My jewish, palestinian brother who is love…
Easter Rising
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Monthly Archives: March 2013
A Winter’s Tale
..he was brought low,
Burning in the bride bed of love, in the whirl-
Pool at the wanting centre, in the folds
Of paradise, in the spun bud of the world.
And she rose with him flowering in her melting snow
Word Existing Beyond Time
“There are three principles in a man’s being and life, the principle of thought, the principle of speech, and the principle of action” Martin Buber
“everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.” Neils Bohr
Bion’s womb of ideas, with matter combined
The kennel of fact, the fountain of mind
Tear out aborted materialist and atheist
the Hitlerite, Stalinist, Pol-Pot and Mauist
who’s arrogance conceives to unloose disdain
That insatiably lonely black dog of despair
Be our source the star-chamber of light
Flowing, lithe-limbed
green-golden delight
Mindful, caressing
moltenly longing
Drops coalescing
For, they wander in packs, do our thoughts
And their dress and attire is the word
.. and thought, clothed as word makes the deed
Rain
Water retains the structure of it’s origins. Each droplet is unique. Water is the essence of life. From droplets we are formed, and to the sea we flow.
Angel’s daydream
The unconscious life ripples the surface which is our mind. If an Angel is more than an archetype then why not for them also …..
Thought, word and deed
They wander in packs, do our thoughts
And their dress and attire is the word
bon mot
logical logo
But the cutest dress of pure pink
May cover the mortuary’s stink
Cobwebbed quantum snowflakes
Rippling reality’s rockpool
Twin, cousin spin
and great-aunt antonym
Giggling cuddles then cut you dead
Its a police state mate
I’m a compassionate loving atheist
A one-woman anima animal
They wander in packs, do our thoughts
And their dress and attire is the word
and the thought clothed as word makes the deed
Warp and Weft
It’s knit one and pearl one my darling
The pattern’s a smile for your skin
A pulled-over fabric for living
Whose weft is the kith of your kin
Don’t look away now as i ravel
The knots of the skein of my strife
Don’t leave me alone as i travel
The stumbling first steps of this life
I’m here right inside you, as sister and mother
Im here right beside you, here with our brother
The centre cannot hold (so they say)
But its us, we and love, that is truth
So its knit one and pearl one my darling
You must work out your pattern of loving
To fill your vortex of loneliness
With the ocean of joy that is life
The Last Dance
Gib deine Hand, du schön und zart Gebild!
Bin Freund, und komme nicht, zu strafen.
Sei gutes Muts! ich bin nicht wild,
Sollst sanft in meinen Armen schlafen