We are earth’s mouldypuppetswhen Sun is dying slowly so thatwe can live boldly-like,until it dawns upon uswe are but dust afarif we our backs we turnfrom sunlight’s arc, sostep back the darkbefore it be too late.The Sun is butcollapsing star.
Raindrop plopped into the puddleIt swam into the Allness of waterYet it itself was One Sunshine warmed and lifted itUp to the cloud of blissIt formed again into raindropedness It flopped as rain into another puddleBecause it could; but yet recalledWhat it had learned when first it falled All was … is … will be … Read more
A murmuring a chattering a clutteringwe don’t see a thousand starlingsbut the one flight of one manifestation:the Idea of starlingness When we awake at three thirty mutteringwe stew the tea to talk over and wash down caketo soften the blow of age and sleeplessnesswe two starlings falling wingless to fate We sigh at the beauty … Read more
We dream of a Highlands.She is sweet like Murr’n.God reached into His heartand plucked for her one flower. Though strangers come for Murr’nthey cannot take her knowing:her strength is in her yieldingto a foreign Hammer’s power. Her Beauty is beyond byowing All to the Divine.Murr’n’s thistle haunts us a-‘bove Gaeldom’s place and time. We mythologise … Read more
From the ancient chapel ruins of Cill Colm CilleA shaft of light, eternal, now brightly shinesA New Age dawns across man’s Killing FieldsA New Paradigm is re-orientating our minds. Few are chosen, most are deaf and blindHave mercy upon those who ignore this changeAlways look deep within your own heart to findIf you beat to … Read more
In the end I realised,in One instant,that a lifetime of struggleto understand ithad been squandered:because as a babyI knew it all, aye,in a mind that wanderedaimlessly over the Shin.The All could be knownin the palm of a little handreleasing itsinner Gentleness. What oxygenwhat waterwhat foodall wastedin trying to fathom outwhat is Beautifulwhat is Truewhat is … Read more
This time last year I wasrehearsing for the Belladrum FestivalThe greatest show on earthand that is absolutely unquestionable The Suns of Arqa was my well-paid gigA shared toilet make-up and 50 quidThe Venus Flytrap was the venue of choiceI’d warmed-up in the bog to stretch my voice I ran on stage and slipped on someone’s … Read more
Toward the sea the mountain thawing beautifully flowsToward the sky the mountain oaking stretches as it growsNatural workings and beautiful workings that slide without an acheLife is best lived well if it’s the easy course we take No struggling no grindingJust slipping smoothly byNo looming clouds of fearLurking in the sky The sun is higher … Read more
She awakes and smells the coffeeWe smell her and waken upShe is Love and so she must BeThat which overflows our cup
SteòrnabhaghOh, StjórnavagárThe place where old testaments meetWith Viking religion and cosmologyWhere the mad thinkers laid anchorIn the bay of stow-ageAnd sought the universal orderTo go where joy rises from the perfect harbourFrom the pages of sagas and from rhododendronsOn glistening slopes that shed the ancient tearsThat run softly then swiftly then torrentSalty into the calm … Read more