Of all that is written, poetry requires the most from its reader. No lazy mind is drawn to poetry.
Fall in love,
fall in love.
How easy it is
to fall in love with a flower.
I think God made a mistake
in making flowers
so easy to take.
So very, very easy to take.
More of my poems
Here is the next part of Pittown – Silent Order.
Chapter 24: Midsummer’s Dream
Dr. Apollo sat on the middle rock in the Botanical Gardens meditation area as if it had been put there especially for him. The Silent Order had been having its meetings there during summer. Nearby, a theatre company, who performed regular productions of Shakespeare in the gardens, was beginning, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The breeze intermittently carried the actors’ voices into the fern gully where Merlyn and the small group listened attentively to their teacher.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” announced the commentator, “this evening, we have pleasure in bringing you the jewel of Shakespeare’s comedies, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Come with us into the magical world of lovers, fairies, and fools.” Continue reading “Pittown – Silent Order: Lovers, Fairies, and Fools”
Although we each believe our thoughts are specific and personal to ourselves, in fact, our thoughts, fears, and desires are normal to all egos and are commonly shared. In this way, it is relatively easy to read the thoughts of most humans with just a few subtle cues. Thoughts tend to run along the same worn tracks leading to the same worn conclusions. Combining this knowledge with an understanding of the types of thoughts that individuals at different levels of consciousness will gravitate towards will, with experience, lead to becoming a most astute mind reader. Continue reading “Commonality of Thought”
Here is the next part of Faith (Book 4 of the Waldmeer Series).
“I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that’s really real.” (Walking on Sunshine)
Chapter 18: A Thousand Years of Tears
In the Borderfirma Mountains:
Aristotle hung his legs from the top of the three-storey tree house in the palace gardens. It wasn’t the same without Malik. Tree houses are meant for sharing; sharing adventures and secrets. The last time Aristotle was in this tree house was half a year ago but in those months, many years had passed in the Borderfirma Mountains. Malik had long since outgrown the days of playing in trees. Continue reading “Faith: Tears and Sunshine”
This is the beginning of my book, The Love of Devotion. It describes two pivotal spiritual experiences at ages 22 and 26, covering three different countries – Australia, America, and England.
Chapter 1: Solutions are Spiritual
Breath of God
The fruits of serious spiritual devotion have an unmistakable flavour, sometimes, even more so in retrospect. It had been a challenging few years. I was twenty-six. I had been progressing through an existential crisis, an involuntary falling apart of life’s meaning. I felt a deep human aloneness and with all my praying I failed to feel the love of God in any way which could help my state of being. Other than the care and protection of my two little children and my spiritual studies, I had no interest in anything. Everything seemed trite to me; meaningless and often painfully intolerable. I had lost faith in everything human to give solace to my soul. It was not intentional. It is just what happened over the space of a few years. I was at the bottom of the valley – all things lost but nothing yet gained. Continue reading “Breath of God”