Glimpses

Gunnin' thru' da good an' da bad, sometimes ya jus' gotta do it. Sometimes ya jus' gotta sit there an' take yer punishment...

Fast movin' clouds, what strange shapes they are! Night clouds floatin' across the sky above the garden, portents of future times to come an' they give me visions of runnin' from the coast 'coz the water is too high, too much, too damn unstoppable.

Mornin' coffee, sittin' in the living room with my wife Tamdin. Beautiful consciousness! Feel the sands of time drippin'; what has gone will never come again, so precious, so human, so Planet Earth. Drinkin' the coffee an' seeing more clouds in the sky above me only this time they are below me 'coz these clouds are nuthin' more than reflections in the glass top table which we rest our coffee cups on.

There is a depth to the skies this morning, like smoke signals from the place of inexhaustible action. Clouds float across a backdrop of a cosmic bed swathed in shades of blue an' white, mapping the unknowable. Deeper an' deeper, into the upside down space I go. Wish it could last forever, this state of mind.

The rustle of the leaves on the tree outside the window, the warm air of July in London, that throat lumpin' sense of speedin' through the mystery, only to leave trails that fast disappear into nuthin'.