21 July 2007

My Rock

Getting up early
in the morning

meditation

is my rock

upon which

the waves of self concern

play themselves out


Crashing, Bashing

Sucking, Pulling

Swirling and Whirling

Twisting and Turning

Foaming, Spraying


Somewhere in their deep dark

depths emotions dwell

their menace covered by the

surface noise



[05 Aug 06]

02 July 2007

Dear Tess


















We touched

Hands, eyes, feet
Breath, chest, heart


In the fire

And in the sweat

On the earth
And in the air


Reaching angels

And drawing tears


Bodies close before

Although parted now


The dance goes on!



[27 June 2007]