History has a way of barging its way into the present, imposing itself into the here and now so that space and time bend and concede to old emotion- flaring up from underneath, thrusting out from the depths and into the mind eye in a single moment erupting from the chest and mouth like hot…… Continue reading Hot Lava (poem)
As above, so below. The skies are blue, black, pink and grey- the mind is multifariously multicoloured. The unconscious- it’s like an ever changing, ever shifting maze; an aspect of the mind, a vast basement to the head. Your chain of thought threads you through it like a piece of cotton through the eye of…… Continue reading The vast maze of the unconscious mind..
Abreast a seemingly tiny wave I do not realise how deep those currents go. If I were to lie on my belly and look down into the water upon which I float and stare into those vast and shadowy depths I would only see until the darkness started- I would not be able to comprehend…… Continue reading Riding the waves of a deep dark ocean