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 

The little girl

As my girls grow 

inevitably

discovering their coquettish side 

my little girl

stands at the abyss

wondering

foxy on stand-by

not a question

waiting silently

the ancestral line of girls

and mothers

and aunts

not quite knowing

that they can

that they have

foxy waiting

guiding

sliding past obstacles

The Healing Power of Nature

it's the birds

the bamboo swaying in the wind

the rush of the squirrel's winter job

that way and this they flit 

part of my world

mine part of theirs

these days when the clouds descend

the continuous hum of aliveness

quietens the jitter in my heart

the healing power of nature

day in and day out
enduring presence for all

Refugee

refugee

man

woman

child

crossing oceans

tracks

pushed back

by fear

crossing rivers

so cold

pulled forward

by hope

crossing the railway line

this is mine

torn apart

by greed

crossing the border

I am hungry
I need a home

can you refuse

pushing closer

pulling together

tearing the bread

giving refuge

in the dark woods
close to creation
will we find help
will clarity prevail