Published: 16 June 2025

we all naturally float

we all naturally float
it’s a matter of fact
carried over a waterfall
bathing in Shangri-la
we all float with ease
it’s true some float more
than others, not to mention
those who are sinkers
but that’s not what
I’m thinking about
rest assured, it seems
a good time to remind you
we’re all born in water

we all naturally float
if not in nature at least
in mind, where, we pause
between pauses, spend hours
like minutes and minutes like hours
because time has no meaning
it’s just another illusion
not to mention a bubble
that’s for real, it rises
between you and me
both of us reflected in it
millions of people
a multitude floating in it
isn’t it wonderful how easily
we’re carried away

yes, we all naturally float
if everything is an illusion
this isn’t, join me
don’t believe otherwise
relax as we recline
upon an undulating surface
that suits us most
we shall drift over crevasses
the ruins of yesterday
requiring only this bubble
to rest upon, despite
the dreadful depths that lie
beneath; if you like
I’ll hold your hand
turn and say to you
if only to remind you

we all naturally float

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I have learnt to appreciate tea.
It gives a lift, almost sinful,
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Attack of the Hairy World

Bonnie woke up to a globe covered in hair.
It wasn’t originally furry, it must have
happened over night, she didn’t remember
it being that way before she went to sleep.
It was a gift from her grandfather
who wanted to encourage an interest
in geography — but it wasn’t covered in fur
when he gave it to her, was this a dream?
It felt real — she stroked it. It purred
and spun. Bonnie sat for a while stroking
and watching her new hairy world spin.

the Sun God says hello

awaken to light on the ceiling
open the curtains, the clouds are gone
the horizon bright warm exciting
the Sun God says hello

Naked under leather

Naked under leather
soaked in water
laugh on instinct
see far beyond you
stand on what’s under
start again what’s over
think about what’s forgotten
reach past your grasp

to be yourself

we refine ourselves
add to ourselves
through acts of kindness
help others
share love

define ourselves
through sorrows
our errors
our foolishness

The meaning of rocks

The first dilemma the seeker of truth must face,
how will I know which rock is mine, which is best,
my spirit rock, the one meant to be my guide?

These are legitimate questions, but misleading.
One must ask what will lead me to my rock?

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