Went to the sea last night, first act after landing, And came to the water’s edge (alone and without seeing, across the wide berth of the shore), stumbling upon it nearly with the strips of washed-up tang And felt the sting of very cold water swirling at my ankles and…

If I were to speak of my love, I would return to the sweet elderflower brushing my nose tip in the summer, and to kiss-stains of pollen If I were to speak — stop — listen : do you hear how the cold salt water beckons us to turn back,…

Can we create a more poetic, connected and caring world, without being immersed in nature, in daylight, positive emotions, deep feelings of connection, and ethical imagination on how to serve and create a better world, for the emergence of a ‘new normal’? Is there a place or need for shutting…

Separate in reality The matter is with you You still feel it on your skin You feel it under your Skin It shows The weight of thoughts The energy they store Can memories live forever In the space between us? Does space dillute? Do the memories re-ignite? when the space…

Breath. Deep. Again. What is inside me? What is around me? What is…

The rhythm of my body has become synchronized with its true state, with the rhythm of the earth. Stone.stone – a beginning place, a deeply regulated state of being. Breathing effortless, mind still, awareness open. Re-sensitized, sensorially awake. De-armoured. Unlearning the shut downs from over-stimulation, the protective shields that makes…

With ease Be with ease Go and be with ease   … 8:  …

For when I miss your little faces I run and run, I interlace us I power through these tiny spaces And mix them all in my own bases Damn! These laces!

For when miss your little faces I run and run, I interlace us I power through these tiny spaces And mix them all in my own bases Damn! These laces!

(of my stay by the end of the old year) Outside the gate of Home in winter light a small fragile egg rolled towards me its golden glow dissolved my sight and my skin became transparent I glimpsed in the mirror on the wall a bluish silhouette approaching us; I…