Wholeness

bit by bit
I take myself back from the world
piece by piece
I put myself back together
within splendrous mosaic 
of my wholeness
the flame leaps high
shadows dance
and somewhere
a child laughs out in delight

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Crucified

hammered by nails
in hands and feet
pierced by the crown of thorns
who amongst us is not crucified
and seeks resurrection
again and again?

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Serene

mourning losses
counting gains
so wrapped I am
and yet sometimes
I hear the quiet murmur
of river's flowing serenity

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Poetry2

she dogs my heels
relentlessly
'look at the sky
that withering flower
see how the rain
makes love to earth
come feed me, feed me
I am hungry for words'
I am not fooled
by her seeming guilelessness
for I know what poetry
really asks of me
is the tearing open of heart
unmasking of soul
for only words
that spill forth from my truth
will sate her fathomless appetite

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Homes

I know you not
by colour of your skin
shape of your face
feel of your flesh

our souls have made homes
in one another

across passages
hidden from space
older than time
we meet and find
harbourage

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Rain

she sometimes wished
her heart so heavy
with love unspoken
would rise to heavens
as rain filled cloud
and there dissolving
in joyous downpour
would gift the earth
an emerald spring

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Eye Of Storm

they tell me
madness of storm
carries with itself
eye of stillness

and so I search
for peace within

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