Lies and Truth

one man's lie is another man's truth -
and so we often sink
into the murky waters
of 'live and let live',
in the hope that we can
finally resuscitate one another,
not realising
in that one
self-forgetting moment,
what it truly takes
to be breathing and alive
in this wonderful world.

Halal

I listened
to the bleating
of my own heart,
until it stopped.

Stunned
into a remembrance
of a Truth
long-forgotten,

Life draws out
all of my blood,
going for the jugular
with one clean cut.

There is simply
no way out.

To love or not to love
is not the question.
To love what I close my eyes to
is the answer.

Halal
is Love
is Allah.

A Quiver of Arrows

questions
fly forth
from a
formless quiver
piercing
through parchment
and shallow breath,
arrows
sent forth
swift and far
towards
an unfathomable
mark, for
nothing less
than the Truth
will do.

Like a Bubble

a bubble afloat
on the breath
of the wind,
sees the world
through her
gossamer skin,
sheer walls
of freedom,
reality
soaked in,
looking out,
looking within.

Resurrection

the prodigal moth
relentlessly circles
the burning flame -
a whirling dervish
drunk on love
sinks
into oblivion;
singed wings
hold the truth
to resurrection.

The Spinning Top

the spinning top
has to stop.
the colours,
the patterns,
blur, and
become one;
spinning,
for a moment,
caught in the web
of space and time,
until it comes to rest
in itself;
the spinning top
has to stop
and face its truth,
some day, some time.