If the spirit is like the fluid
Of the womb
Is the heart and mind
Like the fertilised egg

How did death get in there?
It’s a nonsense that hurts

Does the earth say to us?
You cannot have more life
Then a thousand blades of grass
You cannot live longer
Tan a thousand petals

What we seek
What we want
Is to last as long
As a thousand galaxies

Or a thousand
Of the Lord God’s
White hairs
That regrow anyway


There is a burnt sacrifice
It is for me, so I’m told

There is a burnt sacrifice
It is more than
———–Christmas dinner
In the Salvation Army hostel

There is the burnt sacrifice
Of a once living thing

Sit here a while, by the altar
Maybe it will speak to you

There is the burnt offering
You are poor, but this is beyond wealth


Was the beginning of love
A good feeling – unconscious of love?

Was the beginning f love
In the nothingness, a great a-life-ness?

Was the beginning of love
Everything that power can be?

The invisible Man of the universe
Where does he stand? Inside it
Around it? Outside of it? With it?

Was the beginning of love
The wisest thing??

Was the beginning of love
More than life?


Where the darkness
Eclipses the light
I am on the verge of tears

The animal cannot run fast enough
Its legs tangle up together
It’s paws across my body
Feel like cries

Am I all darkness?
Am I all depressiveness?

How: you can pick a burnt fleck
Off of a fried egg

And the chicken?
It didn’t ask for that


Once I saw
Someone stub out
Their cigarette
In an egg
That lovely
White and yellow food

It stood up there
Like a penis of stone
In a landscape
The landscape
Was shamed
And would not
Give birth


Life can never lose its blood
God can never lose His Love

The dead sea scripture poet…

Hated heathens, planned war
Awaited the cycle of destruction
Wore sandals, a white robe
Smeared himself in oil
Practised the covenant
Hid from Romans
Lived in communes in the wilderness

Walked the narrow streets
Heard people boast of killings
But his tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth
One foot in the grave
One hand around a wine jug
Then he discovered the Lords path
Began writing thanksgiving poetry

Learning nothing was done
The Lord had not foreseen
He was a trueborn priest
With insight into God’s workings

Truths like fingernails and hair
Grew long after his death
Sunlight held a secret
Looking into the sunlight he saw a movie
A boat sailing
With all the works of the Lord

While alive he waited and waited
For the vengeance of God
But no vengeance came
Only Romans and Jesus Christ

The Dead Sea Scripture Poet
Because he kept the covenant of God
Is said to be alive today

Israel, Kibbutz Ziqim near Gaza 1977

From “Beautiful Words” collection

A light – golden

A light – golden

A light – golden
more golden than the eye can detect
Follows you in, is one of you
Are more than you!

A light older than the earth
Its energy, pure, refined like love
Happiness, greater than time
Yet it is such a minor light, a little light

A feeling felt, sensed of this light
Of happiness, love bound up, glowing

Following you as you go in
But seems unseen by everyone
Invisible, is too much light to be seen by you
The secret part of light, the heat of light
Another light, a guiding fleck of light
I almost saw the form of a man
Much later, as I remember
The feeling the light had
Of guiding you, like two blind men
“At last, about time, got you here”
Not seeing it, presenting me to you

Then left or seemed to leave
Vanished into the night, hurrying away
Bowed out un-noticed by you

You stepped through the doorway
Full of yourselves, smiling professionally
You’d just about made it here not knowing why or how
And you walked in the door without a goodbye

A long-time empty in my mind

The tear has travelled a long way
A long way home to find
The heart was a long time empty
A long-time empty in my mind

Down the roads across the skies
Who knows how many times?
It lost its way and began again
A long-time empty in my mind

I miss the love I thought I knew
I miss the life I had
Like a train can lose its carriage
And rolls on feelings bad

So you cut a hole into my life
And staked me to the ground
There is no freedom in my heart
When you’re not around

The tear has travelled a long way
A long way home to the town
The shadow that I left behind
With the knife stuck in the ground

Insanity has grown in me

Insanity has grown in me
Dumb as dead dogs on broken stars

Someone filled my heart with bangers
Then closed the wound with a spiders thread

I sense my mind getting small and alone
A perpetual machine of inner war

The bit between my teeth pulls tight
I eat my screams and latch shut a smile

Is there any way back to the broken home
With the balsam of love and laughter

The broken home held together

For the sake of the children




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