Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
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…
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
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
