Do you see how mountains erupt out of oceans. Do you see how tears can make a flood, but from the depths we still emerge. Do you see how seasons fill their purpose, though we might prefer the sun benign. Do you see how everything is clearer, and cleaner for the rain. Do you see … More A Poem: Alchemist

I have a gift for you, which like all gifts held in the width of two hands, is greater than the sum of its weight. I have a gift that I give without words, written or spoken. Sometimes words do not bear the hearing, or adequately carry themselves clothed. Instead, my gift is open, like … More A Poem: Rain from Heaven

We do not get over anything, move on, let go. We absorb things, like the earth does the rain and snow. Do we believe when spring thaws come that the earth has forsaken winter. Or was winter rather the preparation for summer’s flush, the blooming, which takes the rain to cause new growth. No, letting … More A Poem: Healing

I take my garden seat, and it’s as though the conductor opens the score just for me. Or perhaps, it’s that I’ve just broached the moment unawares, and the bees and the tui’s, the passing gull against the blue, see me but as colour in a collage, or a pattern in a landscape, or the … More A Poem: Musings

When you can say I do not know why, this joy? Your happiness will take wings, and climb and climb, not dependent on restraint. To where the dancing clouds catch the first beams of light. Joy has as little need to comprehend a why, as we do to know the reasons for being. The naysayers, … More A Poem: This