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A still night; crescent moon; the faintest breeze.Some wit might say, 'Peaceful, innit, Tommy? 'Two hours before the usual time for attack.I wonder..

‘…means what it does’.I read: ‘God cannot be named; cannot be and cannot have,a ‘proper noun’; God can only be approachedthrough verbs and..

a centipedemust needs proceedby synchromeshed advanceI wonder ifits Buddhist riffis ' Show me, Master,a Way that's faster,and then I'll doa one-foot..

To know the unity of allis good for you and good for others.Is there any better way to obtain the good?Who can share the mental peace,the mental..

Watch them closely.Your greater life depends on this.See their bodies, watch their faces,listen to their sound, which isnow the sound that we all..

‘A golden evening; and we watchedthe sun sink slowly below the horizonlike a golden dimeinto a flaming jukebox’..well, yes and no… similes –one thing..

In the staff room after Parents’ Daywe used to shake our prematurelygray heads and contemplatethe Zen-ness of our well-worn truism:‘Parents are the..

To greet youas you greet meto bow down, look up, to the Lord in youwhat more perfect, easy, pure,than to fill a ritualthat needs no thought to..

I said, yes I’d like to be my real selfand yes I’d like to realise that I, er, am.. I think..but when I see the word self-realisationI reach for the..

Between two who are talking;above two who are silent;in the listeningafter wisdom spoken;the moment as the pen’s put down;the moment after the book..

Greekand other ancient languagesare happy with verbsexisting without a subject.Renders.Philosophers, silent;poets, dumb;contemplatives..

Chopped root, in the dark subsoil of the mind;protected only by its own forgetfulness;seeking occasionally, with weak desperationfor the light it..

I would live in that sort of spaceif would were could.Instead, I take off my shoes at the door,feel my bare toes on the polished woodwork,settle into..

I dreamt I flew as ibis flyo'er sand and palm and sunny Nilewhen all at once, there caught my eyea host of grinning crocodile

All was quiet in the Garden of Edenand not a fig-leaf stirred...but after the Fall of Man(usually forwards and enthusiastically, we..

wankstaa one-line poem in itself;a sociological truffleto be sniffed, snorted and snaffledby academic hogstas;a British schoolboy tauntfor a sad..

**** YOU!you've wrecked my supposed self-esteemmaybe when I'm older i'll know what self-esteem isand how it can never be wrecked...and i'll even be..

If you called me 'two-dimensional', I guessI'd go away and think about it - is heinsulting me and if so, how?Though in a sense, all of us here in..

I’m the man to be,cos I’m me, me, me;but you’re just youand who cares whoI’m the greatest,I could be the hatest,you’re down on your luckbut I don’t..

I yearn to show you, praise you, to the world --and straightway hear you: 'Inappropriate...';said with firm authority, and yetsaid kindly, smiling..

This rose - red, scented, rich, without price –is it speaking to me?I cannot hear what it says. And yet…is it watching me?it does not blink. And..

This poemis friendly:see, it’s wagging its tail,it will follow you anywhere,run off and come back,a perfect companion;this poemloves fun:you want to..

How dare you dump me just like that...?before I'd even considered dumping you...if I'd know you were the dumping kindi'd've dumped you first.BUT ****..

by the lake so still so calmsky-blue cloud-whitemore sky than water this autumn daythe air so still abovethere a tree leans over the wateras if in..

Every day, the sun setsyou noticed?in a great, glorious performanceof wraparound scenic splendouras if it were the last day of the world(we'd sue)and..