Inspired by Frau Rita Schneeweiß

Written on September 6, 2015 in Gloucestershire, it is dedicated to Frau Rita Schneeweiß in traversing the heights and depths, in conquering all, as we rebuild bridges where bridges have fallen or been knocked down, building bridges where none before existed. We step forward, confident, sprightly, for we have overcome, and will overcome, all!

A spontaneous reflection the night before last

A black ominous cloth on a pole
masquerading as civilisation’s ‘new’ standard
the only mark

The Spirit … ponders
Will they EVER learn?

WRITTEN on 31 March 2015 its publication prompted the Author Note … (at the end) and which is why this whole piece - both poem and prose - is also found in Poetry entitled A Momentous Day. Six years on, my faith remains immoveable, and I have faith’s freedom to live quite easily way, way outside the box, nine years on.

“Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen” (Rainer Maria Rilke ~ 1875-1926)

the seasons come, the seasons go. Wherever we are in the world, the seasons arrive and depart when they are expected… … …

This was written a long time ago, yet it remains a very popular piece, but also one of my favourites. A friend …

A brief recall of a visit in 2002, going through papers and finding this short recollection …

Intrigued by Islam’s professed intention, in a way, little different to every other religion, I approach this from the angle of the Three Os …

Many times, I’ve been ticked off for writing ‘blasphemous’ articles. Now there’s a word from a different age … …

My view six years on?

Most definitely, there is no finishing, no ending.

Life is cyclical, and as predictable as the seasons, perennial.

I do not like religion. I do not like any religion. Untold suffering by trillions down the ages - uncountable. Yet, I fully accept the right to practice religion. I have my faith.

Dragan, sit down

IN MY WORK over a lifetime I have heard it said that, in time, we will overcome the sense of loss we feel when we are bereaved. This is not so. We come to terms, yes. But the numbness of bereavement is as unique as a fingerprint.