From Source to Sea

From source to sea

The river has many faces.

Chuckling lightly as fast flowing

Over rocks it glistens in the sun

Perpetual motion, sliding, gliding,

Smiling. A constant ray of hope.

Over the edge it tumbles in turmoil,

A wild swirling dance,

Free from the rocks, the river bed,

Plunging in silence through space.

Roaring with laughter, it crashes below,

Shattering into a myriad of twinkling drops,

Rainbow glints in the spray

Permanent creation and recreation.

Drifting into deep dark pools,

The drops collect in reflections of the past,

Mirrors of the distant sky

Serenity, peace …

From source to sea

The river has many faces

But they are one.

Looking for Love

Hopes raised, expectations.

Dreamworld, imachinations

Half-reality, confirmations

Carried away, land of emotions.

Need to believe, blind devotions.

Soul to soul, magic potions.

Spoken words smash illusion.

Empty space, dull confusion.

Void.

Pure

Pure.

Pure white.

One black line divides.

Another black line divides.

More black lines.

Infinite black lines.

Pure black.

Pure.

HELLO

Can anyone hear me?

Is anyone near me?

Or am I just a muffle

in your old blue duffle?

Step into fresh air.

We’ve got something to share.

There are things we can do.

Yes, you too.

We’ll go for a beer,

if you’ll lend me your ear.

Or just for a walk.

Somewhere we can talk.

Why does nobody see

they’re like you and me?

Just here for a while

and made such a trial.

We’ve invented a code,

yet it seems out of mode

to use these few words,

to chat like the birds.

Have you something to hide

that you’ve buried inside?

Afraid to let go

for fear I should know?

We’re all from the same place.

We’re all from the same race.

A mere strand in the web,

a drop in the ebb.

Let’s admit we were wrong

to believe we were strong.

Then we’ll feel free

to talk, you and me.

Us and Them

As dolphins dance, birds sing,

Waters whisper and flowers bloom,

What do they care about us,

Ephemeral mortals?

As our men fight, lovers argue,

Rage rises and tears flow,

What do they think about us,

Bickering wastrels?

Wind’s caress, oak’s creak,

Salmon’s leap, rainbow’s end.

What can we know about them,

Natural spirits?

AUTO-REVERSE

Music stops.

Mind starts.

Silent, yet more confusing than noise.

Multiple voices scrabble to make themselves heard.

What? How? Why? When? That’s…No. Yes. Mmm.

Fading away as silence really settles.

Distant and growing fainter.

Protected by the fog from unwanted problems,

I sit.

Any happier not knowing?

Music starts.

Mind stops.

Auto-reverse.

D.I.Y.

Humility before Nature’s purity.

Courage to practise what we know is right.

Understanding when that courage deserts us.

Cycles

Ocean, son of Gaia

Source

Trickle

Stream

Feeders

Fall

Maelstrom

Deep, dark pool

Rapids

River

Tributaries

Distributaries

Estuaries

Ocean, son of Uranus