Like a bird landing on the end of a stick. We too should tread carefully my friend. Together as we walk toward the eternal Hutt and knock...

I don’t mind my girls gone away, Off down that dusty lane. To sing, chant, pray and play. She’s parked up with a mate. Bit of a shame...

How we like to soothe the mind. To make room for connection with that of a higher kind. Always a disturbance during the day. Keeping the...

To have a daughter is to understand the joy of love and the love of joy. To have a daughter is to understand the joy of carrying each...

Now is the place to be. All that is needed is an eye to see. A reed quivering down by the lake. A curtain murmuring in a door frame in...

Fuck the bird landing on the end of a stick. Fuck the long walk to the eternal fucking Hutt. Fuck god for making the crack. Don’t give us...

Show the way to open the door. Show the way to open the door. So we can step into the love. Love is the mystery. Love is the history. It...

Casting their light. There they stand. At thy shoulder. In the cave of the heart. How do we find time. To flow to the rhythm of their...

Friday holy. Saturday holy. Sunday holy. What such spiritual roly poly. Choose we do. What we like. Some we do. Some we don’t. Surely not...

In the beginning was the word. An inner sound. It’s the true friend; Dancing, vibrating all around. Like a fine melody, it soothes and...