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.