A tribute to Alan Watts

There’s an odd word in Welsh, Hiraeth, that means  missing someone you’ve never met It’s funny how often I feel it when I think of you fingers lightly brushing the leaves of overgrown thickets in Kent, while the War raged Salt spray mingling with your beard as you watch seagulls and crabs knocking on doors in the oldest of dances I can hear your voice … Continue reading A tribute to Alan Watts

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Listen to the laughter of the river

We build a wall to keep out a thousand armies The same wall keeps two friends apart Two lovers fingertips cry out for joining And see, Only stone What safety is worth this distance? Listen to the laughter of the river It knows not from whence it came, It cares not for where it ends up It knows itself Only when it touches the riverbank … Continue reading Listen to the laughter of the river

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