I have no heart and so I cannot feel

  I have no teeth and uncombed I remain;

My hairs silk threads become a tangled briar..
Men gaze on me with ruthless, cold disdain
My visage does no longer light their fire.

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I have no mind and so I cannot think

I cannot love nor hate now I grow tired.

Yet runs my nose and do my eyes not blink?
Where is that man with care and with desire?

I have no heart,for it turns cold and hard.
Yet soul I have and spirit and my sight.
At life’s long game I fling down all my cards.
And ask for nothing but a means of flight.

For beauty withers as my wisdom grows.
And none observe the circling of the crow

Trust in darkness

“Trust the unknown”. Autumn 2013 008All shall be well,and all manner of things shall be well” St Julian of Norwich Trust the unknown force that grew you, From the joining of two cells. Act of love, of self giving, Thus to grow a newer self. Trust the dark,the unseen aspects Of the life we all do live. Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere, To your emptiness to give. Wait in patience for the time When inspiration comes at last Trust in darkness,silence,lowness. Opposition forms the cross. Pain is bearable in lowness, Like the worm in earth I dwell. When I look I see the sunrise And I trust all shall be well.