a voice for tenderness

this poetry

is a moment of peace

in an unrelenting storm

a voice for tenderness

when everyone screams fury and hatred

these words speak only

of love’s deepest longing

to be seen and known

so many people are so afraid

they build a wall

around their hearts

hoping for protection

but it doesn’t protect them

it just makes them cold and arrogant

or terrified and withdrawn

don’t be like them

but take down the wall

brick by blessed brick

until you are naked

love’s blazing majesty

will find you there

and through you

the world will be reborn.


we hide in the illusion

each day the pattern is the same
and we face an existential abyss
of being

standing between the story
and the story less
between the past and future
and the eternal present

we hide in the illusion
and pretend it’s real
we build the world
and fight our wars
feather our nests
and do our chores

anything but face the truth
that when we stop
all the chasing and running
we meet the void
and fall to our death

our glorious death
that brings life
and awakens us
to the splendor of reality

you can play in the illusion
but never take it too seriously
or your suffering, and the suffering of those around you
will be great.

A Letter To My Own Ego

I realise you have my best interests at heart

And I understand that you are trying to protect me

And I know that you are prone to swing

Between great fear and great pride

I also know you have cast yourself as the driver
Of the vehicle

Though how you even ended up in the front seat

Is beyond me!
Let alone take over as driver!

And I am truly sympathetic to your cause, 
truly I am

I have to tell you

That I worry about you
Your ability to make true and clear decisions

Is precarious

You seem overly neurotic at times

And so hell bent of my survival

That you forget how to live!
Why do you put everything down all the time?
Why are you always saying, ‘That’s not good enough or ‘That’s not right?’

I mean, let me just ask you this:
‘How do you feel about the unknown?’
 ‘How do you deal with deep feelings, or even the mystery of life?’
I thought so…not so good.
Do you have to know EVERYTHING!


And thats where I have to step in and, I’m afraid, overrule you.

OK it is time for some truth and a redress of power.
The fact is life is not that great when you are the driver, sole decision maker,

Judge and jury of my world.
That is not what you are here for. I know you think you are, but I’m sorry, you are not.
You are superb at doing things that need to be done. You are excellent at navigating the world, and weighing up left and right, up and down etc etc.
But you are just a part of the decision making process, and you need to be in your rightful place.
You can become kind of demonic left to your own devices.
Yes I know, I’m sorry too. I don’t know how it all happened, it just kinda became that way over the years without me noticing.
And yes, I know, all the other people have egos the size of planets and are all out of control.
But that is not an excuse. You can’t play the ‘if you can’t beat em, join em,’ game, here.
I am calling this to account. It is time.
You will thank me in the long run.
Because you are not really designed to run the whole show.
Here, let me spell it out.
You are supposed to be a great servant to the cause. But you have taken over control of the kingdom and you run it, quite frankly, terribly. You run it like a neurotic tyrant.
I have had enough of your stories, tantrums, excuses, your blaming and shaming, and your lashing out at other people, and your lashing out at me!
It is over. I love you but you are a demanding toddler sometimes.
So it is over.

Photography is Intimacy with the Experience of Life.

Blue Boat and TrashReality is a picture composed of perception and belief. It’s not something independent of us. We have been conditioned…trained, to believe that reality is something fixed, and we are merely observers of that fixed reality. This pervasive and disempowering belief could not be further from the truth.
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to define what reality is here, I have neither the intelligence or capability to do such a thing. If you consider reality, the utter vastness of what reality is, however you experience it, you realise we are unable, and will always be unable to define or explain it.

But we can say something of what it is not. And it’s not normal. Reality is not normal by any stretch of the imagination.
And here is something I’ve noticed. Two people can look at the same thing and explain what they see in very different ways, as though they are seeing two different realities. Maybe they are.
And then the big question arises. How does reality come into being? And what part do we play in our experience of reality.
These are the questions that fascinate me.

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