communal kitchen double sink
group prayers peace maker
late nights get one to think
since they got to share an acre
who wants to be alone
gets referral from the gp
padded room of their own
surroundings a little creepy
make no judgement on the go
there is rarely one to blame
for a sold out magic show
brought the trickster fame
Poem ‘Community’ read by the author.
blurry old glasses
speed signs hard to tell
countryside quickly passes
road that leads to hell
coffee helps only wee bit
to brighten the light of day
one has to believe it
or know how to pray
to drive the roads less travelled
might be a smarter way
old threads to be unraveled
new horizons come to play
black computer keyboard
the vehicle of choice
typing not to be bored
by chatter of the inner voice
Poem ‘The Drive’ read by the author.
swirling tornado
nimble and savage
robust and bold
raw energy
fierce motion
tireless
out and in its core
mirrors of sand
liquid imagery
vanity on the move
fantasy of security
just a mirage
Poem ‘Mirrors of Sand’ read by the author.
looking for solutions
to heal the heart
vibrant sound bath
returns me on my path
chanting beads
relaxing sounds
watch the flame
peace will come
forgiven to all
except myself
still too hard
on this one
obsessed with
the inner voice
holding the reins
playing old beliefs
immersed in silence
sitting in stillness
finding a solace
in each breath
further more
searching
for the wisdom
of the sages
into infinity
Poem ‘Unresolved’ read by the author.
