Now you know why I spent my twenties crying

… from my latest collection of poetry, called ‘Scrapes against the Soul’:

Sonnet

Now you know why I spent my twenties crying,
Aching for some meaning beyond empty
Atheist life of wonder, wandering,
A lost corn-circle waking, open third eye

When I close my eyes I can still see through
Where I see the spiritual opening.
In my twenties I would sit hoping that
The meditation practise brings results 

Like life, trying too hard leads to nothing.
In the night’s silence I was too busy
Listening to the wrong sounds, not waves of am. 

Colours that flow when I watch, wait, empty.
Then landscape becomes chaos of colours
Springs forwards as soul within catches fire.