruth - trust in your soul's path to bring you home now deepened into knowing.

Saturday, 3 January 2015

smell of magic
resin, wax, smoke and fire
dark still cool air
hiss of wood and flutter.
flames sputter.
spirit mends
calling the fragments back