Watching the snowflakes

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
as I listen to, or am bombarded by, the eternal ringing in my ears

Silence is an impossible dream

Watching the leaves in spring stretch and yawn
Watching the rose petals romance the world
Watching the beautiful deaths colour the postcards
Watching the snowflakes’ individualities show us how

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
and here I sit crunching ginger biscuits

Silence is an impossible dream

Artificial Atmosphere of Civilization

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Listen to, breathe in and taste the pungent
where once music sang amongst the trees
where once the air invigorated
where once eating was real
and where each was once one’s own mind
but now
in this time of greed, futile deaths, global one-upmanships & scaremongerings
and the religious balloonings of creation
we are surrounded
by an artificial atmosphere of civilization
where trees are shrouded in tentacles of grease and darkness; their songs all but forgotten
where our lungs are attacked on a daily basis; antibodies scream in disgust
where chemical wrapped food tastes of food wrapped chemicals; painful temptation encroaches
and where what we think, what we are and what we believe is no longer ours …

in this artificial atmosphere of civilization, where only the perfect make the shelf

; sorrow begets perfection begets sorrow

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With thanks to Achilles Daunt for giving me the title

Love’s trusting peace

How the sun gives birth to shadow
How the stars give birth to night
How the trees give birth to beauty
and this soul gives birth to life

The jigsaw path within the forest
is there created by both light and shadow
See how beautiful are the leaves
as their autumn shades of death and rebirth fall
to begin a new picture of life’s journey
as the trees reach up towards the stars of love’s trusting peace

Oh how this life is so easily birthed
Oh how it fights to breathe
Oh how the shadows from the sun
embrace this thing within …

… my eternal dying flame

The curse of it all

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To reflect upon it all
is to grow heavy
weary
under the onslaught of her silence

and like a bee to the purple
like a shadow to the moon
like a shimmer from reflected grace
the truth will blind us soon

When once there was a seedling
When once there was a smile
When once there shined a coal-black eye
Thine fervent beauty came alive

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To hear the tune of it all
is to grow feathers
wings
under the onslaught of her wisdom

and like a finger to the ‘bow
like a bird to the nest
like a light from distant shores
the truth will come to rest

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A spiritual distance of starlight
shines the love of angels
upon the hearts of those
who write the same song

Being Human: My second book of little thoughts is on sale now :)

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Hello everyone, it is a very happy day today. I took delivery of my new collection of little thoughts, which includes …

If a butterfly can change the weather
then our smiles can change the world

Deep in the twin souls of one
is where shadows go to become the sun

Freedom comes from loving what is

The book is available to buy here at Lulu.com where you’ll also find my first book, Silence Happens, which includes …

As a leaf falls, know this Earth is not ours

When in pain, think of the reason
for this could be the cure

Skin talks in colour
when it should talk in love

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Thank you all for visiting and following my blog. You are all very much appreciated and if you want to read more about me, please click here to read my interview with a journalist from the biggest-selling regional evening newspaper in Britain.

Thank you! 😀

Silence Happens

When I walk along my local canal I sometimes head up along the old railway track which, in part, goes through Smestow Valley Nature Reserve. I usually see little footpaths skirting away here and there and always thought to wander along them one day.

I didn’t intend to go very far today because I wanted to write and so I started off by having a cup of coffee at Cupcake Lane tearoom which is a new place along the railway situated in the old station building. I took my book out to read for a while and when I’d finished my coffee I had a feeling to go for a walk instead so I packed it all away and off I went.

I am very glad I did because I found a place which sums up one of my little quotes from my first self-published book, Silence Happens, available here; “Silence happens, because the Earth needs to breathe“. It was really very peaceful and next time I visit there I shall take my camera instead of using my phone, although I think the photos have come out not too bad for a camera phone 🙂

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