Midweek Muse #12
Let go… A Poem By Mary Inglis Drop away Let go Let the fingers of your mind and expectations relax and release their hold. Just turn away. There is a deeper mystery at the
Let go… A Poem By Mary Inglis Drop away Let go Let the fingers of your mind and expectations relax and release their hold. Just turn away. There is a deeper mystery at the
I am a Peace of Nature and I am Beautiful He comes from the forest drawn by the crystal light out of the magic circle, to a tender partner – to a dance of Man
Author's Note 2024: I wrote this poem in a tea break during the Iron John Workshop with Robert Bly. Click here for my story about my experiences of that workshop. The poem was a result
You’ll often see the staff on a Friday in the pub Or collect a TV dinner from the kitchen in a tub You can see the seashore shrink when the moon it waxes full See
In my life I’d like to see Peter as an example I too would like to found a community The community of body, mind, spirit and emotions All working in harmony, for my higher good
When God and I Speak When God and I speak we don't always see eye to eye He or she has plans for world peace I have a plan for a second cup of coffee
In 2013 whilst living in Munich, Germany, I created an exhibition of my work. The following are two sides of a card we got printed for the occasion. I offer the poem here
Network News, issue number 30, was originally published in Spring 2002. Inside this edition: The Green And Burning Tree, Weaving My Destiny, and a poem by Mike Scott. To browse through
Margot Henderson 21st April 2014 You were loyal to the last, you chose your day in Perfect Timing as we say, the AGM of the NFA! The new councillors were voted in just as you
Sandy Barr When you see a head lowered and the shoulders are round When the brows are all furrowed and the feet drag the ground Then few words are spoken and life it seems rough