The Rainbow

I feel the heaviness of each brick Closing out my clear blue sky. I see

I wish you freedom from the words inside your heart that were not embedded there

“Hello, dear Clown! How are you?” “Hello, Shopkeeper! I am all a-twitter – I’ve decided

Wouldn’t it be marvellous If people pre-judged less? If we looked another in the eye

After the battle, two Gladiators were sharing the light and warmth of a burning campfire. 

All those things you switch off in yourself, all the feelings you somehow decide not

The heart knows. Listen to it. Feel it. Live from it. May your heart lead

Identity is not about what we “call ourselves”. That’s just labelling. Only words. Useful, but

Hey Friend. I see you there.Right now you’re on the floor,Feeling wounded, overwhelmed,Can’t take it

Chromatically, between the stark and flat extremes of black and white, there are many shades

A cool feeling on my face disturbs me from slumber, gently but persistently. What is