Hi, Someone wrote me and said I’d upped my poetry game but poetry seemed to be my language of grief. Hmmm, maybe. I have felt rather sad of late and I do feel that giving our expression to feelings is a healthy thing and helps us to understand them. So I’ve found myself listening to … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Pogue, I don’t know about you but there doesn’t seem to be a day go by when I don’t turn on the news to be told how much my energy bill is about to cost me🥺 Day after day after day! And I’m a smart guy (at least I think so) so I get that … Continue reading Monday Musing.
Pirouetting and shimmying God moved through the rainWith a smile and a small laughAnd a sound like delight“I made this, I made thisIt’s was all down to me.It soaks to the skinI’m so full of joy”There’s an experience to be hadFor those who dance in the rainWho realise the blessingGet soaked to the skinForsake their … Continue reading God In The Rain Without An Umbrella
They were liesThey were liesAnd there were liesBut they said it was the truthAnd they believed it was the truthSo maybe it was the truthWhilst remaining a lieYou seeing the world from your eyesWhilst I see it from mineSo much experience Preceding our beliefs Reenforcing our beliefsOur definitions of all that has happened So we … Continue reading There Were Lies
A life of patient suffering… is a better poem in itself than we can any of us write…It is only through the gates of suffering, either mental or physical, that we can pass into that tender sympathy with the griefs of all of mankind which it ought to be the ideal of every soul to … Continue reading Thought Of Another
Well Pogue, It’s been a rather sad week for me and I think we are drawn to music that gives expression to what we feel. Like, you emanate a feeling, you vibrate at a certain wavelength and you draw to yourself things that exist at that wavelength - Law of Attraction 101. So I’ve been … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
Pogue, So here’s a thing. I came across somebody this week, a lady, who trains hard. She lifts weights and doing one particular lift she was using 60kgs as her max. But this week she became impassioned, in the zone, and pushed through 60kgs and kept going until she maxed out at 100kgs (too a … Continue reading Monday Musing
We will eat nothing elseWhen the pain becomes completeWhen the truth has all come outAnd the will to live is lowIn that day Tears will be our foodOur appetites will ask no moreFor it’s our souls we’ll need to feedFor their hunger will be intense What else do you feed your soulBut emotions served rawA … Continue reading Tears will be our food
When the war is overThere will be something that we will call peaceWhich suggests all will be rightAll will bring comfortBut it won’tOh the conflict will endAnd we will lay exhausted on the groundAnd tears will be our foodAs we count the cost Assess the damage and wonderWonder if there will ever be a way … Continue reading Will There Be Peace?
Morning Pogue, Sometimes life will take an unexpected or unwanted turn and things aren’t so good. We didn’t want this but there it is right in the middle of our world. We have no plans for dealing with it but know that it can’t stay like this, not if life is to have the qualities … Continue reading Monday Musing.
Dear Pogue, I have spent much time with things spiritual and during that time I have come to recognise certain constants in the world. They are not things that people usually consider or even realise exist. I thought I’d like to share with you the things I have found over a series of short letters … Continue reading Law 1.One
Morning Pogue, Here’s a thing. Your teachers will come in all shapes and sizes. You’ll find them in books, in music, in actual teachers, in moments of inspiration… The Universe can reach out to you in so many ways and is only limited by your imagination. And you, you have to spot the teaching and … Continue reading Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, You know how I like to cook and experiment with food? It's a creative art to me. Well, someone gave me a day at a cookery school learning how to bake bread. So yesterday I set off early, into the city on my bike, and spent the day getting covered in dough and … Continue reading It’s Not An Exact Art
Dear Pogue, It’s a mess, it really is. I have returned from my travels to a leadership battle in our country which involves accusations, defiling of character, improbable commitments. “Well that’s politics” you say, “Nothing new there”. But why? Why do we accept that as the standard for leadership? It seems that integrity and political … Continue reading Monday Musings