Hands grasping precious stones
Gold chains bind and hold
Decaying flesh
Beady eyes
Watching motionless
For absent danger
I know what I know
I keep what I keep
A warden of Churches
I shall protect and keep safe
I shall keep out and keep away
I shall wile time away
A hoarder of artefacts
Lost meanings
Don’t touch
I am stranded
Brittle
Clawing
Longing
Mooning
Forgetting
Ursula D., London, 2013
The Crab
Some days I stride into adventure,
But caught between tides, I fall back
And fumble among yesterday's treasure:
Lose the trail of crumbs that I track.
And so I search this mind-hoard,
Trip over another false start.
Until I remember my lesson:
That I am not bound by my past.
Sophie Juneau December 31st, 2013
Tides High - Tides Low
Pearls come. Pearls go.
Taken, grasped, stolen, lost
Comfort me or count the cost
Sunflower, West Sussex, 30.12.2014
The sea sings the song of the All-in-One
holding everything in its waters.
Experience, here, is both preserved
and dissolved,
to be re-visited, anew,
and re-understood,
anytime.
In the world of feeling,
there is baptism, charism,
birth and rebirth.
The Moon disappears and reappears,
teaching the reaching soul
about the inner light
which sees the One in the All.
“If you are devout, you will always be nourished.”
Melanie, Old Warden, 30.12.2016
Its treasure trove has washed ashore
The deep dive brings galore
Pearls and gems the pomegranates
As up above flies Chariklo whose aim
Beyond the moon’s unseen
From wand to ankh and pentacle for
Queen and King to come
Kim S., Phoenix, 30.12.2019
The pearl and the moon are one and the same.
by embellished borrowed shell.
