Look
Look with creator eyes at the cornucopia of colour emerging from within the leaves, leaves with vibrate earthy, natural colours, 
a last shot of energy, 
sap, 
then the leaves flurry to the ground, leaves turn to mush, 
energy returned to the ground, 
ready to energise,
to give life again, 
but now rest
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​Smell with creator senses, 
alert, 
tender and true.
Leaves, petals, once shouting out with colour abound, 
that deathly returning to the earth, 
all strength, 
resistance, 
life, 
colour drained, 
body broken down, 
life extinct 
The crunch of autumns deathly comes
Smell overwhelming of energy pouring back into the earth
the body, now a lifeless corpse, buried 
nurturance for life’s best
rest now until spring’s forth.

2 Cor 5:17 – Created a new – the old life is gone; a new life burgeons.
 
Change is in the air
Caterpillar enveloped
Enveloped in homemade chrysalis
Burial gown?
Grave of the old earthly bond body
Death seeps in……
 
Cells,
structure
collapse
life blood flows out,
held,
ready.
 
Darkness,
silence,
confusion.
This liminal space
This hard place
Death is held here.
 
then,
as if all hope was totally lost
a quickening pause of energy strikes
 
an urgent plea is sounded
Prophesy
Prophesy this new life into being
Speak words of
Hope
Love
Encouragement.
 
this liminal space becomes a womb
birthing into a new reality
 
Suddenly
Cells grow and knit together
Structure builds
colours emerge.
 
The butterfly exhausted
Emerges
Flaps its wings and fly’s
 
This thing of beauty
flying above
Lopping in and out,
flying high,
flying low
 
Change is birthed again.

​mr blackbird
I saw,
I noticed,
one of your young, died
he was on the cold earth, motionless
his soul free now from the limitation of its earthly body soaring high
he looked perfect
no sign of attack 

mr blackbird
I could tell 
I could tell you were looking for him
almost cancelling out the body on the earth near you
you didn’t want to admit it
who would?
I removed his body to a safe place, at rest
you calmed down, 
almost acknowledging, accepting your lose, 
knowing nothing more could be done for your son

then you, yes you mr blackbird let out a heart-wrenching lamination 
you say, 
you noticed

​mr blackbird
you are a master listener
you hop along, you stop,
moving your head from side to side
listening, listening carefully
listening without interruption
listening beyond time

you hop again
and again

then
suddenly
you dive down
deep under the earth,
a wriggling worm is torn from it’s dark, moist world

I wonder what you heard mr blackbird?
do worms make a sound
or was it a vibration
maybe just a hunch

mr blackbird, how do you hear?
what do you hear?

mr blackbird you inspire me to
listen better,
listen with sight,
ears and other senses.

​mr blackbird,
I watched you for ages,
you were in a meditative haze,
orange beak open
body in a contorted shape,
like concord  about to take off
you were resting in mid summers spotlight
shimmering in the haze like a sauna’s intense heat.

you were living firmly in he moment,
steadfast in another place,
another world
What do you dream of mr blackbird?

mr blackbird sits precariously on his high tower, looking, sensing even knowing something is wrong

Then as if a switch is triggered he is brought to life, there is an urgency to his message, all is not well, you need to listen to me,

take action,
take cover

mr blackbird uses all his energy to proclaim this message, this message that must be heard, despite the bedraggled worn out appearance mr blackbird uses his small frame to jump up and down, flap his wings for all their might, forcing out his message, the echo of his voice reverberating across shed and greenhouse, lawn and flowerbed

​This pulsating red hot message is passed on to other lookouts, there is a cacophony of noise as the message is received and re-communicated.
Then, as if the switch is turned off, peace descends to the garden, the threat has ceased, moved on yet mr blackbird know’s never to rest, next time things could be different……

​connected – discounted
satellite tv
mobile phones
social media
we’ve never been so connected, says the advert
all-consuming, hours, wasted on nowt,
saturated with information, whizzing about the mind,
anesthetised to reality,
blind,
numbing,
shews life,
feeds demons of the mind.

Its time,
time to disconnect.


reconnect to reality
reality in all its multifaceted colour

embrace,
government lost, lost in crisis.

nhs – do we need to talk about it, resus or not?

relationships with real people, learn to disagree well
befriend people unlike you – be disturbed
be different and live.
connect to humanity,
natural word.

Connect to the heartbeat,
the heartbeat of who you are,
your place in the world,
your home in nature,
life in its fullest sense,
taste and see.

sitting quietly
whilst the hussle and bustle go on around me
The drone of life never seems to
stop,
to ease just for a second,
like a record, stuck in a groove,
mind numbing, irritating, tiring.

but
the God of my understanding
talks to my soul
Just sit, watch
just sit, listen
just sit, feel
just sit, sense
just sit, be

​Be here, sit here, watch and pray.
watch in the noise of life,
for the grasshopper,
tune into this new rhyme of life
Watch, watch for the signs, the sign of the coming revolution 

God speaks to us most clearly through silence,
In absence,
through our unknowing, knowing
ungendered, unattainable but present, knowing us, getting us.
Seeing humanities quirkiness even struggles yet somehow loving us beyond time and space, blind to borders, hate and otherness.
God abides not in one single religion, or one space, God is beyond our limiting brains, this we must embrace.
God is with us, with us right now. In the silent place of your soul, the soul the womb of God, God is stirring, listen, you might hear, listen with ears, mind and heart.

​Earth restored:
Water comes tumbling down from the sky onto the parched earth, renewing, restoring, earth.
Fading colours are renewed
Death’s grip on mother earth has been banished once again.
Does humanity care, even notice this miracle which happens without its careless interaction?