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Saturday, 31 December 2016

Candlelit Dreaming with Artwork by Wendy Bullen Stephenson


Hold that sweet engagement with dreamland
the way the stars, the moon, the clouds and quiet     
experience each moment… 
surrender to what you choose



Thursday, 1 December 2016

Contours of Autumn



All the songs come home
A newness of strength
To live in my body as an adult

Monday, 31 October 2016

Touching Eternity

go deeply
to that place beyond self
beyond earth walks and time
where all colour resides


Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Nightingale


a freely chosen adult life
the moon in an artist’s palette
the softness of washing
yellow basin
fuchsia clothes
hands dipping in water
a rhapsody of flute notes

Monday, 1 August 2016

Wild Flowers


at peace in the finite nature
of this one life
the simplicity of it
my ashes among wild flowers

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Spring Blossoms


Sunlight and slower days
the way it’s possible 
to love again
a groundedness in home
like the stars there every night 
waiting on the moon. 

Saturday, 2 April 2016

Dreaming with Tulips







From a bulb inside earth’s womb
roots penetrate the soil –
luminous through snow
candescent colours 
overflow the boundaries of time.

Tulips vibrantly answer the call –
stems grow beyond 
the edges of vases,
curve like rivers,   
forge in new directions 
and define for themselves
who they are.

Unafraid of transition,
tulips allow the flow of life 
to turn their insides into 
buttercup yellow elixir
falling on fairies 
like a gentle halo –
Ophelia’s spirit
renewed.


Saturday, 27 February 2016

A Traditional Style Tanka

Last days of summer
our lips tingle with citrus 
your ghost vanishes 
as the moon aches for the night
circling the Earth to return.

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Immeasurable Majesty


Sometimes change comes quietly,
A guest I didn’t know was near,
His kindness gracious renewal,
I am loved in by this universe,
I can’t help but welcome,
All that he brings.

Friday, 1 January 2016

Mirage


On a tangerine canvas,
pregnant seahorses
float through the air,
their tails painting the sky,
as I dream in the sun,
looking out on winter
wind and wine.