THROUGH THE EYE OF A NEEDLE
In form unfolding
The open heart becomes
PIECE FOR A STORM-TOSSED HEART
Caught in the stillness of an early evening dusk I stand on a fortress wall.
Below, the gentle water laps at stones
And wooden carcasses of former boats.
Only at the centre of the moist rich earth Have I known my true home
For the earth is dark and secret
And deeply understood
KEEPING IN TOUCH
If at this very moment
The tips of my fingers could Gently touch
Your cheeks just near your eyes
REFLECTIONS ON ALDEBURGH BEACH
I have travelled all over the world
And yet have barely moved.
Still the child seeking approval
Drawn by the urge to reconnect
BEING THE WIND
Warming or cooling
Making things rustle, move, sway
With Ganesh (Remover of obstacles) Standing guard