I was made for Afternoons

Rhyme n reason Past n present Love n hate Pain n joy Fear n hope Relaxed n anxious Drunk n sober Pagan n spiritual New n old Time n stress Wife n kids Good n bad Friends n family Sickness n healing Broke n rich Happy n sad Flying n grounded Washed n dirty All the opposites Forcing n fighting their way from inside out Tearing n groping Wanting their way Insisting on it Be one – be the other One must conqour One must lose You must You can You will You donkey! But: See the pattern Read the writings Quote the masters Sing the songs Watch the stars Say the prayers Light the candles Memorize the texts Perform the ritual Wash in the river Wait Look See All is necessary part of the big picture that we cannot hope to see the darkened mirror . . . what unites us is far far greater than what keeps us apart what heals us is often right in the eyes of our friends.

travelling solo a journey for one seated alone with thoughts is solitude. books read in seclusion under the shelter of loneliness, of isolation. private prayer the unaccompanied monastic life no company in this land I traverse the rocky plains n valleys I seek the secret signs I drink at hidden rivers I see without eyes I hear without ears My confidence ebbs and flows But my love is constant if undefined I voyage without movement I see all in an eye blink I almost choke in the heat I draw my cape around me in the unexpected cold Snow and rain my brothers and sisters, dust ever present. I am guided by forces unseen most present to me when I feel them least. seeking a sign of their presence is futile they remain hidden until i am ready to see.

dreaming of light surrounded by dark stars hidden behind a velvet cushion their pale radiance subdued my eyes shielded to their brightness i wait in the coolness of the night air my vision scanning the heavens for signs of life my own dims with the constellations cloud covers time a gentle breeze like the years marking moments with peace and refreshment but suddenly dropping away leaving only the summers heat others speak of light as if they know thinking they have seen thinking they have travelled no clouds covered their vision no storms obscured their way perhaps they have perhaps it is only me left to soldier on in the half light but within me all speaks this as untrue I travel alone companions stay only momentarily before pursing their own pathways infrequent guides appear offering only a word before sinking back into the gloom I stumble in the darkness and take blind turns occasional glimpses of starlight give relief for seconds marking the way hinting of futures still concealed

St valley en twines daze Love is all around Love is in the air Love love love Crazy love Love will keep us together Love will keep us apart Endless love Long distance love Rose bloom Florists book Italian holidays Chocolate is consumed n everyone smiles delightedly champagne is marketed the romantic drink to bubble by corks pop we all ooo and ahhh but love real tough deep hanging in there love putting you before me love not running away love pushing through love resolving love learning love forgiving love growing love talking responsibility love hurting love grieving love is absent gone its too hard you see freends and the difficult n almost impossible the world just doesn’t want to know young love is great is beautiful but love which has lasted between lovers between friends between family between parents n children that is a love worth celebrating a thing to cherish the pearl of great price sunlight of a cloudy day anyhoo happy valley en twine 2 u whatever ya doing be happy n feel lo

walks in the twilght moss on ancient stone walls crows flying in the half-light drones the ganges sitars sunlight through dusty windows bells tolling in the distance chanting monks in their stalls incense burning processions at dawn fire in the dark candles lit cowls on a foggy morning norway finland forests ancient ruins pipes tolkein lewis narnia middle earth merton griffiths nouwen silence peace early morning late evening moonlight rain midnight deja vu mystery time passing darkness me

what a weak week it has being it had it all awe wonder delight fear crisis laughter wine woman n song tears sport n art love n hate prayer ash bread wine whine water sun n rain children adults friends enemies i breathe more lightly today the weak and the week are done coffee drunk eggs cooked parties attended cleaning being performed as a one act ballet children scrurry from event to event madcap parents indulge them friends meet friends part things begin things fall apart cds are played bookes read papers perused n disgarded televsion is stared at n it stares right back i sit i read i wait i talk i discuss i try to bring some healing i get anxious i remember not to i breathe in and out this is a beginning a good one for lent

golden dawn red light of rain far off on the distant horizon morning comes sweaty bodies rise from sleep grumpy children mindless adults the heat which slays you which tears away your ability to cope stifles all but the most basic of functions we work we learn we walk from airconditioning to air conditioning many hide away in movies n supermarkets anything to cool the rancid children cool drinks are never enough we drain them and then need again like an addict at the end of the rope unable to be satisfied to be sated eating is a chore cooking a trap heating n already over heated space not too clever the air is wet with rain which will never come sweat swims around us drowning our zen drowning our yin n yang drowning our trueselves drowning our ruach a tropical death on the edge of the desert this meagher exsitence surviving only breath 2 breath oh february february go away!

day of humid heat n burning rays people gather at temple packed in like canned fish to celebrate an older couples nuptials my wife plays the keys i sit with my spiritual sister and supervise the children ek content to be social nk running in and out around and through like a lost skunk looking for a place to rest ritual begins songs sung words read prayers chanted couple wed food consumed toasts made we depart as the heat increases sister heads to the port ek ck nk and i climb aboard the chariot head to the north following the magnets celebrate the anniversary of the youngest cousin children party ck chats i fall asleep on couch mind dipping in and out of consciousness having enjoyed a beer and allowed the summer to have her way head home through the early afternoon children watch screen wife collapses i float around finding nothing to do sister arrives drinks drunk pizza eaten children dip in cold water of a neighbours pool sleep in heat of a february night ck i and sister encamp read

we parked the vehicle blocks away made our way through the stifling summer air through the inner city streets through the throng the faithful the sycophantic the fans sounds carry through the crowds the anticipation touchable we make our way through the gates scanned ticked crossed searched examined finally allowed entrance we find friends n join the throng standing waiting talking most drinking well beyond their meagre capacity the sun sets the lights sparkle the people roar sting andy n stewart hit the stage and begin two hours of non stop hits they're all here message roxy lonely even a few forgotten gems invisible sun synchronicity the crowd goes wild the stage lights flash the visuals fantastic a crawling dinosaur at some point but but while i enjoy the spectacle the sheer massiveness of the event artistically emotionally it left me cold leaves me wondering what did this mean? what impact did the police have when they played in the late 70's? what this lacked was a bit of