everything is dust
lose one way – find another
weep with happiness
Waking very early, my young son calls me to his room because he’s seen “… a deer-fly on the land-rover”.
There is no land-rover: was this a dream? “No”, he says, “…over there on the radiator”.
There is no deer-fly. I put on the lights and search the room.
Sensei wakes, joins us and tells how they, on waking early a few days earlier, unable to sleep, walked to the coast. Sensei says we should go – “We should all go!”
My son, unprompted, says we should go using ‘stealth’. He “…has been practising stealth…” to slip between here and there.
I reveal to my son our Ninja heritage. Our afternoons out doing Archery is really weapons training – our Ninja family weapon of choice. I tell him his siblings have already embarked upon their Ninja training, but that he is yet to start. Perhaps he is now old enough to begin.
I suggest that we should use our early morning walk as an opportunity for my to start his Ninja training – and we do!
In dark-silent paths we moon-light walk
Where shadows tread and quietly talk
Of stealth and movement freeze and dance
Between the sleepers each flows a chance
We stop and look then quietly ride
Undetected twixt each tree’s shadow-slide
To arrive at last where we will reach
This night’s lesson – upon the beach
Not leaving footsteps upon the sand
We walk and run and jump and land
Our only witness the roaring waves
The towering dunes and quiet glades
Quick-silvered moonlight – each wave-crash
Drowns our movement and each bright flash
Distracts the attention of one that strolls
At this early hour, but away we roll
Not silent – muffled and mistakes lost
Amid the crash of wave-foam tossed
As cicada announces the coming day
Inland we slip with the pale sea haze
With steady sureness as dew’s drip
With the breeze to our home we quietly slip
And all the way play our silent games
You crouch by the bamboo – my shadow framed
But coming our way – why it’s Superman!
With his cape he sways onwards feeling grand
Looking up from his stop, feeling fully relieved
Superman meets two Ninja’s – why you’d never believe!!
That moment we choose to step into the light
He stops startled – a moment – considers the sight
Black figures stand frozen invoking power stance
Ninjas! This day and age – just what is the chance?
His Adam’s Apple suppresses his up-rising fear
He considers his life and just what he holds dear
With a tear in his eye, he blinks, shaking his head
The ninjas have gone … if they ever existed
“Gotta stop drinking this stuff ” – stumbling on
Looks at his bottle and then he is gone
walking cobbled streets
grown from Templar’s founding – now
echo with their ghosts
ancient towns standing
testament to existence
buildings as headstones
which ones shall we slay –
will god recognise his own
let his will be done
is not mother church
a place of refuge – so lies
each genderless body
even now decay
models durability –
Now a modern city of ~ 75,000 people, the Massacre of Beziers took place in Languedoc, France, in 1209 A.D. The city was sacked by crusades against the ‘heretic’ Cathars and accounts suggest up to 20,000 were put to the sword.
Churches were broken open and those that had sought refuge were slain – up to 7,000 in the Church of St. Magdalene. The crusaders did not respect the supposed inviolable sanctity of church ground.
It is alleged that when asked how to recognise the heretics from the townsfolk, the Abbot replied ‘kill them all – god will recognise his own’.
Rather than God and Satan, Cathars considered that perhaps there were two gods – one good, one bad. The papal church viewed this as Satanism. The Cathars viewed the humans as the encapsulated souls of genderless angels. Perhaps they were right for the subject of sex returns to plague the modern day Church.
We shall never know their true beliefs as Catharism was destroyed along with most of its relics and works and their religion likely forms the root of the word ‘catharsis’ – to discharge pent-up emotions, probably from the torture that was used to encourage the betrayal of friends and family, a lack of zeal for which was considered to be a lack of commitment for the One True Church – or to expunge a problem.
oh – don’t miss a beat
my heart of glass – fragile!
plants remaining still
while all about lay strewn
fallen petals – shards
oh sky overhead –
where is heaven for flowers
seven colours meld
falling from the sky
rinsing spectra from the clouds
to lie upon snow
snowflakes upon snow –
trails I once walked – blanketed
run-ways to the stars
with a lantern search
the gloom of this world – darker
for a deathless me
behind a black veil
a life-full of dark secrets
will you choose: I do
an arranged marriage
will we make an old couple
wedded to this world
dew to quench the fire
shall I ever be alone
do not fear to leave
in this shadow world –
this nether-nether land –
is there still magic?