Puck dream

Oh dear, this tragic fellow.

Such fear and doubt he drags in tow.

Yet if I peek inside his chest

There is a sight I don't detest.

I wonder if you also see

Beyond the lies and trickery,

A beating heart with strength to guide,

To curse the darkness, 'Stand aside!'

What a darling day that light would be.

What is he who sees the truth?

Must I heed the words of this snide recluse?!

Now my interest you have peaked!

For I mark the words you did not speak.

But do not fear, oh timid one, 

These thoughts are not your own.

If only you could see these beasts, 

And how subtle they have grown.

Remembrance of Death

Off the narrow path I wander, 

Deep into the wild;

Chasing fleeting, fading joys.

Forgetting the road and where it led.

Deceived. 

    This folly sold as freedom.

Deluded.

    I sense no passing time.

Repent.

    The source of life will set.

Regret.

    A shallow life thus spent.

Son se Kind

Grashalms waai in die Oosterwind, 

Langs goue heuwels - Son se kind.

Skadu groei onder Boom se hoed.

Die voëls kom draai.

Die land is soet.

Unceasing

Keep the vigil.

Lock the doors

Of the heart.

Light a candle.

Say the words.

Fear depart.

Ask for wisdom

To discern

In the dark:

Friend from foe, 

Grace from woe, 

And where to start.

Shepherd

Bless the shepherd who leads his sheep

Through the valley of death, in darkest deep, 

Where enemies never tire, nor sleep, 

And with scornful eyes roam mountains steep, 

Awaiting their chance to strike with fear;

To scatter the flock as doubt draws near.

With blazing heart and vision clear, 

The shepherd speaks, 'Stay true, my dear.'

By flaming staff, the shadows run.

The night is chased, 'Behold the sun!'

A path is lit - The narrow Way.

Not one is lost - Not one shall stray.

Onder

Met vrye wil, 

kies ek verkeerd

in elke oomblik - 

weer gebreek.

Oorbegin, 

met elke asem.

Steek my weg
in Spieël se wasem.

Moeggeslaap, 

maar kan nie waak.

Drome maak my deernis vaak.

Wat as ek hier onder bly?

'n Besluit wat bloei,

en 'n Hart wat sny.

Flowing light

A presence that glows as the sunrise,

Gliding with a warm, flowing light;

Easing the hearts of the restless,

Compelling fear, with her touch, to take flight.

Whispered, are the tales of her beauty.

Endless - the reach of her wings.

Faithful, as Spring trailing Winter.

Of her compassion, and love, the soul sings.

Origin

Image contained in seed.

Seed contained in earth.

Dust turns into clay -

Quenching every thirst.

Flesh and breath unite - 

Proceeding from the First.

That which once was death, 

Transformed into a birth.

Empty

Play the chorus.

Taste the sweet.

Look, moving pictures.

Demon meat.

Desperate pleasure.

Empty depths.

Exploring all... 

    except the self.

Light

There is comfort in the dark,

For you do not have to see

The truth of where you are, 

And the place where you must be.

The distance may strike fear.

Idle feet avoid the pain

Of climbing up the hill.

Yet a yearning will remain...

Until you muster strength

To light a match to see.

The candle awaits your warmth.

The light is yours to be.

Rise

Keep watch, the dawn shall break

Upon the broken night.

Works of filth and fear

Once more shall burn in light.

Hope, which withered in shadow

And choked on sorrow and strife, 

Shall feel the cleansing breeze;

Shall taste the breath of life.

Slumbering souls shall wake.

Tendrils shall recede.

The spirit is restored

With every righteous deed.

Platform B

If only we could walk

Outside the patterns of our thought.

To mark the train's old stops.

To sell the tickets we have bought.

Weather Vane

Spectral edges meet

Deep within the heights;

Drawing every searching eye.

Whispered hints descend a moving sky.

Weather vane,

Plot the course.

The breeze is spirit.

And word the source.

Feel again

Without your skin.

The body is not a vessel.

Lips and tongue, 

Shape my breath.

Flesh is housed within soul's expression.

Dear Brother

Dear Brother, 

The men have gone astray.

They worship thoughts;

They brood in the dark;

Yet do not pray.

They ponder how,

But never why.

If they but ask,

They'll hear no lie.

With knowledge, they believe they're set free.

Have they forgotten the snake and the tree?

Do you remember the words of our father?

'Reason is a tool. 

Don't let it make a fool.

Where knowledge fails, 

Wisdom lights the way.'

Kelkie kernkrag

Gautrein.

Uitenhaag.

Fopspeen.

Ystersaag.

Seldsaam

Vetkryt.

Kakkerlak.

Boombas.

Skobbejak.

Nou toe nou

Onkruid.

Sonneblom.

Groen gras.

Horison.

Carnival

In his cunning, he built a carnival

And rubbed his hands.

'See them smile, 

As the glass trickles its sands.'

Colours move - mesmerise - entrance.

Win gold! 

In thrilling games of chance.

Taste the sweet - the savoury - the feast.

Take a ride!

Upon 'Devouring Beast'.

Clock the ticking

Of the track up the spire.

Feel alive!

As the roller coasts higher.

A moment's clarity

At the apex of the climb.

Before insight,

The Fall.

Killing Time.

Eden

Our capacity for love and creation

Is but a glimmer upon the surface of the Source,

Whose depths plunge down to the foundations;

Then up the Mountain, 

To feed the rivers, 

To cut their course.

With passion they pour to four corners,

Nourishing the soil of our fields, 

Where hope sprouts endless potential.

Mark the beauty of love's humble yields.

Kingdom

Wake me from my sleep.

Keep the earth beneath my feet.

Lead me not to despair,

But to the beauty of life laid bare.

Let me feel the burn

Of the love for which we yearn.

Harden my feet for the road.

Soften my heart for the story.

Fix my eyes on the path

To the kingdom, 

Through the power,

In glory.