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Flowers… Life Lines

  There were flowers. Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast, All lace and diamonds. Long black gloves And painted lips, As she left, laughing. A child who watched As the door closed. * There were flowers… Yellow tulips, Cellophane and … Continue reading

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Getting engaged…

Some places just seem to have a timeless quality. Almost exactly seven years after our first visit, ‘our blue chapel’ looked the same… still as beautiful and serene as ever. We sat on the rickety bench that is still there, … Continue reading

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Our Blue Chapel…

* …Wen and I are discussing plans for the morrow over supper. I for my part am keen to spend as much time in Our Blue Chapel as humanly possible and to that end have come up with a task … Continue reading

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Silence ~ Life Lines

Silence In a silence broken only by breath Words lose their sound; Spill their essence on the pristine page Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone, Fleeing logic on wings of fantasy. Fabled spectres rear their heads, Horned dilemmas … Continue reading

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Awakening #midnighthaiku

* From sleep to rebirth Journey to awakening Nature leads the way *

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Treasure #midnighthaiku

* Autumn’s gold now spent Emptiness reveals treasure Heart takes flight in joy * * Winter’s hidden gift Sailing a frosty sunrise Time melts like snowflakes * * Light as a feather Ending becomes beginning Journey continues *

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Return

Born Of Light Into light Endless cycle Being becoming Opened to greet the dawn Each heart a virgin landscape Enduring and embracing life Knowing the freedom of pure spirit Assimilating the gifts of constraint Each soul a mirror reflecting its … Continue reading

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Liminal

Green rocks flower; A warm wind Out of season Rustles winter boughs As Nature’s quiet spirit Murmurs of spring. We listen. Following ancient harmony, The deep song blossoms A secret path Between worlds Through dusk to dawn.

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Rites of Passage: Lurchers, Stags and a mummified cat

*** Just over the road from the entrance to Cressbrook Dale is a pub. It is a most unusual pub and we could not pass up the opportunity to take our companions there to end the weekend. The Three Stags … Continue reading

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Rites of Passage: Last rites III

*** We walked on, the mood had changed with the meditation; all of us quietly aware that there was to be something more. The broad, well-trodden path continued to wind its way through the valley, but we took instead the … Continue reading

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