Light rite

Before planting, weeding
After planting, weeding.

Bright blessings of Imbolc, to you. The Light shines in the darkness and the darkness shall never overcome It. ⚡️

Wake up!

Between the seeming
life and death
of modern gods
and sleeping lords
by aeons touched
is just a breath
of consciousness
arisen in dimensions dreamed
by Human Beings being
Wake up! Wake up!
You’ve slept enough.

Who killed Democracy?

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
.’ ~ William Blake

Who killed Democracy?
We, sighed the People,
With our blind eye,
We killed Democracy.
Who saw it die?
I, replied Everyone,
By complacent idling,
I saw it die.
Who bought its blood?
Us, cried the corporations,
With our disregard for nation,
We bought its blood.
Who’ll make its shroud?
We, sang the rich and proud,
With our crony vows,
We’ll make its shroud.
Who’ll dig its grave?
Us, say the governments,
With disempowerment,
We’ll dig its grave.
Who’ll toll the bell?
They, knelling in extremis,
Visioning hell,
They’ll toll the bell.
Who’ll be chief mourner?
We, cried all,
With our heart and soul,
We’ll chiefly mourn.
And the World fell a-sobbing
And a-sighing for a sacrifice
Relying on its hope to be reborn.


Too much here

Be in the world but not of it
As matter fixed
Though spirit be not bound to here.

But, what, then, of the days
When you feel so much
Of the world and yet not in it,
That the spirit follows limit
Into hollowed ground to disappear?

Poetic Life

Today is World Poetry Day – “Poetry reaffirms our common humanity by revealing to us that individuals, everywhere in the world, share the same questions and feelings.”

It is also Persian New Year – “Often in Iranian families it is traditional to open Hafiz, see which page of poetry one has opened and read it aloud and try to feel whether it has any omen for the coming year.”


‘The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.’ – Hafiz of Persia


‘We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul’s life, Love is simply creation’s greatest joy.’ – Hafiz of Persia


I can identify with this divination practice, having done it many times over the years with various books. Of course, it is only as effective and relevant as one’s inner self allows – it can be taken lightly or seriously – and does not, obviously, remove one’s personal responsibility but it can bring a simple jolt to stale thought, exercise the imagination, caution Will, and inspire direction.

Kahlil Gibran is one of my favourite poets. Today, I opened ‘The Prophet’ with World Poetry Day in mind and this was offered:

‘Say not, I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.”
Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.’


Life is poetry. And how wonderful is that!

Light and Love
Be all withal
A call in every One
For by our hearts
We are the parts
Of Beauty’s greater sum.

[hex à triptych]



This is a companion piece to “We, the Elites..”

[In hope…]

Dear Elites,
We masses, we,
The won’t-be serfs,
The salt and honey
Of the Earth declare:

Your worthlessness
For all you’re worth

And you are on our turf

We’re coming for you

You lay your weapons down
This world has had it with
Your lunacy

In numbers greater
Than your poor,
Myopic minds
Can fathom
And no hired crony muscle
You can find will quench
The righteous wrath you spark
Within the hearts of billions


Let that just sink in…

Then maybe
You’ll begin to comprehend

This is the dawning of your
Necessary end

Happy New Year!

May the New Year see your resolve
Renewed and your wishes bear fruit.
May you stride purposefully into your
Future with strength and confidence.
May you have trust in your judgement
And have the courage to rise to your
Tests. May you see more light, hear
More truth, speak more wisdom and
Taste real progress.

Happy New Year!



There, under leaden skies
The people clung to life as
They bore witness to the strife
And devastation wrought
Since Man saw fit to wield
Advantage for Self-serving

There, through a scratched
And dirty lens were ill-conceived
The feudal realms wherein
Contained the Overwhelmed
By monsters with unfettered

All Time is there and now and
Then and here unto Eternity
Beheld until it is no time at all;
Stood restless still in space

There, Humankind arrived upon
The furthest, darkest rim where
Met its own corrupted, fetid yield
And cried from the Abyss:

“This is the limit of our Ignorance!

And there, by resonance and
Echoing, they turned and rushed
The barriers with Light and Love
And Knowing, where came
Flowing the Humanity they craved
To share and knew was always
Theirs; was always there.