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Digging Deep

The moon, with all its recent rampant beauty and activity, has had a lot to say for itself. Last year, whilst on a country walk in Herefordshire, I caught sight of a red moon, sitting alongside the setting sun. It took my breath away; this fleeting moment of glory reflecting all of the wonder of nature and human nature.

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We are so many things, yet we are none.
A daisy chain of crowning moments,
A buttercup sequence of “love you”, “love you nots”,
We are strong like oaks, guardians of the forest,
Reaching upwards toward that vast expanse.

We are soft and gentle willows, bending, flexing,
Caressing the earth with veils of tears.
We are red hot suns and red hot moons,
Taking turns to make appearances.
We are Each and Every One
Blinking, blazing, dancing, gazing,
Unsinkable, unstoppable.

Image provided by Andrew Walters from South Australia on 4-4-15.

Being is becoming

Dawn breaks, the day unfolds.
A crisp, fresh, untouched page
To explore, wide-eyed and innocent
The beauty, wonder and miracle of today,
Oggi, aujourd’hui, heute, dzisiaj.

Here comes Alice in Wonderland,
Chasing, chasing, chasing the white rabbit,
Until falling into that blissful coma
of inspiration overload,
She knows that there is nothing ever to catch or grasp,
That there is only that one door, which opens to another and another and another…

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The door of imagination, eager anticipation

And an endless array of white rabbits…

But oh what fun, what joy, to see, to touch,

To hear and feel so very much,

To rise and fall, to rise and fall again, to be…

Being is oh so very becoming.

“Hearts were broken”

 La Pieta, Frances Ernest Jackson (1872-1945), St James Church, Piccadilly, London

‘Hearts were broken’ is dedicated to all the nameless, blameless, faceless and shameless, those who have loved and lost;  in other words, all of us, possibly, probably…one way or another.  In memoriam.

 

Viewpoints are many,

Consequences the same.

The path tried and tested,

The road less travelled,

The lucky/unlucky draw,

Hearts were broken.

Knowing, not knowing,

Just saying, not saying,

Denying, crying,

In denial, lying,

In time, past time, ahead of time

Hearts were broken.

Another time, another place,

The sirens call a familiar face.

Just do it and screw it,

Take your time at a slow pace,

Whatever…….Just

Never…ever… forget to remember,

Hearts are broken.

Hearts made to be broken

Scattered, splintered, shattered

Put back together

Piece by piece

Until we are whole

Again…

One circle of love

Hearts are broken

 

 

Returning Home

THE ROYAL ROAD 

Of one thing I am sure

This is my soul city

The city of spires

Of bells and smells

Of celebrations and processions

This is the Royal Road

My spirit dances here.

It never ceases to admire,

To be astonished,

To stare in awesome wonder

In sacred reverence

As its sweet mysteries unfold

Step by step on the Royal Road

This is the city of Kings

Built by kings for kings

The trumpeter’s melody playing regularly

To the heartbeat of the royal drum

Soul to soul whispering, speaking, silently

Can you hear its call?

This is the Royal Road

Dancing Joy – a Meditation on Movement

Saturday 12th April, Greenwich Community Centre, London.  Inspired by the spirit of the dance, celebrating JOY and overflowing with gratitude to the dancer within each of us and the dancer in all of us.   With special thanks to Alex Nikiforov of Freedom Dance.

Opposite
Same
Pleasure
Pain

Wonder
Known
Unfolding
Grown

Togetherness
Space
Emptiness
Place

Thinking
Still
Movement
Will

Rhythm
Beat
Calm
Heat

This ‘n’ that
This ‘n’ that

Joy is where it’s at.

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