Dharma

Be the change you want to see

Passing Me By

To read poetry aloud by the water

To gather thoughts and weave consciousness

To emit what is brought as light

Stitched into gold by the bathroom mirror

Hope From Every Corner

Watching beavers pass by the road in the dark

Breathing the scent of lilac after the rain

Observing a quiet paradise

Desire

A particular endlessness

New Work Coming Soon

Winters Silhouettes

At the edge of a dark wood

The cold air comes easy;

The winters light off the water

Reverts time once more

Lyrics As Poetry Samana

My lyrics have been published in Volume. 3 of the beautiful book ‘Lyrics As Poetry’. I am very proud to be a part of this LA based journal, where lyrics can be appreciated on their own aesthetic merit. Catch them at The London Art Book fair from 5-8th September where they will be at The Whitechapel Gallery with copies. Also you can purchase the book on their website here

A window I passed fleetingly. But to have a coffee beneath these wooden shutters, to study the weeds that climb the stone wall with their delicate violet petals. How many eyes have searched a nights sky for the moon from behind these wooden slats. How many lives have prayed to receive their unrequited love. How many have reconnected the stars with heavy fingertips after nights intertwined. This window, the opening and closing of generations of love.

A Rock Rose To The River

From the dream, I stood from the height of a balcony, watching the celebration wreathed in warmth; a procession that traced the river like a native rose harbouring all its resources. My position aloft the soft turning of the oak boughs and shimmering reflections of the sinking light flooded me with perspective.

A lost domain to my body that then awoke to the heavy rainfall that answered the valley