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

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.