Van Gogh’s Bedroom in Arles
The room is alivea haven of calm reposeawaiting the artist’s arrivalThe bedsteadstands readythe ultimate refugesheets washed in morning dewscraped carefully from the petals of sunflowersin the early morning hoursjust before dawnwith buttery soft pillowsready to cushion the hot-headed painterwhen he finally comes homeThe green shuttersclose out the night’s screaming-bright starsblocking the café’s sickly greenish lightpromising […]
The Emerald Tablet
Flower and TwigFeather and HornDeathless yet DyingBirthless yet Bornthis is the natureof all perceptionthe birthplace of all seeingfor the truth of seeingto become manifestwe must ascendfrom earth to heavenwhere we separatethe Earth from the Firethe Subtle from the Grossbut gently…gentlyand with all our wits about usif we hope at allto marry them in the endto […]
Like fish and butterflies
being wild is a waywild being is the same wayonly differentthoughts like wild troutslipping by just below the surfacegoing with the flowdownstream over the fallsand then, like Salmon, back up againhalf-swimminghalf-flyingfreelyunrelentinglyup the fallsback to the sourcea good place to give birtha good place to diewhere the earth’s most serious thoughtmust astonishingly give wayto the nextsuddenly […]
Where Wildflowers Bloom
by Michael Howell Look, my love I have returned empty-handed I can no longer pluck life’s beauty and bring it home to watch it fade, wilt and die upon the table-top So please, give me your hand and let me lead you to the meadow where beauty thrives Let us hover amongst the lupine with […]
Streaming
for what it’s worth the water flows pausing in winter only on the surface always singing underneath while slipping headlong over stones turned soft as green moss by the wet kiss of a fluid element that’s come to wear them down round them off and smooth them freeing them from that stony silence that pretends […]
Composing A Day
Although our brains are bright how often they shine with the tricky light of a false dawn leading us to believe that the day has already arrived until the night suddenly snatches us back dipping us deeply in her dark inkwell one last time before letting us write the real meaning of the morning across […]