Now they're saying that we only have ten years The ice is melting and the winds are getting up The earth is shaking and our minds are breaking rough And we don't yet even know who we are And we don't yet

As I drifted in the aisles of the supermarket I knew, Shelves full of disappointment, mildly toxic, Costing the earth. As I waited in line at the chip shop, I knew, Amongst the sweating, hungry, sleepwalkers,

In the quiet of the cell Of the solitary human When the light has faded From the flickering screen From the scent of a pillow In the holy darkness Close and panting comes The animal dream Lingering kisses

The flood tide of uncertainty rises Engulfing, submerging The familiar, the known. Even knowing becomes unknown, Rafts built of thought and language ebb, Worry loose, scatter and sink. The waters, soft

The dead were glad of our company, And we were glad of theirs, They understood the true worth of love as only the dead can. The steaming breath of the storm, Teasing: Roused and cajoled The living green

As we lay on the ground Breathing flower scented air, And the grey rain clouds Threw a blanket on our cares. Well my soul poured out Into the tiger of your eyes, And I could have died When you looked at

Feels like the temperature of all our souls is rising, everything seems more intense, more beautiful, more real, the pressure is on, the sound is turned up, the brightness is turned up. Love is closer

The garden of life awaits you...

Something so profoundly right about showing up as you really are, in your rags and jewels and meeting others. Something so ancient and simple and joyful and deep in being together: Making music, drumming,

Abandon all that you think, That you know, Be open and one with the flow. Make art everyday of all that you do, And above all love, Love everything and everyone too. We are dying each of us, And we are

Broken and turned under plough and harrow, Toil and tilth, time beyond time. The land waits through weather and season. Being beauty, knowing nothing else, It whispers, to those that can hear. With a hundred