Mindfulness of Righteous Anger - by
Mindfully so had it with the world
you’ll give this mindfulness malarkey a miss
for an hour of screaming at the sky instead.
mental health
Healings 2 - by
At midnight the north sky is blues and greys, with a thin fissure of citrine just above the horizon. It’s light when you wake, regardless of the hour. At 2 or 4 or 6am, you breathe light into your body. A rose, a briar rose. A wild rose and its thorned stem. What did Burns […]
After Visiting an Asylum - by
I saw them sitting on a grassy bank –
/ Under the shade of mighty trees they were;
/ Yet those they saw…
I Am Carrying Happiness - by
I am happy
/ it’s so simple
/
/ I am carrying happiness
/ in my hands
/ …
The Song of Wandering Aengus - by
I went out to the hazel wood, / Because a fire was in my head, / And cut and peeled…
The Soldier’s Wife - by
My warrior comes from France to-night
/ And I, so long disconsolate,
/ Once more the well-beloved of Fate,
/ With work-scarred hands go quick to…
From Macbeth - by
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
/ The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
/ I have thee…
Things - by
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
/ There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
/ committed or endured or…
The Guest House - by
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
The Last Vision of Angus McKay - by
Angus McKay, Queen Victoria’s piper, went insane ‘over study of music’. He was admitted to the Crichton Royal from Bedlam…