Another poem…somewhat more light hearted called the ‘Ascended Masters’ :-)

Thoughts flooding, bouncing off the pale ceiling. The fluorescent light does its best to bring illumination. But the true light arcs towards the pitch placed seating. Holding vessels, beings, bottles of bright white consciousness. One such being scratches his head, consults with the highest powers of the universe and asks cordially for the toilet. Another … Continue reading Another poem…somewhat more light hearted called the ‘Ascended Masters’ πŸ™‚

A Poem of Hope for those rebuilding their lives after Grenfell Tower, and to those who came together to help

The Rainbow It once soared towards the heavens, but gasped for fresh air. Placed as a cat amongst the pigeons, or should I say a pigeon amongst the cats. The fat cats, spoiled and pampered pusses with their broad coattails and pot bellies. This so called pigeon, clothed in the most unremarkable rags that belied … Continue reading A Poem of Hope for those rebuilding their lives after Grenfell Tower, and to those who came together to help

The Truth about the tree, my life…and the truth itself

We hear about the texture of a well-worn tree, its jagged lines, the twists and gyres of the bark, and the peaks of its ridges and indentations. Yet for all this apparent splendour and wisdom we never question the validity of the information presented. We doubt the veracity of our own innate thoughts, feelings and … Continue reading The Truth about the tree, my life…and the truth itself