like the sun shone

for you

Tag: Humanity

Freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in the something within us

I believe
we can be better than yesterday

I believe
pain comes when it is needed

I believe
in the realization of being

I believe
another word for peace is chaos

I believe
chaos is another word struggle

I believe
we have yet to find the four corners of our jigsaw

I believe
in love’s natural state of naked awareness

I believe
the skin of age is equal to the trickle of knowledge

I believe
in the scent of passion

I believe
that one day, we shall accept our failings

I believe
freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in you

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After the Rain YouTube

Here’s a recording of me reading me 🙂 Five poems from After the Rain.

After the Rain

After the Rain

My book, After the Rain, is now available at Barnes & Noble, Lulu and Amazon for the price of £7.50. The book contains over 100 poems of Love, Nature, Humanity, Romance and Passion.

Thank you for your continued support.

Overwhelm of desire

We look upon such things
the way a candle looks upon the shadow

Wanting to illuminate it?
to take away the fear of it?
to become it?
to suppress it?

We look upon such things
with a desire, to overwhelm it
with ourselves

The Heart of Things

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Peace comes from within
where in the heart of things
there beats a solitary tear
a single droplet of hope
crying for unity

Peace for us all

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Universal love

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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

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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

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