Somtimes.

… sometimes … no words come through the gloom of our burning mountains, causing the deep red glow of evensong …sometimes… the mind wonders to find a better place, and the breeze tugs gently on the trees, coolness lifts the spirit, and there I am thinking of you my dearest, escaping the heat and the…

Energy of the moon.

The moon is bright against the dark mountains, clouds give it a halo, energy throbs in the cool air, my brain suddenly turns this light energy into thoughts of a world in equilibrium, people understanding, living in harmony, celebrating there samenesses and their differences, coexisting with all the other animals and plants that keep life…

The Swallow

Still … close, a flash in the corner of my mind, racing circles in the blue sky, scimming over fynbos, playing in the colours of my mind, as a child hides, rushes forward carrying a small case, he moves on anxiously over the cratered  land, face bewildered, full of fear, he seas other children, joins…

A summer prayer.

the moon is huge and bright in the dark night sky, as we pray for peace on Earth, Love and understanding for all, an end to poverty let all be equal as God made us to be, let the earth recover from our greed, not just on this special day, but always and forever more.…

What if…

Originally posted on Rethinking Life:
What if…we are more than we seem to be? What if…when we kill other living beings, we are killing ourselves? What if…other living beings are here to help us but our gigantic ego riddled brains, won’t allow us to see that? What if…we admit that nothing is as it seems?…

Beautiful

Originally posted on kanzen sakura:
Beautiful My once dainty hands became ugly. Blisters from handling hell hot saute pans, Cuts from too swift knife work, My little finger permanently out of joint, Mishapen, arthritic and painful on cold days. Ugly brown scars from blisters burst And reformed, A long scar from a knife… All the…

In nature…

One step follows quickly after the other, as I walk down the road into the park, full of trees, grasses, proteas and other indiginous plant life, with the wise old grags of grey surrounding me, and I do not stop, one step after the next I walk through this wilderness, in awe; thrilled, time far…