Tell me right away if I’m disturbing you,
he said as he stepped inside my door,
and I’ll leave at once.

You not only disturb me, I said,
you shatter my existence.


[Eeva Kilpi]

The wild swans at Coole

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

W B Yeats

Esfahan Masjids (mosques)


Paisley-gilded domes
Bold ceramics, veined marble
Vivid, holy hues

Mosaic tile montages
Sudden alien patterns
God alone flawless

Vaulted symmetry
Seven echoes resonate
Line and form, perfect

Green at dusk Azaan
Twin minarets. Sentinels.
Muezzin summons.

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Beautiful day, beautiful person

Today. The first time.
Two souls meet up and reach out.
Today. The right time.

No cares, no worries.
Together free and easy.
Minds alike, unite.

Problems shared, tales told
Laughter, teasing, smiles at last.
Friends before lovers.

Inhibitions fly.
Happy in each other’s shoes.
All doubts cast aside.

A beautiful day.
Full of sunshine, full of joy.
Beautiful Person.

Thank you x


Phoenix Rising


Phoenix Rising

I look up at the stars.
Bright, familiar patterns
Winking at the moon.

Now I wonder, dream.
My brother. Is he watching
The same stars as me?

A bond is forming.
Hands stretched across the ocean.
Fingertips touching.

We share so much pain
But the joy of connecting
Washes it away.

Magical brother.
You make my cares disappear.
Peaceful calm restored.

You rise from the flames.
New hope adorns your person.
Tears fall, healing wounds.

Wings outstretched you fly.
Free to soar unchained. Released.
Old thoughts left behind.

No illusions here.
Weave your magic. Spread your love.
No tricks, just wand of joy.

You are not alone.
A ring of angel sisters
Encircle you now.

To comfort and pray.
To share in your resurgence.
To guide and support.

Brother, we are here.
We love you and watch you grow
Stronger, happier.

Take good care big bro’.
You were lost but are now found.
Don’t leave us again.

The bindings of love
Entwine our dear hearts with yours.
May peace be with you.

My brother.


True friends are a gift
Natural affinity
Linked, cosy warm glow

Twenty-four carat
glinting treasure, pearls galore
A friendship fortune

Honesty, truth reigns
“Does my bum look big in this?”
“Absolutely not!”

Nurture your friendships
Small things make a difference, thought
care, comfort, support

Laugh with, joke about
Cry with, never shop without
Movies, winebar, home

Awesome, gorgeous, great
Foxy, sexy, gifted, mates
Appreciate them


Thanks to a school friend of mine who writes her wonderful Blog, Miss Whistle, out of LA I have been reunited with the Persian poet Rumi. Like many Persians who have a natural affinity with their poets and their poetry and sit for hours reading verses to each other, my husband can recite reams of Rumi beautifully in Farsi/Persian and it’s rhythmic, lyrical cadences come alive. Whilst I don’t understand much of what he is saying, and I am not of Persian culture, I can still appreciate the craft of a wonderful poet. Here are a couple of my favourite verses;

” Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely
is made for the eye of one who sees”


Because I cannot sleep

Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a good reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The stars and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, “How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?”
Without Love’s jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of being from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
Then we’ll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be freed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.