Five entries, one winner

I am happy to say that this morning I have randomly selected a winner for a free copy of my book, Being Human. I wrote down all your names, cut them up and shook them up and hey presto the winner is …


Congratulations!!:) If you use this contact form to give me your address I’ll send the book to you:)


Now, I am little underwhelmed by the response. Admittedly I don’t get many visits here but with over 900 followers I thought perhaps a few more people would like a free book. I tweeted the competition and that tweet had 466 views yet still only five entries.

If I could afford it I would send a copy of the book to each of you who entered, but I can’t do that just yet.


Congratulations once more to slottering!!😀

Slottering, if you are out there, you still haven’t claimed your free book!

The day our paths crossed

There is something magical in the blossom of you
for as you rest your smile
your perfume meanders its way
upon warm currents of imagination
where, in the August sunshine, your soul reaches out
to infiltrate my solitude

And there, in the undress of your heart
the blossom of you opens
to reveal the secret of your perfume
for it is intoxication of the purest form
and when I breathe you in
you inhabit the cracks of my earth
and there you plant your roots
to remain a memory
of the day our paths crossed

Universal love


Before we can know and be at one with the beauty of universal Love

we must first come to learn how to love Humanity, Nature and Oneself



The paintbrush does the work
while the paper acquiesces
to become the soul
and there we see the fundamentality of stuff
we see, all around us, the art and poetry of things

Take away the trees and the sky
the mountains and rivers
the buildings, roads and the disturbances
Take away all the colours
the sounds, the smells, the voices
and listen to the void
listen to it

Listen to it

Feel your heartbeat echo
feel it and listen to its pain

now step into the empty
touch the umbilical
feel the blood raging to create
walk forwards, take your paintbrush
dip it into the rage

and see if you can do better

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

Worlds within worlds


On worlds within worlds within worlds
this leaf of passion rests
where within its slender whole
there are worlds within worlds within worlds

and so like a fly
with wings so fragile, so beautiful
there is an eternity of awe
of these worlds within worlds within worlds

Thine distant call of shadowed reach
does match this soul’s most ardent heat

Ripples, like the breath of memory
skim the surface songs of nature’s cry
kissing the rough pastures to plough
worlds within worlds within worlds

and so like a magpie
with wings so colourful in their darkness, so beautiful
there is a feeling of desire
for these worlds within worlds within worlds

I am thine dust
thou art mine


we have to give up the possibility
of ever finding the words to describe
what it feels like to be human

Who would choose to be one?

Despondent the snow falls
as the heat of teeth
bathe in the blood of cruelty
and yet the snow falls
with its unrelenting spirit of fragile strength
to give the ducts of emotion their freedom

we choose the wrong path
where under the magnifying light
we burn our souls

Would we choose if we could feel
the ice and the fire
before we engage creation’s Neptune?

As a gong is struck
it sends shivers of calm to all who hear it
to all who feel it
to all who listen within
and to all who are deaf
the gong still sounds

along the path of light
there is only darkness
so feel the sky as you walk

I would choose to be human
for within each moment there is a happiness
all we have to do is listen for it and smile
In every breath of sunlight there is a kiss waiting for our souls
so feel that embrace and smile again

and yet, sometimes
in the grand scheme of things
we are all children
just children

Life is not a guarantee of life
only that you are alive
if you want life
step outside and breathe
where love is simply the dust of a thousand rainbows
painted as a butterfly’s soul
held together within a framework of intricate and infinite love

so sometimes

just smile