Rainfall

These poems fall like raindrops most mornings. They are born out of meditation and they are dedicated to Rupert Woodhouse a yound soldier who died at Ypres.

The cloak of many colours

All the hiding and excuses are now fading in the mist. As the path it clears before you and you pursue your souls deep wish.

A time of contradictions

It’s a time of contradictions, the past and future all in line. It is hard to keep on doing, what you’ve been doing all this time.

Being born again

There will be choices and mistakes, and in your progress many breaks. But what will never, ever dim, is that haunting memory of Him.

Birds wing

Now’s the time to face the future, to bite the bullet, make amends. To live in harmony with nature, and see challenges as friends.
Cherry

Blessed are the peacemakers

Peace lies beneath each conflict, deep within each heart and soul. It is the point of our existence, Our universal. Final goal.

Past lives

Past lives are not illusions that rise at dawn and fade at dusk They’re the footsteps of creation, our lineage in dust.

Fine line

Free will can be an engine, the power and the fuel. Or a deeply trodden furrow, from a never ending duel.

The New Year

There are lines within creation sometimes shining, sometimes dim. That connect us all to heaven and point to the truth within.

Is there a point?

In truth your words are travelers between your world and mine. They’re neither gifts. nor servants they’re on loan from the Divine.

Rupert

There’s a purpose to this venture, to inform and to uplift. I never managed in my lifetime, to share my poets gift.

I have a little secret

But I feel the words approaching from a place that’s far away. As if they’re marching on a journey and they’re going to have their say.

It's the handle on your door

Once your journey it has started, let your eyes their beauty shine. For their light brings hope and purpose and a joy that’s beyond time.

The secret's in the packing

The skill is in selecting all those things you must forgive. And facing all those feelings, that have long held you captive.

The hour glass

There is a gentle shudder, as they all return His gaze. For they all have deep within them, the soft imprint of His face.

Gremlins

They question and they snigger from their standpoint on the ground. They beam up their heat of judgement, bid me turn the flight around.

Take in the forms of nature

It’s the physical bombardment that is wearing to the core. The constant chatter on the cellphone, the white noise I just abhor.

The purpose of mankind?

As you look within this cobweb of energy and light. You can see the cosmos turning within this wonderous sight.

Eternity

Trust in the endless, timeless state from which our world began. Trust in the unique contribution made by the soul in man.

The boatman and the boat

But the boatman he is patient he’ll wait till your life’s end. And if you don’t manage the lesson, he’ll bring you back again.

You place yourself within the water

You are standing on the mountainside side, the river to your left. You are empty and you’re hungry and you’re feeling quite bereft.

Is there colour in the darkness?

Is there colour in the darkness? Are there pinks and blues and greens? In your cells and in your substance, colour lives in vibrant streams.

Deep rivers of discomfort

Deep rivers of discomfort are washing cross your bones. You are feeling quite unhappy and want to be alone.

You place hope within their hands - ode to a mediator

So you’re gentle as you place it on the table, like a gift. That you place before the parties’. Could it help them heal their rift?

The elements of life

Is the pupose of this passage, just to cross the stream of life? To place one foot before the other and to deal with any strife?

When you gather in My name

When you gather, I am there, not in My body to be fair. You need to close your eyes to see. Open your senses to what’s Me.

This rock of time

Some rocks will crumble into sand, hurl you ‘neath flood level. You realise you’ve spent your time, dancing with the devil.

Three gifts

You have three gifts at your disposal, your body, your spirit and mind. If you want to achieve your potential make sure that those gifts are aligned.

The Green Room

As you step into the spotlight, let the shadows fall behind.

Waste of space

So this circle, in a circle, and this sphere within a sphere. Is the encapsulation of all that you hold dear.

Is your muse heading home?

A partnership with spirit, is like embroidery thread. Brilliant strands of colour, or a portrait of a head?

When looking in the mirror

You’re tumbling and you’re falling through rivulets of rhyme, You see the world in couplets, rhythm beating out each line.

There’s still water in the well

The old prophets have a story, that they still wish to tell. Death doesn’t broker silence, there’s still water in the well.