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The goddess speaks in symbol

The fruit falls swiftly from the tree, the bulls stand silent in the lake, the figure crucified is seen upon the framework of the dream. With arms spread wide and silent eyes they lift her high upon the boughs and … Continue reading

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Dreams

Dreams are best held lightly, with no defined demands; an offering of wishes, with outcome left to chance. For life in all its workings, can never be controlled; desire and then just let it go, so destiny unfolds.

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Moments

If I could touch those childhood moments, when sunshine danced on morning’s face, and sang of possibility, and abundance, of optimism, expectation and simple joys, then, like captured drifts of cloud, or light consumed, fairy-floss of day, could, would I … Continue reading

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Life’s print

Life’s print is placed upon the face of every flower and field and written into blood and bone; the unseen signature. Life’s mark is writ upon the soul of every creature born and links us all for time to come; … Continue reading

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Dreams

The bag of dreams has fallen into day, with tightly knotted mouth and swollen shape, as if to tease the memories of night and mock the truth of what we call agape. It is as if time gathered shreds of … Continue reading

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Mother dreams

There was no sound on slippered feet, and yet I heard your tread, and knew that you had found your way; I felt your whispered breath. Through dusted halls of shadowed night, you followed as I dreamt, and breathed the … Continue reading

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Broken love

You broke my dream; you didn’t know until the pieces fell and shining sharp around us lay, a shattered vision still. 83

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I dragged the dreams….

      I dragged the dreams reluctantly through fields of mouldering hope, across the riven chalk and clay; beyond the place of crows. The ravens watched with beady eyes, the draggings dark and bright, and fluttered wings of sullen … Continue reading

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