Beautiful House, Beautiful Mind

Crisp, clean sheets, alive with wealth and comfort, flap and flicker. Throughout the ages, my sheets have graced the lines of life, in the green garden of my house in the blossoming flourish of my mind. My pencil flits across naked pages in the warmth of my sunlit study, in this large clean house in my

Rain Like Love

Rain like love drop on my fingertip, on the green sliding leaf silver pregnant rain drop on my nose falling love full drops join and frolic silver lost in swirling brown eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again beauty on lashes, before the eyes always changing ,moving water thick with being, too slippery

Love Swept The Breeze Away

Fresh and cool it entered then swayed and left, or seemed to, me and you, the saddest flowers in the sun. But the heat that kissed the space just above my skin told me the truth I didn’t know until then. Time entered and sighed and I listened so hard, I pressed my ear against

I Asked My Lover…..

I asked my lover today, do you think older women can be sexy? Oh yes came his reply they are the sexiest of all What is it about them that turns your head’ I asked, ‘is it a well kept form?’ That is irrelevant, he said, his gaze, open and sincere If a woman accepts

The Ivory Elephant

If you let someone love you will they wander off? will they get lost or side tracked, like I did when I was three at the market? The little ivory elephant was my desire then, the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood. My loves, my treasure. If I am someone’s little ivory elephant will

When I Look….

When I look I AM rich Breathing out I see gold With open eyes the space between is magnified The irony of separateness unfolds In space I am whole A liquid world of intelligent light Alive with action indiscriminate Only purpose being The weave like toffee like threads of water All spices and colours are

The Universe Is Music

I feel compelled to share… We’ll go back a bit….. My childhood had been an interesting one; disruptive in that we moved on a yearly basis and I had to learn the lessons of detachement and connection to survive emotionally. Even so my parents were loving, doing the best they could with what they knew,