"Every door is a portal leading through time as well as space. The same doorway that leads us into and out of a room also leads us into the past of the room and its ceaselessly unfolding future."

- Gregory David Roberts

"What I do know now, and didn't know then is that, in the long run, motive matters more with good deeds than it does with bad. When all the guilt and shame for the bad we've done have run their course, it's the good we did that can save us. But then, when salvation speaks, the secrets we kept, and motives we concealed, creep from their shadows. They cling to us, those dark motives for our good deeds. Redemption's climb is steepest if the good we did is soiled with secret shame."

--Gregory David Roberts

arrival

I had to walk
a thousand miles
to a hundred places
to realise
every arrival
and departure
are one
and the destination
is the journey

crocus

I would like to go
as the red crocus
a burst of colour
vibrant
petals caught in the wind
the flaminco dancer's skirt
swirling around her ankles
as she commands the floor
the music ends
breathless
they flutter to the ground

sweet dreams

summer sun sheets
illuminated by lightening flashes
the sound of thunder
and falling rain

Sunset

om amitabha hum

it's ok to cry

om amitabha hum

night sounds

rain patters on the tin roof
thunder rolls over the mountains
a coyote pack sings to the full moon
hundreds of crickets catch the chorus

snug in my blankets
i am alone with the world alive