Poems #The Human Condition

How much loss can someone deal with in such a short time? Seems all the people I love have passed in the last year. Now my beloved dog, Rufus, the most loyal and loving soul has crossed the rainbow bridge. But I must remember all he taught me. It's not about goodbyes. It's always about the hello.

Coming up to year since my beloveds passing, I find myself awash in so many emotions. Yet, I am not drowning.

Busy is our world. Why it gotta be so busy?

In life, we are at one moment or another everything and nothing, everywhere and nowhere, at all.

A month shy of a year since my beloved transcended, and 13 years to the day since we first made love, this poem flowed out of me with tears, and for the first time, a glimmer of hope for the future.

Love means forgiveness. Love means you are willing to understand that all actions are perfect. Love means that love is perfectly imperfectly perfect.

Born with no pants, born innocent, born perfect. You are still that naked wondrous truth.

An ode to the pain and bliss of awakening.

Notes on the increasing use of technology in our lives, the soul-less agenda of trans humanism, sci-fi and the search for the soul beyond cultural and religious givens.

About the distance that can build up between yourself and those who you love so dearly.

All my life I've heard other peoples minds more or less broadcasting their thoughts... more like feelings actually than reading someones mind. It used to really bother me. I learnt how to be able to tune in or tune out. Sometimes however, people are just so loud with their thoughts its impossible not to hear it. I also get senses and images from them, or from loved ones past, and I've learnt to really enjoy this communion.

Fed up with London, my love and I moved to Ibiza. The rudeness of the big city was just one reason why.