The point before the words come

Alone nothingness-Total silence 

That screams so loud 

Just staring, not even a thought 

Becoming connected with my breathing 

Opening the lungs to full capacity 

Waiting! waiting !waiting!

 

It will come 

It always comes 

Like a butterfly 

Resting upon my nose

A brief moment in time 

Stillness contentment…

 

Being one with the universe

Sitting at the feet of God

Feeling his gentle touch 

Taking me beyond the stars 

Into the realms of majesty…

 

All will be revealed 

A quiet revolution of my soul 

Without flags or smoke

Floating upon conscious reality 

Through the rings of Saturn…

 

Love is everything 

Holding it all true 

Space time energy 

Simply held together 

By blood and love…

 

Constantly spinning 

Creating a vortex 

Slowly pulling me inside 

Freedom is not controlled 

It’s removing the chains

Of guilt and shame 

I can now do whatever I feel 

Yet my God

I choose only you……

 

Mark C Bolton, September 2025

(In memory of Terence Stamp, 1938-2025)