On vulnerability

from the fragmentation

to the dissolving

light emerges

I notice

the little bud shooting out 

but it is winter my love

the tiny infant wrapped up tightly 

oh it's good to be a father 

the opening in the circle

world streaming in

her sleeping face

heart racing

the robin on the wooden arch

still-life in a milli-second

her hands - so slim and so pure

yearning for her touch

kindness and then cruelty

turning - in moments of despair

feeling protective

of her vulnerability

and then my vulnerable self laid bare 

catching my breath

hole opening

and being caught

by the other

by humanity

by our shared story 

our vulnerability

River mood 2

amidst the turmoil

of belonging

in or out

the joyless

education of

assembly line children

I seek 

the truthful presence

of the river's waves and flow

Sky

Earth

World

the small contains the big

the big contains the small

it offers itself freely

there is peace

in the simple action 

of being and creating

empathy

River mood

once more

I am pulled towards

the river

the big dirty snake

with its hidden

treasures

of appearing and disappearing

beaches and wash-ups

eery silence of solitude

amongst the people of the world

the contradictions

of being part of and apart from 

poor and rich 

side by side

pure grainy sand

clinking sound of glass 

with every wave awash

 the beating of my heart

Gratitude

Gratitude 

for knowing the soft soothing

of simplicity

of being together

with no words or

the must of doing

the distress when the Light(ness) evaporates

when the restlessness of

searching doubt takes over

washing over me like 

torrents of waves

submerging - feet in the air

slowly finding back 

to the essence

to stillness within

gratitude for knowing and sharing 

I am learning to be with

soft - touch - gentle

simple moments of being and creating with my boy

Becoming human

At the beginning

just right

just so

proceeding 

as it has to

slotting into place 

no judgement

no morality

just growth

the unfolding of a human life

trajectory of a journey

into becoming

human

Near Light

I am a child of the fields

as soft as a ball

I am free

my feet touch the ground

like lightness of being

the cherry tree calling

I am a child

at one with mother nature

flights of spirit

Near Light - at last

Waiting quietly

Waiting quietly

for the light to emerge

all will be well

The Maiden with the Raven

the Maiden with the Raven

knows that those who need to know 

have knowledge of her real name

of her real origin 

the significance of her existence 

she is the mother of all mothers

the synthesis of good and evil

she is the woman of all women

she is the being who has seen it all 

and who has endured and survived 

and conquered all manner of things 

she is there for all mothers 

who care to be guided

who need help and support

who struggle to make a way

facing abandonment and abuse

for those women who 

feel the calling of the path

she is being called

through the trunk of the trees

the petals of the blossoming flowers

the bleating of the goats

the black pond

the creeks and crevices of the planes

all things will come to the right place

all will be good

mankind will chose the right path 

of no injury and peace

eventually

she has time

there is no hurry

the moment of watching a bee wake up 

from the long winter’s sleep 

the days and years go by without much of a second

she wraps her shawls a bit tighter 

as the moon comes up 

she lights the fire 

the raven nestles into her lap like a cat

the owls are hooting 

the Maiden takes up her place by the fire

closes her eyes

and sits