On topology II.

Shyly the sun peaks out between houses, flickering through the huge old tree, warming me, as I sit watching it start its daily journey; growing in the spirit of this hot summers day.

Natures song

and if I feel a song rizing through the cool mist bringing sustenance to the parched world around my cooled smiling face, then I know that my garden and I are twining into a soul world of song and dance, and I feel the soul rise as the leaves begin to perk up from their…

Bare feet

Walking a rhythm, no shoes on my feet, I begin to pick up thoughts feel the life pulsing upward, as I plant myself perfectly still, feeling wisdom, hearing the breeze whispering through the leaves and I stand at attention drinking in our dwindling natuarl world, seeing a consummate manifestation of the universe rich, but troubled.


The breaze russels the leaves of the great tree, I sit under the tree, listening, looking out at the mirage hovering at the horison, drinking in the mystic rhythms of the tree’s ecosystem in the steamy coolness of the midday sun, as I slowly doze off into infinity.

Concrete tears.

The tree stands between two house, pushing in on it, causing it to be trimmed further back, having its sides shaved, it is drowning in concrete , leaves fallin in anquish as pests attack, leaving black tears running down ancient growth, slowly blocking this great store of wisdom.

Pruning towards wisdom

I push on through the undergrowth of a huge tree, slowly opening up the way cutting away dead growth and bringing light to this struggling giant, then just sitting in its great shade, letting my feat and hands feel the energy of the wisdom held in this great tree, hoping that this wisdom is not…

Tree whispers

Deap in the organic exitement of life sacred conversations between trees, looking after the equalibrium of their ecosystem, exchaning information organic materials, warnings, elements, whispers of the universe.

Seeds of the universe.

The seeds lie before me, etching out our torrid past, different colours and sizes; waiting to explode their wisdom, our histories, waiting to enter the ground feal the sacred waters, blossom into the crops of life, invigorating the tired earth, we eat, see the green, conserve the seed of our ancesters, and envision our little…

Our soul song.

and the music is deep inside, moving with a geat current, building into our universe, us two here in isolation being happy creating a cheese cake together and our music grows deep down inside, as we smile and ask for more.

The moon and I

This light and I write deep into the dark of night, while the moon slowly peeps through the silhouetted branches of a tree, slowly I look up catching the near full moon, lighting the moody tree tiredness receedes into the soul of the poem.