The Ghost Ship

The Ghost Ship —- They come from land and some by wave To travel brave and not unnerved Across a globe described by one Who sees in numbers straight and curved —- That one, disgraced, must face a queen Must eat her wrath and test its moment And through eyes of tender wife Must glimpse…

Formulas of Virtue…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* We have become well versed in the love of enemies… That’s the long and the short of it! * Silent and graceful, we move, as automata, in a pit of vipers… * Our frozen lips trace past moralities like a catechism… but their utterance is forever forestalled. * The…

A Multi-Coloured Dream-Coat? …

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* In the starry realms Two suns often determine The course of a single planet. * So, too for ‘modern man’ Whose actions can be Determined by more than one ‘morality’. * Thus, we shine… One moment with this colour And now, with another. * There may be even cases…

A common misconception?

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
? “….so, this year it is Shakespeare and the Elizabethan Court, and next year we’ll be in Sumeria.” Running around getting things organised for the workshops always involves the attempted acquisition of some strange items. I frequently get asked what I’m hoping to use them for and that inevitably…

The opened palm

  “I only know how to ask…” Probably the last thing she said to me, so many years ago. Age took her, then. But the memory of the touch of her mind and heart is a wonderful one. So gentle, so nurturing, and yet so very full of purpose… “It’s a precious thing, to be…

The Beginnings of Endings

Originally posted on Not Tomatoes:
? Photo Credit: Pixabay ? The owl appeared as the resurrected phoenix during my last, formal meditation as a student of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness. At some point, the seeker becomes the seen as the threshold to the mysteries are opened. The wisdom that always lies in wait within…

A flying visit – Seeing the details

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It is impossible to walk around Stratford-upon-Avon without noticing its history, its art or its connection to William Shakespeare. Half timbered buildings are, it seems, everywhere. Statues and artistic depictions of the Bard vie with signs bearing his name or allusions to his work… in every conceivable…

Esoteric shipbuilding

It was a ‘stream of consciousness moment’; one of those that acts like a time machine. The flash of memories cut right back to my childhood – seven or eight years old. It included the sight and texture of the old bricks of our primary school playground, the beginnings of art at school, and learning…

A drop in the ocean

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
With the April workshop looming close, Stuart and I needed a break from work and headed off for the afternoon. We wanted to pay our respects to one of the influences behind the weekend, so we took advantage of a rare break in the weather. It has rained a…

Spring’s Silent Song

  Is it perhaps in fingertips Where poised and ready reflex sits Sharpened, flexed and keen Framing March’s calling turn As brightness fills the sky ➰ Or feet that on an older ground Had slithered, moaned and grumbled loud Now, with bouncing spring and tread A lighter step as though ahead A different path awaits…

March For Our Lives

Originally posted on Myths of the Mirror:
David Hogg, (AP Photo/Andrew Harnik) Most of my followers have heard me mention a time or two that my youngest brother was a victim of gun violence. Fifteen years ago this summer, he was shot in the head inside his home. There was no national coverage, no thoughts…

A Magical Roundabout

I remember the moment, a few years ago, when Stuart – one of my co-directors of the Silent Eye – said to me: “And that’s it, vanished in an instant: all that work about to be packed up, filed away and forgotten…” He was referring to the hour at the end of our annual workshop…