Coming soon… Part Six – Ming & Xi



Child of light,

Child of grace,

Child of colour.

Child of the night, the past, the future, the day,

Hear the signs.

See the music, lifting, touching, burning,


Touch your heart, touch the others,

Touch the scent of the wind on the move,

the rain on hot earth, feel it.

Taste the colours on your tongue,

playing notes unsung.

Scent, scented, senses tempted,

Twist and turn, bend with the waves,

of insanity.

Know your way,

though darkness tumbles,

in noiseless, deafening, deadening


and embraces you in her pyramid maze.

Know your way,

To the inbetween,

To vaults of light and dark,

Ceaseless hum of buried colour,

Calling, singing, crying your names.

Know your way to your brothers,

Your sisters,

Yours, yours and yours,

Never denying, never succumbing,

Knowing, always knowing,

The way back to where it began.

Inside, outside, under, over,

The journey is begun to the end of the beginning,

And the beginning of the end.

Be brave,

Children of the night, the day,

East, West, North, South,

The carrion claw, the clarion call.

Answer my children,

Answer as if your heart would break,

Answer the shades, the hues, the petrol blues

Answer the call….of Indigo