Mystic Space of Unknowing


In a mystic space

of unknowing

unlearning all old habits

wisdom of spirit bear

courage and strength

in a place of unravelling

threads of the past

hitched thoughts to cast

out, leaving only present space

for bubbling brook currents of wakened awareness

to calm all ripples of past connection


Summer Flower Scorching

I loved her like a summer flower,

Delicate petals caressed; sweet scent scintillating

Earthy roots creeping into my soul, etching meaning

In the summer sun, her colours enriched my plain palette

We were One Soul

Then she crept away with her youthful grin

And left my heart, crisped vines in the sun

In The Rough

00000 WP child beach REAL

Stifled crisp

stilled oyster

drifting in the deep silt

gritty particulate sand

sea-deep darkness

still and cold

rock-stuck, numb-froze

soft tissue oyster warms

light-point shining bleak shadows

silhouettes dance on the inside of shell

chasing a will to move

an intention to feel



ocean current sweeping dense grains

light awakens stiff silence


tip toe merry go

girl in sand

pearl in hand


pink and orange dancing

footprints under dying sun

tingling rays, neck-ticklers

fun chuckle, light sand-sweep

tucked to cosy bed

rising sea stung sandbar

damp, chilled bone

silhouettes gone

deep oyster-shell

still again


memories of being joy-held

wiggle room in shell

flickering recognition

bobby-pin buddy

Poem Credit – Kenne/Ken Adam

Photo Credit – Flickr:


Golden Number Three