Friday, 15 June 2012
while a gifted moon,
doing her job, happens
like clockwork in a dark-blue sky.
I remember sperm and egg
- that we (luminous beings) - occur -
and then enter a given old name.
Not our Truth – no - that’s a frying pan flaring
suddenly – forging up and out
one day - when we remember to recall,
beyond a social club, our One Real Name.
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Monday, 11 June 2012
- darker, or lighter chocolate?
No politician will mind!
Mobs and gangs will not riot
- chocolate tastes of a sweeter dream!
Wars have been fought over salt
but not for Magnum or Twix.
Celebrate now – you won’t die,
marginally lower your body heat:
when chocolate melts, no one cries.