Mysteriously they revel in their own broken dreams
Mysteriously they revel in their own broken dreams The chaos of life makes way For the C L A R I T Y Of Death . The first line is a saying… the rest… a response…
Mysteriously they revel in their own broken dreams The chaos of life makes way For the C L A R I T Y Of Death . The first line is a saying… the rest… a response…
Roadside Chats (22) It’s good to be back at Deep Song. I value the support & aroha I’ve received since my visit to the hospital. In the solitude of the upper Wakamarina Valley emails are cherished. My memory remains clear.…
28 It’s the small man who overcomes The way of the small is the way of service. I’m a tiny piece of a gigantic jigsaw; yet, I sense my connection to the All. The big man (or big woman) walks…
27 Live from the centre, not the circumference I circle the essential. The essential is who I am; yet infinitely greater than little me. It lives me. It dreams me. I know it most fully when I drop beneath the…
‘Because God needs the whim of a 14 year old girl’ Mary had a little wolf, little wolf, little wolf Mary had a little wolf its fur was white as snow And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went…
26 It's not about trying to do anything, it's about keeping me in the game In the dream I’m playing tennis. My opponent is a huge tennis racket! I watch as it floats about down the other end of the…
Roadside Chats (21) I’m lifting a carton of books when it happens. The dream world suddenly close. Dream images leap in and out of focus… they’re too fast for identification. Something’s happening to my brain. I retreat to the camper…
For love is the poem That speaks at the end A hand in the dark The touch of a friend . Written after a time in hospital
(1) The speed of life E N C I R C L E S Itself The phrase ‘the speed of life’ came to me while I walked along Barrington St in Christchurch. It felt like I was walking at…
I have read their book of evil Where The N I G H T H A S No End