do not dwell on the past for it is not now
do not be sad for what you have lost for how can it be gone
do not be uncertain for the future for it is not here
remember – this moment is all there ever is  - and all there ever will be
Well the muse turned up late last night, and threw a tune at me. A very gentle piece  on piano, with cellos and things. Don’t know where they come from, they just arrive out of thin air. No words, but they will come, they always do. In the same way as the music, the words just arrive, pulled out of the ether by my pen, not written by me but through me, is how it feels. We shall see what occurs …