Other Poetry


YOU and I

When I was the dust in sunlight

Rolling across the room, 

Know that you were the sun behind me, 

Willing me to scatter. 


And when I spread like the breath of morning mist,

You were the one who breathed it -

Raining good sense on the old

Flowers we planted. 


When I was the wave crashing against the cliffs, 

You were the wind above blowing me - 

Knowing below, we'd find a bright future

In the colourful corals of deep. 


And when my thin branch in this tree of life

Strained under the weight of a caged bird, 

You sent some thunder to shake me - 

Setting the eagle free.


When I was the spark creating the night fire

You were the stone from which I ignited - 

Wrapping me in your starry blanket of love, 

Our warm hearts squeezed into the moon. 


And when I was the moth, madly flying around the candle,

You were the voice that whispered through the flame - 

"Turn toward the darkness of your fears - 

The real light you seek, is behind them". 



The Beginning... And The End.


When water started its journey from the well, that wasn’t the beginning -

And reaching seas and oceans, was not the end.


Existence is like looking at a multicoloured, two faced spinning coin. Identifying a face or colour, is like finding the end point of a circle.

Observing existence helps to comprehend it, yet it’s impossible to fully understand - creating voids for theories, religions and philosophies to conquer. 

The reality is; In every spin of the coin there is a start but never 'the beginning'... An ending but never 'the end'.

The past was the future, the future will be the past - and the present is a place they enter and leave, leave and enter... yet never meet.


Everything is changing but the change. 


Evidently - In the beginning - was the end.



 The Visit


From a tight room in the womb, to the unlimited.

Sheltered under a shoulder, protected by loving arms,

Senses soaked in the limitlessness, vision fenced it.

As I was looking out, the outside travelled within.

What a puzzle.


Waves of love, hate, joy, sadness, life and death

Occupied rooms in me.

It was havoc! Was I all of these things?

Who was I? Where did I stand?

Did I have choices?


Years passed before the realisation emerged;

If I have a room for anger and sadness, the outside will claim it

If I have a room for war or peace, the outside will seed it.

And if I have a room for life and happiness, the outside will nourish it.


The goal was apparent;

Have no rooms but one place –

Called LOVE.



Death of a Snowman


Scissors shred history’s fine grey hair.

Childhood memories drift in snippets, landing with a silent thud.


Worn out snow angels frame geometric paintings

Carved in the snow floor by excited little feet.

Laughter housed inside puffs of icy breath traveled with small hands

Rolling crystals within crystals, snow within snow.

Patting and molding with numb arched hands,

Finished in a glaze of a thousand fingerprints.


He stood proud star gazing, guarding the full moon.

As the sun shrank the night and the moon sank into day,

He bowed to her rays, pearly sweat paving the way back

To where it all began.

...The present brushed the memories away,

And with a smile I understood;


He has gone, but the essence remains within. 



Silent Wonder


Waist deep in snow, I long to leap out into the dust – faceless.

In the distance a tree holds five moons full.

Meditating with a cloud in one hand and a tornado in the other I wonder,

Are those that run from silence scared of duality’s completion?


Dawn’s silence delivers screaming sunlight - midwifed by the horizon,

Night’s silence sparkles to the stars drumming ether.

“Hush now” said the space inside zero,

Why be afraid of the madness within your silent sanity?