Joy sings now in golden light,

Then after day comes deep,black night

.New moon is rising by grey trees,

The earth is where I want to be.

I want the day,I want the night.
I want the dark.I want the light.
I want to see and to be seen,~
And not to lose my precious  dreams

The sun has set, grey clouds turn black,

The day just gone  will not come back.

I’ll rest in quiet reverie

Until the reaper’s scythe takes me.

And then I drop and mix with dust,
Till worms and beetles sate their lust.
And fall into ten thousand motes,
And dance, in sunlight,  music’s notes.

No more striving ,no more ambition

No more fighting,no competition

Every particle’s the sameWithout even  a unique name.

Without even  a unique name.

And, side by side, we all are one,
The lusts of life have been and gone.
We dwell with dirt and grain and sand
At last we’ve reached the Promised Land

There is a 95 year old lady here.Every evening she comes round and says Good night and God bless Which I repeat to her

Last night I was feeling happy so when she came in I gave her a big smile She did not speak but walked nearer and nearer to me staring at my face.Then she said, good night.

London to bite

Evening Abuse

The Martyrs

Knit the 9 o’clock news (Michael Rosen)

Desert Island Frisks

Prime Minister’s Nesting Frame

Humming Power

Fuse Light

Flannel 4 Clues

The Main Flus

Advice to the Patient

Comedy Tower

If we practise a religion it needs to make us less self centered

The emphasis on sin can lead to scruples where we are over aware of ourselves

Of course we do need to know how we are treating others on and

perhaps notice our thoughtlessness or cruelty.

Words are very potent.

By Katherine