The Palace Of Art ( for the late Danny Milne ) Song .

                                         I flew in a dream

              Through  a  green  mandala

               And  in  the centre

               Was the heart of light .



                I saw in a dream

                We made a rainbow palace

                Gate to a green paradise -



               Waves washed the shore-line 

              Songs of eternity .


              I saw in a vision 

              The palace of art

               It was made of blown

             Coloured glass .



             We made the domes

             In the sky

            Where  you could dream

            Of all beauty-

           And they were built upon

           Pillars of gold .


          On one side of the  palace

            The pavilion of pleasure

          And on the other

          The temple of truth 


          And the waves


          Washed between them


           Singing songs of eternity .



           All your life you rapped  

           And sang at the door- 

          Right until the end -

          Until  they allowed you 

          In  -     at last .

Romance

                        Go into a trance

                        Trees blowing cloud blossoms to the wind

                         Feel the romance

                        Of the sun going down 

                        Over the moors at sunset -

                        Glistening particles of your soul

                        In the granite monuments

                        Of your dream

                        As you swoon into knowingness

                         And follow the lines of the world .




                       Go into a trance

                       In the sound of the flute

                       Beside the Holy river 

                       And the lutes echoing

                       In empty courtyards -
                       
                      And the dance of the body 

                      Of the beloved as she 

                       Sways you into vision 
           
                       You are the sacred pages
  
                      Pages of the book-   

                     Containing past and present

                     In the vortex of this moment .




                      Go into a trance

                      Within the dream that cradles you

                      In the romance

                      From birth - and beyond death also -

                      The Eden that holds you 

                      In its totality -protecting your essence

                       Dreaming on and on 

                      In the great imagining -

                     

                       

Calligraphical painting title cymru chinois

Stones dartmoor watercolour

Calligraphical painting

Thought of the day ---

                       My work , is the lyrical gesture of joy that frees me from the tyranny of  the representational world and of conditioned seeing  .

White on black calligraphical

Two calligraphical paintings in acrylic on board and canvas .August 2016