my shitty knick hell!

Gone afishing

She's casting her golden net wide, wide and further afield.........

Bye bye stolen years

Faye is looking over at me and Adam is squeezing the cat while my sun splashed short-wearing family in the '70s radiates from the fridge door. The sounds, tastes and smells of summer and sand and fizzy orange and a mouth full of sea and the twigs and seaweed in your hair – siren youth, where is it gone? Or is it just around the corner? Always here. I feel its sweet breath on my neck. That neck that would have been snapped so easily. Those stolen years are back. Life's mighty clock's big arm has swung heaving the bulldozed earth aside to let me pass on my way.......

braveheart

braveheart, no heart, all heart
I used to worry when my heart was knocking around in my chest
now I consider myself lucky
big heart
one heart
braveheart
free

my 49 day shitty knick hell

Prem Rawat-Maharaji: The true self does not drift

http://video.shabab3net.com/video/Q6jlQ32AZfc/prem-rawatmaharaji-the-true-self-does-not-drift.html

my dream of you

I do - and you?
'will you let me in please,' she asked
'why won't you let me in?'
'it's cold out here,' he said
'you wouldn't like it.'
'we can't keep having this with you going out and me coming in
and you coming in and me going out,' she complained (softly!)
he looked at this woman
really looked at her
he looked into her eyes and smiled
he took her by the hand
and held her close
and said absolutely nothing
they breathed together soft and easy

soon they learned to breath the one breath together
My God, it took time
but it was worth it