Sense

I hear the sheep

I smell the morning grass

I feel the wind

I smile at the sunrise

Beginning The Work

I watch a web being woven

It’s a steady start to the day

The dew on the grass glistens

As I listen to the geese

Fly low over the water

On the opposite hillside

Sheep move orderly

From one field into the other

In the meditation room

There is a breeze to my shoulder

Outside a wind rustles through the leaves

Eyes moving along the horizon

From the dark of night

To the bright light of day

The trees begin as pitch, pitch-black

Gradually turning, or developing

Into a quite brilliant late summer’s green

Settling In

Moon

Above the field

Moon

Above the river

Field

Upon the hill

River

Around the bend

Arrival

Overnight

At Gloucester Docks

After afternoon in the sun

At SWFC

Now

In the four-poster room

Looking out

To sheep on the hillside

Outside, below the tall windows

The noise of conversation

Silence begins

At nine pm

Then

To wake to the sound

Of the ringing bell

Before Qigong on the lawn

Bar

A pair of blow torches

Signed by Veritas

Well worn chair cushions

Bearing the name Pro Bono

A glass of hand pulled beer

Black Sheep back by customer’s request

Time ticks, and takes away the minutes

Before the ringing of the bell

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