POEMS

The Stranger

The eye engulfs what it does not see.

The sky reflects in a single drop of dew.

When waves crash to the shore, who is it that hears?

Does a river even flow outside of the mind?

In a season with no change, I have come to know

The twofold space of an elementary nature – 

The secret of the rule that’s written in the stars.

In truth, I have always been a stranger.

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Wanting

If you ask me what I want now, it’s this:

I want to sing you your deeper truth,

To pierce the sky, brimming over with blue.

I want to go beyond my birth,

To harness the sun and pull it down to the earth.

With love, I want to say words

That cut like a sword – 

Then gather you up, as driftwood on the shore.

I want to throw open the windows and doors,

And leave them open a little wider.

I want to reach out with these hands that never touch,

To speak to the ear that never hears,

So that you will know what is in all this wanting – 

The honey at the heart of the flower.

I want to whisper the secret of your name,

To show you how the water prays,

To silence the dog, forever barking at the moon.

If you ask me what I want now, it’s this:

Quite simply,
I want to gather up the stars

And give them all to you.

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Hope

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If you want to know where I’ve been,

I went under, I went within – 

To a place that’s not on any maps,

For a time no clocks can measure.

Whilst there I heard the untold whispering 

Of a billion angels – 

I saw innumerable lives, 

Flashing in and out of existence – 

Beauty and love, carried on vast currents of light – 

A celestial glow, illuminating an endless sky – 

A thousand-petalled flower, unfolding its colour,

In a depth and height that passes all understanding – 

A rose and a flame, dancing and merging together,

Embracing forever in ecstatic celebration,

In bliss and oneness, with the absolute wonder

Of all life and creation.

And coming back to myself, I prayed – 

That our eyes would open in time – 

That we would learn to sing again

With our true voice,

And teach each other in service,

The harmony and union we feel in our hearts.

So, summoning my will, I created a star - 

A tiny point of light in an infinite dark – 

And cupping it gently in my hands, 

I placed it in the sky

On behalf of all creatures and beings – 

The countless lives already born,

And the nameless masses of the unborn – 

In dedication and compassion to every soul

That ever existed or will exist in this essence –

So that we might have a light to help us remember:

Who we are, what we’ve been, and what we could be – 

A beacon to symbolise the miracle of creation,

And the fragility of the earth that we walk on.

And every time you look up on a clear night,

You will see it, blinking its light

And growing brighter as every heart

Opens to its grace. Let it be a mirror,

To reflect in humility the love we have left to live,

And the grateful presence we are – 

The unspeakable potential of the human race.

So pray. Have faith. This is a gift.

I went under. I went within.

And in the cosmic dark I found our inheritance

And crowned it with light,

So that we might have a point of contact

With the divine – 

A still silent space to approach, in recognition,

What we already are, and what we could be.

I created a star. And I called it: Hope.

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Autumn

Blessed by the fire of burning leaves,

We weave changes in the air

To wash away all pain –

The seeds of a different birth,

Hidden in the apple trees – 

Our hearts that surrender

To the ever-changing sky. 

And in this space we shape, 

I will stay with you here

Where the water is cool and innocent,

And all our dreams combine

Like the union of day and night – 

The moon, washed in by the tide – 

This breath, connecting river and rock

In the heat of our blood,

As we move out of our bodies

To walk between the worlds – 

Spellbound in a time lapse,

You are on my skin – 

Stripped bare at the wind’s hand –

This touch of magic

That carries us to the source of all healing – 

This vision, eternally reborn

In the ashes of your voice – 

This fountainhead of beauty,

Recalled in our divinity – 

This spirit we inhabit

And celebrate together,

In awareness of celestial light.

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Two Hearts

My love, I think we cannot be defined

By these names that were given to us – 

As if one word could ever capture

The subtle and delicate interplay of forces

That gives you your shape and makes you beautiful.

We’ve been here a thousand times before – 

Been called so many things – but in the next life,

I think I would prefer it if we came back

As two stars, blazing in a galaxy

As yet uncharted; shining our light

Across the limitless universe, and knowing

In our silence – we are simply that.

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