. . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
The Prophet ~ Khalil Gibran
through the formless void, darkness
… there is a shimmer of sound
like the siren’s song
reaching through space and time.
And in an instant
in an ocean of seeing,
we agree to meet, on those distant
And I am falling now,
falling through the fount
swimming into Being,
into the dialectic
the mythical, exquisite life
Yep - thats me n' me mum, incarnating by turns, her over Sweden, me over Ol' Blighty, meeting under the constellation of Scorpio... she is long gone, but the mystery remains - this life cycling through birth and death.