My jewish, palestinian brother who is love…
Easter Rising
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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
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 …..
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
ecco l’uomo
My child, my gurgling son – become the man at my shoulder.