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Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Findhorn

The dust of previous occupancy
Smothers any possibility
Of individual reckoning

Like a swathe of blankets
Thick in felt and embroidery
The weight of others is overbearing

Yet this place
Names itself
The centre for community

I wonder
Why do I feel so estranged
I determine to retreat to the pebble beach

Take solace with the solitary fisherman
Cast my cares to the clouds
Throw my woes on the rolling sea

The talk turns
To Finnish-lodges
In the heart of the forest

A place to sauna
& swim
Au natural

That sounds
More like
An engagement with life to me