(2014)
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
