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DIY Love-Making
For DIY love-making you will need two people, a giver (usually male) and a receiver (usually female). You will also need some overalls and a toolbox, some hot-water, teabags, milk and a packet of biscuits. Firstly, a desire for DIY love-making must be identified. This usually happens when a bookshelf breaks or a bulb needs… Continue reading
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We Own Love
There’s a fine line between love and suffering. Anyone who has loved deeply will know this. As you get older the fine line between the two becomes almost transparent. It is as if suffering itself takes hold of the hand of love to be guided by love into its uncertain future. There is only one… Continue reading
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Pyjamas
I wrote this poem sometime back. It remains one of my favourite. Poems don’t need to make much sense. Sometimes you write poems because you have to, because the moment will never forgive you if you don’t… Pyjamas I saw you in your pyjamas the other night. I should have lifted the duvet and invited… Continue reading
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Come On God
The best place to think about things is in a cafe. Although I’m having to cut back on my all too frequent pit-stops because of the cost – everything is more expensive nowadays – and my expanding waistline. Despite that I stopped a few days ago for a cuppa. And I jotted this poem down.… Continue reading
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Inside You
Love is a simple idea. Love is not about performance but about being. When you are in love the world doesn’t need to make sense it just needs to be and that becomes its purpose. The world is a place for love to be and for love to be it must have a one and… Continue reading
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In Praise of Tangles
In Praise of Tangles What is this thing called love that tangles our hair, untidies our thoughts, stains our hands and lips and fills our journals with incoherent scribble? How old must we be to have put love in its small box, hoovered it out of our minds, opened insurance against its loss and forsaken… Continue reading
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Church to Café
I am not a Christian nor am I a Buddhist, despite attending church (irregularly) and practising mindfulness meditation (irregularly). I began my spiritual journey in a Christian church forty years ago but now find myself sitting in a café reading a book by the Dalai Lama. If I am a Christian I am not a… Continue reading
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