(2013)
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
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
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.
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;