Pembrokeshire mist

            Intimate most meaningful


                         of moments


            when natures mood and I


                        are one.


             Then I can only stop and feel


              and know that I am this


                       and this is me -


             life cradles me .


            Dark coverlid of sky


                        glowering  overhead -


          womb of world myself


                       the embryo


          container and contained


                     kernal and the shell


                                   winds space -  



             or wrapped close by night


                       darkness and darkness -


             
             Then I a child -passed faith

                       feel ecstasy -oneness for that while .







             

Late night pub thoughts on the theme of success and anonymity to be recited or sung to rambling blues guitar -

                  It was late one night , or early in the morning and we were sitting drinking playing                           some chess and we talked about success and anonymity how good it was not to be                             known   (   l i ke  true  losers ) AND HOW DANGEROUS  fame can be W e
                  thought about those well known casualties we thought about Oscar Wilde  John Lennon
                 Jim M orrison  Jimmy Hendrix  Amy  Winehouse Janis Joplin Marilyn Monroe  Malcolm
                 Lowry Jack Kerouac A Rimbaud .................                                  






                                                P u b    thoughts 



                      You  reach  the top

                       your life will stop                      


                        Your much sought fame

                         eternal shame


                        Success  is  sweet

                        fools you will meet


                         
                        When you are known

                         the bird has flown


                       First they thrill you

                        then they kill you


                        You think they care

                       your worst nightmare


                       A  bankrupt  age

                        live  out your rage


                       The way is long

                       dont lose your song


                      Dont let the booze

                       become your muse


                      Go  to the bars

                     but watch the stars


                   and remember


                   Your  elation is


                   your  sole   soul  salvation


                         your  elation





                  

Love

                       


                   O h   t h e  t e r r o r


                   t h e  e c s t a s y


                  t h e  h u r t  a n d


                 t h e  p a i n  -


                  P l e a s e   l o ve


                p l e a s e  l o v e



               c o m e       a g a i n     !
                  

Nederland

                                  


                     
                 T h e    s n o w


                                
                         i s



                        c o v e r i n g 


                             m y  f o o t s t e p s



                     a s  I  w a l k


                          
                             t h r o u g h


             
                t h e 


                              c o u r t y a r d s



                a n d       d o w n    




                         t h e   a v e n u e s



                                  o f  t r e e s               

              

               a l l   i s  w h i t e               

  


                            b e f o r e  me                                                                


          a n d   I   w e l c o me



                      
                     a l l   t h i s  ne w n e s s 





                                   f a r e - w e l l  .........


     














                    

The village of oulton

 It was sacred Saterday  , and he had the whole Summer day to spend at his grandparents home in the birth place of his father in the small village of oulton ( an almost feudal  village near to his own birthplace of Stone )

          His mind still redolent of heroic acts and dreams of the night before as he walked the half mile to the bus stop (in those days no-one worried about you going off alone  at five years old ! )In rolled the red and cream bus, he adjusted his holsters held the pearl handles of his revolvers tightened the cord of his stetson and stepped aboard into the smoke filled petrol fumed vehicle . The smiling driver told him to hold onto his horses as the bus lurched its way up the hill -

                 Up the first hill to oulton cross ( where his aunt lived in a small cottage ) then down the steep hill called '" the flash  "  and fast it was ! Then up the other side past the rather sinister convent the first rather grand house of the village , past the large police station to the centre of the village with a small farm on one side and the Wheatsheaf pub on the other .Waving goodbye to the driver he took the small lane behind the farm to his grandparents house, although he well knew of the dangers of taking this route- it was a perfect place for an ambush ! He loosely held the pearl handle of his revolver in readiness .

            His grandparents lived in a house at the highest point of the villge on the edge of a place called the sand hole or the rocks , both were a good description .In the beginning of the century half of a hill was carved out for its wonderful golden sand until they hit the hard rock centrewhich stood there monumentally in all its different steps and layers as the perfect setting to his " wild west '' '

  On top of the rounded green hill  standing all alone was a large ash tree perfecting the symmetry (much later in its life lightning would claim it ).After the welcome from the family and being told that he must listen out for their call for dinner his objective was to find his way onto " the rocks "His uncle had initiated him   into the secrets of the place for this had been and still was an age old play ground for country lads ! The first obstacle then was the sand stone rock face with its various foot holds and hand holds ( rather like the climbers practice climb  of today ) But you needed to remember the correct holds or you would fall ! How satisfying it was to successfully haul oneself up and find oneself on the first ledge and layer of  " the rocks , with all the day yet to enjoy !        

       end of part one Oulton .

Thoughts of the day - The computer is without limets in its capacity of memory in its ability to make connections within  this field - but the  human spirit is unfathomable -and fortunately beyond the compass and scope of a mere machine  .And thats why .....................

Amsterdam

 As  he often did when visiting that fateful city ,out of curiousity or of nostalgia he would
 go to see the house that he had lived in for seven years some thirty years ago .
 Those were different times with its residue of the sixties, squatters and riots and a few bombs  going off here and there ( some uncomfortably close to the flat ! )
 As he turned into Ruysdael Kade, he felt as if he was in that time again , nothing seemed
  to have changed and the place felt charged with a spring like feeling everything felt new
  and sparkling and there was a  feeling of welcome from the street, the houses and the trees,
   especially the elm trees which he had so often looked at and drawn.
               The beautiful Rijksmuseum looked down with its golden towers over the scene-
 He looked up at the second floor of the house at the alcove where he had often sat, walking up
 the two steps he noticed that the door was still the same dark green with the same familiar metal grating over the small window and beyond he could see those steep leg breaking stairs leading- Looking at the names above the door , he noticed that the owner of the house  (after thirty years ,was still living there,and he knew that if he still held the key to that house, that he could walk  through the door, climb those hilly stairs and resume his life as before, forgetting his other life  and that other city .
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Incarnation

                          Descending from  high



                                      altitudes



                                             clouds  open - sunlight - mist



                                                        the  grey  Northsea -



                             clouds  water  strand



                                           flickering light through the  cumuluses



                                  joyfulness   -




              towns    lakes  -



                                          canals -                 squares of flowers




                          Amsterdam         -      a  dream  ?







               A room in de Pijp




                              intricate  patterns  of  sunlight



                                    upon a table -



                         friends - love  - family



                             webs  of  relationship


             past  and present



                                 God   -another  lifetime !






               









                                                    
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A man is lost in the labyrinth he makes in Art and politics -W B YEATS

Thought of the day-Use technology use the internet but for Gods sake - for Gods sake dont fall down on your knees in adoration and in worship!