Monday, November 25, 2013

hit with truth

(I wrote this quite a long time ago)

whatever made sense before
makes both no sense anymore and yet it does
only after time has passed.

the heart was bruised, stabbed
and then run over by a truck. 
In the hours of despair the heart waited alone
first aid was applied: stitches put in and some taken out
carefully over a period of days.

the heart spoke:
it was not the other but you
who trampled on yourself dear friend
you had forgotten
you had ignored that part that was aware
the part that tried to tell you it was you all along.

inadvertently you
hurt yourself blindly and here we are.
don't look so surprised
we have tried talking to you
you said 'hit me with truth' and it was done.

the heart weeps
the heart bleeds with sorrow because it is true: 
to know the pain is by our own hands.
the world is not as it was.
security is gone. only that which is yet unknown remains.
glued together with the shards of old.
it is no comfort.

fear and rage are companions of your choosing.
you put them there dear one.
you invited them along out of sheer ignorance.
only you can say goodbye to them.
at any time.
your life is yours. in any shape or form.

for the love of goat

The pace of life moves along quickly. Before you know it things have happened. If nothing has happened then it's time to revisit things. Why not have some fun? Things are serious enough as it is. What are you up to right now?

In my case: I have been working on a new project because I fell over it. It jumped out at me while I was working on a crazy lampshade with knitted stuff for an open day of my local craft group. I have been drawing on crockery ever since the 'aha' befell me. It's plates, tea cups, coffee mugs, espresso cups and even a teapot that I have doodled with my goaties. In case you missed it: I'm a goat herder.

So after the goatie mayhem cranked up I sold all my ware on the open day! There were orders put in and I found myself drawing more crazy goaties. Knitting goaties, skipping rope goats, hugging goats, guitar playing goats; I decided the next step was a website and going to a market. The website will go live in the next few days.

So much to my surprise I will be having a stand at the next Milton Market which is Saturday the 7th of December. It's bound to be fun and busy! Come and see us and share a cup of tea.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Story telling

Midway through the story
we pause.
Try and rewind but no.
The story stops for certain.
What continuation there is
is simply what passes as time.

Segments. Phrases.
Blobs of words. Appear. Die. Live.
It's hard to say nowadays.

Letting words fall where they may.
Silence is my better friend.
All the shouting and screaming that went on
might as well have been in vain as the thoughts that raced before them.
Choosing the non-word seems sensible. Not even the visual,
not the sleep, not the sound. What remains, is. But what is it?

What does silence feel like?
What does it actually say?

Monday, April 1, 2013

easter matter

Less and less
is there a need for rituals
the refinement of existing in this place
is enough to move and be in joy.

The firmer the desire for anchoring
oneself to a requirement,
the more solely it serves the purpose of ego and false safety.
Quietude is the only thing that really sustains.

Listen to the space that envelops.
The stardust that whispers sweet nothings.
No easter egg can hold the richness
and the vastness of the Being discovered.

The easter bunny disappeared in the distance.
The cross that was borne is long cast.
A story unwritten only matters
as it newly takes shape in the soul right now.

No need to follow anywhere.
No need to set standards, hold a banner or tighten a grip.
If anything...
it's all done. It's all been. It becomes again as you wish it.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

today is the day

I consider every day to be the most important.
When cuddling my cat I hear her musings of content.
She only cares to be loved, to be warm, to be fed.
Simplicity and serenity lie in the arms of friendship. 

Being happy with what is
and rejoicing the love that is with us, today.
Some blessings are eternal, some are fleeting.
Whether we can find a friend or not: remember to purr every day.

Monday, February 18, 2013

The rustling

Pulled and pushed and adjusted
my center of being was muffled and condensed.
Only in sleep could I return
to desired solitude to rest.

I waited for clarity to come
and no solution came.
No messenger in day
no sense at night.

To simply act without a cause
seems relentlessly sad and stupid.
I watch mostly as days unfold
Yet speak my mind as I see it.

What wish have I
which direction to pursue in longer days.
Once again I listen and enjoy the spaces
the in-betweens stretching out, unseen.

I cannot see yet I can feel a rustling.
The nearing of truth is what will do.
Skulking shadows of what was me lurk still.
I stand in the grass. Waiting for the reminder to return.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

the silence

words being said
that might as well have been unspoken
in the air, waiting and halted

erased by being obsolete
the story matters
more then the grammar.

I have chosen to wait
it can be more useful
to not say anything
but let the thought sit quietly

then softly
there's a breath of word released
a sound of being expressed
the tender unfolding of speech.

the sentences become
flowing in song
fluffy as goat hair
loving in caress once more.

Monday, November 12, 2012

the bridge

There is a bridge
but instead of one there are many
and you can cross as many as you want
at the same time in the same space
in the same timezone
all at once

The bridge of swords
is a pledge to self to grow
to aspire to learning, being, rediscovering
it becomes simple once you decide
to 'lose the mind' and follow the heart

In the becoming of you
which is simply a bigger version
of who you you thought you were before
the download increases
and the anticipated Mayan calendar of ending
is replaced by truth,
your old reality replaced by a bigger one
to see straight through every version
and your discernment increases

look not just around you
but you might as well look inside you
cleaning up your old homework
releasing what does not serve you
and embracing what truly is
is the only thing that will matter to you

The bridge of swords
is the bridge of souls
becoming entwined and remembering abilities
forgotten, long ago
when you were here before.

Now you're back you are
an honored guest
you find scrolls inside you will read
and weep at the memory of what was
yet find what has now arrived.

Aspire to not the quest
not the thought
but the love abounding.
No need to run, to chase after anything.
It's all here right now in this place.

There you are.
Hello good friend.
We are here together
on the bridge
in all directions.

Walk while we meet up once more.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

the turkeys

In the light
the male turkeys dance
they prance and jest, they fluff and huff loudly
until one has had enough and turns round, dashing off
to some food that looks interesting
or to monitor a chook that is scurrying for worms

the lady turkeys
are busy too, two are nesting,
one other is young and restless
and one is recovering from a ferret wound
yet all reside in the green, looking happy
being together

in the here and now
where food is abundant and company plentiful
peace reigns
and the male turkeys gobble
looking up at the sun
shaking their feathers
poking up their fluffy bums to the sky

Monday, October 29, 2012


Did you feel it?
The memo I sent you?
That I love you.
Now and always.
My heart is your heart.

Our hearts are connected to the
Global Heart that is beating.
Hurting. Crying. Celebrating. Growing. Expanding.
A heart can do many things.
It beats evermore. It remembers.

Did you get the memo
that I intend to spread my love around?
Not like the old days
where you were suspected of betrayal in doing so,
but of sharing the heart, generating the
power of the heart
uploading the wisdom we all share
together in the Wholesome Heart?

The heart is strong
The heart is wise.
It will tell tales from truth
It will follow it's own strength
of you.
Of me.
Of all hearts. In time to come.