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WRITING.

Here you will find a plethora of writing in the form of poems, musings, proverbs, or stories that I have penned down over the years.

Writing has an important role in my life, and I think of it as a powerful tool for creative expression, healing & communication.

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  • "Sir, may I ask, exactly what it is you are doing..?"

  • "Well, my friend, I am crystalising the maxim of God's Will."

Pen-man-ship

… And when this great play of Life
… comes to what we might call ‘An End’

We are left naked, exposed,
and we enjoy the innocence

The raw, undisturbed feeling
of the frailty of Life

our clothes evaporate
our speech dissolves
and it is only anguish, transformed
into a deep cherishing of Life
and its moments:

To Love, to love earnestly,
completely, and fully,
in all of Life’s moments

To hear the whisper of eternity
but to know, this moment is a gift

That glance into the Universe of
another’s eyes.
The intimacy of that moment.
Pure potential. Pure creativity.

A glance and the moment is gone.
Gone, but never lost. Stored, forever,
in the chamber of hearts.

  • Her energy is deep, like Mother Earth. It rises within me something unexplainable.

  • Lemurian beauty. A beautiful wa. Wahine of the ocean. Warm and loving. Deep, like the caves and caverns of the great sea.

  • It must start within, with the spirit, that then forms the body, the eyes, and its speech.

  • Just be.

  • I descend
    to the root
    the humble home
    of the
    Earth Dweller

    I rise
    to the heart
    the wide abode
    of the
    spiritual personage

    I soar
    to the heavens
    of the crown
    the magnificent seat
    of the
    One.

  • True blessings exist now.
    It is now that they exist.
    A blessing, a blessing, a blessing.
    Now, it exists.

    There is no time but now
    it is only now that exists
    the tenet, the tenet, the tenet
    only now does it exist

  • There is something
    within
    deep within

    It has been stirring
    for ages

    stirring, stirring

    it speaks an
    ancient tongue
    it knows you

    it began before
    time
    time, time
    it began

    it roared from
    the depths
    its silence
    became form

    it is within you

    Speak the unspoken
    words
    believe in it
    live it
    breath it

    take charge of
    your destiny
    ride the ever swell
    to infinity and
    beyond

  • All I see is myself, everywhere.

  • Return to the Mother, she awaits you.

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To those I have not yet met,
may the fortune and opportunity
be upon us both
to firm into existence
the wonderful bond that
we already share
for God has foretold
we shall mix our molecules
and create something together

May it be divine,
and stupendous,
and delightfully good,
in the eyes of the One
we create for
and for the betterment
of those around us
and the Earth we inhabit

Each day is a grand miracle,
an opportunity to evolve
a mystical moment in time,
designed by us, for us,
to grow into something new.

like a grand rose, prostrating
and then elevating into the sky
Towering tall like the beauty it is

Remembering itself to itself,
its true and only Self,
the Wise One.

like the eagle, Soaring through
the sky, elevated, elated at its
wondrous view. Thunderous applause
from the fantasy around,
as the fantasy within comes to Life
and meets the physical with poise.

Playfully predated, before its time,
yet of it, for it is here,
and All shall remember its
subtlety, in the silent moments,
in the grand moments, and in
the eyes of the child, who
knows it so well.

Upon us All is greatness, to rise
and meet it, and watch it
descend to the Earthly realm,
for the Heartbeat of the Mother
guides us. Beneath us. She calls,
and above us, she falls.

Together in a great womb of Love.
Safely held in the Mother’s Arms.
A peace upon us All, upon us All,
a Peace.

Her gaze extends into realms unseen
A mystery with no end
despite and beyond her,
I am still here

The depth of her mystery
penetrates me.
It slices through, yet has no feeling.
It is weightless, meaningless
it is everything, and nothing

I fall into a deep well
Free of space & time
Her gaze haunts me
Her eyes destroy me 
Her movement decapitates me.
No mind. No head. No eyes.
No face. No Soul.
Just breathe. Just the breeze.
Just the silence and the ashes. 

The tingle of my spine reminds me
I am here.

Will she ever be seen,
Will she ever arrive,
or depart, or take part.
It’s a mystery to me.

A whisper blows
into an Apple
An Apple became a voice
into the blue,
I went, and out came
a golden Tiger
full of life
and free from death
for the grasps that had me
simply left

Breath and believe
it is All here,
now

Here it is,
now, and I

Seek me, to find you
here, I am

She is my first experience
of God
the first thing
I ever knew

The first taste
of something new
the only thing
I ever knew

She is
the other side
my only ride
the first in time

My other half
she makes me laugh
I always knew
it was you

Pain leaves me
as smooth as
a dandelion
floating in the
breeze

She is The Mother
She is The Earth
She falls to save them
Her children

By Holy means
she wears the mask
she fools them all
Her merry laugh

The children, the infants,
the small ones,

They are Her.

They sprung forth from Her.
they seek Her
She presents herself to them.

by damaged means
she repeats
she repeats

And all is well.

Across the water
two worlds
stare
at each other

A bliss is felt

An ever-lasting
Bliss. A peace
forever

Pieces, and pieces
make up
a full crown

Enthroned
is my Love

  • His eyes softened in their presence.

  • He was reminded of who he was.

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I create spaces for you to dance in
it’s just a whisper

I compromise
for you to seek freedom

There is nothing like my arms
There is nothing like my hands
It is your Home

It is clean
It is pure

Only that remains
When you come home
from a long,
long day

I am here

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Like a flair
in the night
many will come
to dance across your space

But none,
will ever fill the void
of the moonless
Eclipse

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A memoir to Earth
in times of peril
look up
and remember

You are a child
of the Holy Sun
forever, forever, you
shall live

fear not, for fear
itself is only a breathe
of fresh air
on a haunted day
deciding which way to look

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Sing the song.
The song of life.
Sing the song you came to sing.
Sing it loud.
Sing it soft,
But sing it none the less.

  • Humility is like a fig on a tree.

  • It does not know how truly beautiful it is.

I will find you wherever you are
on this Earth

& love you 
for you are beauty, personified 

You know me, that’s how I am, always a smile on my face when I can 

  • Deeper into my heart, I thrust.

  • Silence is the truest form of truth 

  • How far away are you from the Truth? Come in. Find me. I Am the only One here.

  • When it appears the flame of a candle has flickered out, it takes one with the eyes to see, to sense the flame still exists.

LIFE CHOICES.

We always have a choice.
The choice is ours indeed
It calls to us always 
Will I listen? 

Taking action creates action
Creates movement and energy
A choice, results in something 

Life is full of choices
Left or Right, Up or Down
In or Out, Her or Him? 

How we respond to the truth
Stored deep in our heart 
Is the true test of a choice 

The choice leads your life
So choose what is true to You
for it is Your life
And your choice.

The mountain seat.

And here I am
Emerged in beauty
The kind that encourages the heart
To smile 

Amongst the trees
A gentle breeze
Rocks my soul
To sleep

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She purs in the silence 
the rain patters on
Carvings, enlargen my pupil 
dislocating a reality
trodden on
Ancient places holding frequencies
Memories
A place for the soul
A soul for the place
Ah-men

Bali, June 2024.

Rice fields and wagging trees.

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Could get used to it.
Plenty of opportunity here.

Ask, and ye shall receive. 

it is a conversation with life
that yields the experience of love,
and the guidance 
that brings us home. 

We each come with a purpose, 
and God is eagerly awaiting us to 
begin the dance to remember 
what it is.

Drishti.

A Gaze from a master 
Staring into eternity 
Pearls of wisdom with no name

I am overwhelmed by nothing
By nothing at all
It sees me, but does not appear 

For there is nothing there
It is hollow indeed
Hollow and full of love

For this is the truth
Of that tantalising gaze
The truth 
The truth 
The truth 

Inspired by a video of Tat Wale Babaji

NOTEBOOK.

Tread lightly. Listen.
Let the ocean speak.
Time will fly, so go slow.
Breath & relax.
Be with the Earth and the ancient
spirit of the place.