The poetry has been written over a span of time, and reflects the various experiences of my life.

Out of My Mind

When I am out of my mind,
The world is beautiful.
I am in each moment
Needing nothing, seeking nothing.
Content. At peace.

It takes a great deal
For me to lose my mind.
Pain is the quickest route, but
Pleasure is another path,
Just less travelled, no doubt.

Most say they are
Out of their mind,
When in fact
They are nowhere but there
To the exclusion of all else.

When I am out of my mind,
There is finally space
For the Other.
The world is beautiful,
I am beautiful.



The red sand of the desert
Has dissolved my armour
Slowly, tentatively I shed rusted pieces
I stand, exposed.

The desert sun scorches me
Transforms me.
The wind carries away my old skin
And as the rain falls, I feel it.
No longer numb, I feel.

I awake in a foreign land
Confused, uncertain.
Where are the sign posts?
Who are these people?
Who am I? What is my quest?

I strive to re-discover
The Spirit within me.
To not be a-part from
But be part of All That Is.



The tide is changing
It’s been dragging back,
Taking us away from the shore.
It will change
Be careful, it will be choppy
You could even get dragged under
In all the turmoil.

Change is like that
Be ready, for when it
Begins to pull towards the shore
It can race away
And for the unsuspecting, the unwary
It can dash you upon the rocks.
So hold your head up high
Look around, and stay afloat
When you go swimming
In the Sea of Life.

The Mask

I’m clever with my mask

I can put it up in an instant

What ever the occasion

I have one to use.

It’s such a habit now

I sometimes forget that

It is a mask

And I mistake it for me.

That’s why finding me

Is so hard to do

That’s why others

Cannot find me either.


The Unmasking

My hand trembles, jerks

It wants to grab the mask

To raise it up, to hide behind

So others cannot see the pain.

My heart says no, put it down

It wants to be seen, heard

To not be ignored, but be allowed

To come out of hiding.

My mind grapples with all this

It dashes back and forth

This way and that

Seeking logic and finding none.

Maybe, whispers another voice

Maybe, there’s another way

Why not just be still, and wait

And See….


The Wind

The wind unsettles me
What will it bring this time?
What will it uncover?
Will I let it blow away
Or will I cling to it one more time?

Sometimes the wind blows me off my feet
I fall, I lay stunned.
Needing a friend to help me up
Or maybe I just need to rest awhile
And be that friend to me.

And while I rest, and gather my strength
I can decide, how to continue and where to go
Using the wind as an ally
And friend, not a foe
Just going gently, with the flow.


The Call of the Wind

“Come, come” called the Wind. “Come with me
Across the lands and sea
To the softer lands in gentler times.”
“Come join with me” enticed the Wind
“For I shall return you to all that was,
In Ages lost.”

She heard the Wind did call her name
And felt her heartbeat quicken
“Yes, yes, I’ll come with you” she cried
“For ’tis jagged here and
Broken I be, I feel my soul a shriven,
Take me home I do implore”

The Wind did raise her up on high,
It sailed away
To No-form-Land
And gently it did lay her down
Upon the stones and sand
Where-upon she was All One

At One with All and All was One
For this was how it  had begun.
The Wind did hear her cry
Of utter joyfulness
“Tis Peace I’ve found” she sighed
“And Soulful Bliss”

Her breath became  the tides
Reaching in and pulling back
She was the pulse of all the World
She was the World
The World was Hers
Now and Forever more.