Why do I do service?
I ask myself
to have another meeting
when the sun rises tomorrow
my recovery waxes and wanes
like the moon
permanence comes from repetition
I fall over sometimes
who will be there to pick me up?
Love holds us together
like vines intertwined
enmeshed and energised
on the long straight path
we help each other
as the Light shines from above.
The yellow flower
one of New Zealand’s
finest
Tuis love the
sweet nectar...
makes them happy
squawking their
raucous song
so many places
so many rooms
have been named
after this simple flower
as symbolic as
our flightless bird
I am happy for its colour
brightening up our
green, green world
Tuis in the spring
remind me of
holidays by the sea
Long ago now
but the memories
shine a light
on an otherwise
dark place.
The key to my recovery
is on the path of life
heavy, sometimes
unlocks an invisible door
am I willing?
no knowledge helps me
unless I am active
in my intent
love is on the way,
heavy, sometimes
a barrier to contentment
Nature lifts me higher
over the grass and trees
Sometimes I stumble
over bricks streaked brown and red
fired in the world below
A place I never want to go to
there is no destination
travelling is the point
others around me
fellowship of the spirit
eternal now...
Fire, Air, Earth, Metal & Water
elements so strong
part of the world’s order
do they contest with one another?
or guide us closely
like a true lover?
a Chinese philosophy
so old, but helps us see
our house, our garden
a view over the sea
a purge of clutter by the door
will help us live
and not just survive
little things around our space
makes me feel at home
it is really my place!
How can I remember what I’m doing,
when life conspires to throw me – adrift?
Stress and worry
blank out my mind
unless and until
I can truly unwind...
caught up like a gladiator
fighting a lion
I forget the way out
unseen but so near
it’s only a game
but I still feel the fear
the button eludes me
till finally I know
it’s not really me that’s running the Show!
Oh what a tangled bed we weave
when we venture for reprieve...
