Photo by Dan Fraser

Sometimes the bright lights

and the loud voices

of success

don’t compare well

with the soft murmur

and gentle touch

of failure

whose failure is it anyway

The crooked tree

Photo by Adrienne Fraser

Does the wind make a tree

grow crooked

or does it lean in the direction

of its thirst

the rain knows the way

to the ocean

you can’t make an appointment

for joy

when children ask

are we there yet

they know the answer

The gift of breath

Photo by Dan Fraser

So many ways to unwrap

this precious gift of breath

in the forest of leaves

every colour that your eyes

can imagine

or the scent and sweet song 

of the tiny birds

with their bright wings

that flutter so swiftly

in the air of morning sun

New one

Photo by Dan Fraser

When we hear the signal

we will all slide down the tunnel

into this world

what a shock it must be

coming from the music

and the love and light

into all the needs

of this helpless body

what did we forget

do we have to learn it all again

Crash landing

Photo by Dan Fraser

There was a crash landing

when my past ran into my future

without a flight plan

all the pathways leading away

turned out to be circles

going back to the start

I looked for stations

that could pump air 

into the flat tires of my dreams

I followed a flickering light

into the forest

that brought me to this place

where I belong

which I never left 

The tower of secrets

Photo by Dan Fraser

I keep a tower of secrets

buried deep in ice

I’m sure I put it there

more than once or twice

there was nothing more

to say

so I locked the door

and threw the key away

a bubble rising

to the surface of forget

may be a lesson

that I haven’t swallowed yet

some things cannot be

in air

that’s the reason

why I put them there

I was the key

Photo by Dan Fraser

I came from the country

where the door to true

was locked

and no one had the key

it turned out I was the key

but I didn’t know

I tried many other keys

but they weren’t me

and I didn’t know

the roads were all downhill

and ended in a cliff

that only I could climb

but I didn’t know

now I see the steps

and every one is mine

there is a fine mist at the top

but the sky is clear

and the view is mine


Photo by Dan Fraser

Nothing in this world

is more important 

than everything

and everything is energy

or God or love or the ocean

there is only one ocean

hello drop

you are everything