No Rail Against Time

Life is like

A one way rail journey

There are many stations

Once one is past

There’s no going back

So learn from it

And move on

Don’t look back

Someone else

Bought your first ticket

And chose your station in life

So remember

It’s OK to get off at a station

And buy a new ticket

To a new destination

The scenery will change

Your fellow passengers will change

You will change

Choose First Class
For it is better to travel well

Than to wait in vain for an upgrade.

Time is the rail




Do not squander it

And remember the final choice:




You are here to pass it on




Find Out

What “It” Is…

The clock is ticking

And you…

…You are a Traveller in Time



OHP – a poem about light


O… H… P…
[Three letters that mean so much to me]
[But only if you’re of a certain age]
[Will you remember they were all the rage!]

The “Overhead Projector” –
A box of light to clarify conjecture.
Whether Geography, Biology, Maths or Art,
This tool was used to light impart
To prepubescent pupils with darkened minds
Seeking knowledge and truth to find.
“Let there be light!” the teacher cried,
“Shut the curtains, it’s too bright outside!”
And flipping the switch, the fan engaged,
Learning leapt to life in this modern, high tech way!

Pupils WIDE Open


Pupils W-I-D-E Open

The Caterpillar cried, “It’s the End of the World!”

The Butterfly sighed, “It’s the Beginning!”

The Caterpillar spat, “You’re mad and deranged!”

The Butterfly said then, “Just kidding!”

For when the student is ready,

The Master will appear.

But until that time arrives

You’d better not be clear!


Talk in parables and rhymes

In riddles and in stories

Or you’re words will be judged as crimes

Begetting hate, not glory.

Best to keep one’s mouth shut

In the presence of the ‘deaf’

For only when their ears are opened

Can you bring them life, not death.

Never force feed the satiated

Their glass not half but full

For they will rend you in an instant

Declaring you, “The Fool!”

You can tell when they are ready

By a twinkle in their eye

Only then, can you share reality

The Truth, and not their Lie.

Oh, half the World’s in darkness

The other in The Light

But which half’s which is tricky

Not clear as Day and Night.

I know those souls who are waiting

They’re often drawn to me

Their pupils anticipating

The words that set them free.

Seeking Revelation?

Then read behind my lines.

For hidden betwixt the syllables

Your lesson you will find.

But if you’re yet happy with your life

There’s no need to seek a pearl

Just soldier on until you twig

It’s the Ending of Your World!


Poem: Who’s That Guru?

1. Who’s that Guru

Sitting next to you?

The One you ignore each day?

That One with wisdom

Glistening upon their lips

But you never listen

To what they say…

2. Today’s the day

To open your heart

To open your soul and mind;

To look far deeper

Than what you see

And be amazed at what you’ll find.

3. For this “no-one” is your teacher,

The very Oracle of God;

Don’t worry that they

Don’t look cool

Or that they often

Seem quite odd.

4. Be humble, shut your Ego up,

And respectfully draw near:

For when the student is truly ready

Their Teacher does appear!


I wrote this because I so often hear people get excited about what some stranger tells them… and I recognise that someone close to them has been saying exactly the same thing to them for years!  These people have looked for a guru when in fact a better guru has been sitting next to them in the office, around the breakfast table, or on the bus, for ages.
Believe me, I’ve worked with some amazing gurus, but up close they are just like me and you – often less “together” in fact.  And I have met some very outwardly “plain” people who have more wisdom in their little finger and more compassion in their little toe than the best-dressed celebrity gurus and preachers I’ve seen or heard on the platform or the TV.
Today, there will be a mysterious guru in your life – forget the Advent calendar, and see if you can find the guru!