Fast Dreams

Into the new day

From the dark night

Thoughts rise to you

Steel endeavours to obey

Urges heart to love

Clear the fog of indecision

From the path ahead

Allow the channels

Of inspiration to flow

Through this muddy

Waste pipe of life.

I stumble and fall

Far from where I am meant to be

Crawling ungainly over rough ground

Head low not high

Soaring over earthly business

Demeaned by apathies and appetites

Bemoaned by celestial forces

Unsure, hesitating

Sword sheathed.

While the battle rages

Fighting whimpering inner foes

Instead of the enemies without

That rob us of our birthright

Dreams of fear

Loved one covered in sores

Raw and pus filled

Missing parts of limbs

Melted my heart with horror

“Oh My dear one!”

I cry out in pity and pain

But he looked at me with such

Sweet long suffering

As if to say,

You only have to look

Imagine how it is for me!

And then tried to cheer me

Glad to be awoken from such a dream

Searching for a better me

Among the ruins of existence

Trying to clear a path

Remember the reason for this life

A glimpse of light ahead

Reminds me of a purpose

Long forgotten amidst

The futile business of life

Dreamt of a relative giving me tea

Special healing infusion

That strengthened

The elixir handed out so generously

So typical of her sweet nature

We were on a mountain slope

With epic journeys to be tackled

Her kindness anchored goodness in me

I awake to find it time to rise

My dreams and this world

Are fraying and meeting

At the unfolding edges

Each night another thread of the tale

Leads me on.

Awoke this morning

Another dream fresh

I scramble to remember

But it has evaporated

Like joy and pain

All things pass

Shadows on the cave wall

From the fire reflecting

The real life outside

Into this valley of darkness

I awake to the lack of light

Aware that just behind the veil

Lies everything worthy.

Homesickness - Already!!

I know, I know I was waxing lyrical about Malta in my last blog.  So after only four days here why do I feel suddenly so low.  I mean people come here on two week breaks and are probably happier during this fortnight than the rest of their year.  So why after four days am I feeling the pull of all things familiar?  It’s not the place to be honest, having been brought up in Northern Ireland I can honestly say its faults are branded into my memory banks.  But it is the people.  You remember all the people that mean so much to you and a longing to see them, laugh together, hug them sweeps over you.  It swamps all the present beauty around me and in this beautiful spot I see that I am strangely bereft.  My Dad used to say Irish homesickness is a terminal disease.  I suddenly know what he means.  You feel the tug of all those who love you and the passing of each 24 hours without them seems unendurable.  The clock is ticking, on which we have an allotted span and it is intolerable to waste a moment.  So to all of you back home hug close those you hold dear.  Have those conversations, walks and hugs.  Take delight in being so close, don’t waste a second in arguments.

 And here from a bench in the shade overlooking the Med know how much I miss you and suddenly long for your presence.