Archive for all the stuff I call poems that I have written over the last 30 years and that I still continue to write, oblivious to the fact that they might be little more than doggawn atrocious in the eyes of those who might not know how to generate within themselves the bliss invisible.
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Enter the Inner
enter the inner
eternal within
where the secret senses
of our sacred centres
dance the power dance
somewhere deep inside
