Morning Glory

Frogs croak in the dawn

 Storks glide across the shallows

Kingfishers flash past


Old and Decrepid

I am old and decrepid.

I’ve been shoved around all my life

made to fetch and carry by everyone else

heavy loads made me strain and grind where I shouldn’t

I’m past all that now.

I’m just left sitting here

in the garden

whiling away the hours…just sitting.

I am no longer of any use.

For I am broken and old

Left too long with no attention given to me.



Here I sit by a pond. Pondering. Aware…

What would it be like to be a frog.

Here I sit by a pond, a frog. I am still, aware of my surroundings…. I remain still, aware. A fly passes by, turns and returns. My tongue stretches out and catches it. Swallow. I sit still…aware. A shadow covers over. Splash, dive.

Here  I sit at the bottom of a pond…still…aware

I move to the edge and up under some plants. I poke my head up through the surface and breath…aware. 

I see a human. I remain still …aware. 

Here I sit by a pond…pondering… aware . Am I a human? I ponder therefore I am. 


Till the moon comes again.


Time it is, the tide to turn.

Pull of the moon, pull of the moon.

Gently stirring and drawing to itself.

The sea swelling and lifting,

Swelling and lifting.

Raising up and letting go,

Raising up and letting go.

Waves rolling in to kiss the beach.

Rolling  kissing, rolling kissing.

Driving up and dragging back,

Driving up and dragging back.

Sorting, sifting, pushing up,

Sorting, sifting, pushing up.

Leaving high and dry,

Assorted scraps of dross,

Glistening like morning dew.

Dragging back the shingle.

Moving into memory.

Dragging,  moving, dragging, moving.

Ripping off the bottom, driving along,

Ripping, driving, ripping, driving,

To throw onto some distant shore.

Wind rising, waves rolling,

Wind rising, waves rolling.

Surf flowing down the crest,

Back up and out ahead,

To dive back in…




Till the moon comes again.

The Journey…What do we seek?


What is it that we seek in life…..happiness? A sense of purpose…fulfilled? A feeling that we are doing what we are here for? Enlightenment or at least progress on that path?(if you believe in it). Perhaps a sense that your life has not been wasted? Or that you’ve done more good than harm? Unity with some divine essence that you might believe in?

Perhaps you’d like to write your own blog,whether public or private with your thoughts about what it is we seek. You could put a link to it below. 

Or you could comment below and join in the journey by sharing your view?..

For me I think that all the above examples fit for what it is I seek.

Journey Into The Unknown

Would you like to join me on a journey into the unknown? You may have a few questions, as do I…

  1. Who am I?
  2. Where are we going?
  3. Which direction?
  4. When are we leaving?
  5. What type of journey is it?
  6. What do we need to take with us?
  7. Where are we leaving from?
  8. Why are we going?
  9. What do we seek?
  10. What should we leave behind?

If you’d like to join me, then feel free to suggest changing or adding any questions

Origami man

newspaper man origami

As I awaken, at the beginningof the day

It seems to me that life is strange in a most peculiar way.

It all joins up together, situations to address,

Bends me to it’s will and then creates my life afresh.

As days unfold my life reveals the depths that lie within….

It’s like I’m made of paper, all folded up and thin.

I look outside and see the rain and contemplate the weather

And then I glance and notice that my skin is made of leather.

I’m in this bendy body that’s creased up by the sun

 Unfolding through the seasons touch of nature being One

I’m an origami man from an origami womb.

When I die they’ll lay me flat in an origami tomb.