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Winter Arrives
Light Over Water
LIGHT OVER WATER
BRILLIANT
Myriad instantaneous alighting raindrops on the stream
That has run unbroken down and on
Since this once familiar place was home,
Each in its alighting flashes sun’s glitter and is gone
As another, and another and another come to meet me,
Always here and now,
The same bright innumerable company arriving,
Anew the present always absolving from time’s flow.
Old, I know
How many, many, many of the epiphanies of light.
And yet now as I write
They are only memories,
Those bright arrivals of the travelling light,
Now nowhere,never again.
No Road or bridge or gate
Into the past, once now, once here,
Nor farthest star comes near
Where they are gone, who once were dear;
For memory is Hades’ house
Where none is present, where none meet.
And yet again, always
Those presences come to us, are seen, are known,
Messengers of meaning, sacred, indecipherable,
Present everywhere, to all.
Inaccessible as life their source;
We know untold, untaught
Who they are, what holy truth proclaim
The know a mystery, a mystery the known,
Forms of wisdom in perpetual epiphany, they and we,
Sun and eye, seer and seen,
Daily angels, sun and stars, river and rain.
by Kathleen Raine

Glass eye sea
Sea of Solace
You may or may not relate to this, but one of the problems with spending your [working] life if a hyper inspired state is that it becomes very difficult to switch off from it. Being inspired does often seem to working like there’s no tomorrow – something which undoubtedly takes its toll. Everybody I know that started their own projects, after ten years or so they carry around a look of tiredness – it’s actually written into their faces. For those embarking on their mission – i can only say one thing – look after yourself first, you are your first asset – leave some gasoline in the tank to keep doing the things you love. In the mean time, I’m finding some solace in the Sea.
Mountain Bee bop, Island Hip Hop
Cairo Dusk
More Coptic Church
Coptic Imagery
The Gold is at the End of the Road
It’s taken two visits to Morocco to realise that the Gold is at the end of the road…





















