Beware the ‘messenger’

"God has told me …”

Land of the Midnight Suns, that which is last seen with an accidental social overdose.

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

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

The Spirit … ponders
Will they EVER learn?

Inspired by Frau Rita Schneeweiß

A spontaneous reflection the night before last

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.

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.

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.

This also appears as an indirect Ukraine Dispatch 31

These dimensions are reflections, akin to jottings in those moments when both meaning and purpose are sought …

Poetry Version רוח הקודש

For me a life without a belief system in place is a life without foundation. But here is my conundrum. I am suspicious of religion …