Prabz

Arriving at our new home for one summer, in Dartmoor. 

A walk in the park, split beautifully by a moment of remembrance, of space rising up between my thoughts. 

Occasionally I feel gratitude for even the darkest experiences in my life. 

As I remembered the events of the past, they seemed to guide me towards new horizons, both internally and externally. The final rush of realisation before writing this was that familiar yet rare wave of exhilaration one feels when they have followed their intuition, and perhaps for a very long time allowed intuition to be their master, above and beyond any rational or logical advice from either the front brain or the outside world, and been proved spectacularly right. 

I wrote this poem as a meditation on karma... And the freedom and resolution that comes from going to the source of pain, and relaxing into the moment, with all that it contains - rather than being seduced by the many distractions that take me away from reality.