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5. Contents
New Grace.......................................................................................................................................19
Galaxies............................................................................................................................................21
Time Tunnel.....................................................................................................................................23
Enlightenment Intensive..................................................................................................................25
Limitless...........................................................................................................................................27
Spring..............................................................................................................................................29
Butterflies.........................................................................................................................................31
Countryside.....................................................................................................................................33
Déjà vu............................................................................................................................................35
Falling..............................................................................................................................................37
Grenze..............................................................................................................................................39
Oil...................................................................................................................................................41
Nelson..............................................................................................................................................43
Christmas.........................................................................................................................................45
Kaleidoscope....................................................................................................................................46
Floating, Singing..............................................................................................................................49
Poems with a Christian Connection
Beginnings.......................................................................................................................................53
Sitting on the sea wall steps at Weymouth........................................................................................55
Hovering..........................................................................................................................................57
Eagles Wings....................................................................................................................................59
Early poem 1977-8..........................................................................................................................61
Easter Morning................................................................................................................................63
Pink Roses........................................................................................................................................65
Seawall at Othona............................................................................................................................67
Epitaph of an Enneagram “One”......................................................................................................69
Refract the Lens of Time
Mayhem’s Gate: Post 9/11................................................................................................................72
Mayhem’s Gate.................................................................................................................................74
Furnace............................................................................................................................................77
Brass Ceiling....................................................................................................................................78
Love's Longing.................................................................................................................................81
Haiku
Haiku................................................................................................................................................85
Struggle.............................................................................................................................................86
Harmony..........................................................................................................................................88
6.
7. Preface
It has taken me many years before I even thought about
publishing this small collection of poems. But now, upon
re-reading them I feel they may speak to people, whose spirits
may be lifted by sharing in these very private yet also universal
experiences. Certainly when I read them again recently I felt
an astonishing kinship with them, as they spoke to me afresh
from the great unknown. I have consequently left most to
speak for themselves without embellishment, only adding a
historical comment where this illuminates the background of
a poem, perhaps adding an explanatory context to it.
These poems compress eternal consciousness truths into a
cauldron of mystic understanding where every phrase and
word carries us into another dimension. The reader is asked
to intuit meaning spontaneously while at the same time
unpacking a cogent realisation of what the poem is saying.
There is an underlying tautness in each line, challenging the
reader to go deeper.
If anyone would like to contact me, my email address is:
sinclair.hk@gmail.com
8.
9. Dedication
I dedicate these poems to the memory of my English teacher,
Kathleen Flint, who fifty years ago introduced me to Emily
Bronte, John Keats, Simone Weil, and a realm of mystical
inspiration which began my still very incomplete journey.
Also in grateful thanks to Rev David Bick, whose profound
wisdom and reliable witness sustained me through many
turbulent years. A few of these poems were written in the
warm and friendly atmosphere of Wotton -under-Edge
writers’ group, helping me with inspiration and discipline.
I have appended an afterword for some of these poems, giving
a little background to their creation. Others came ‘out of the
blue’.
10.
11. Acknowledgments
I am thankful for the continuing work of the Clinical
Theology Association, founded by Frank Lake in the sixties,
and now called The Bridge Pastoral Foundation. Their ground
breaking work in re-experiencing birth and neonatal trauma
was pivotal for me. (www.bridgepastoralfoundation.org.uk)
Also for the regression work so brilliantly orchestrated
by Simon Myerson in a group setting. (Previously of the
Tavistock Clinic)
Many thanks to Pixabay, a brilliant copyright free
photo archive, from where I sourced most of the photos
accompanying these poems. Pixabay can be found at www.
Pixabay.com
12.
13. Introduction
I want to say thank you here for the people who have guided
me on my journey in so many different ways. They are always
with me in the underground of my senses informing me and
comforting me. I think they formed my poetic imagination
in ways I didn’t know and wasn’t aware of. I know that many
readers will be familiar with these poems, and I mention them
to flesh out some of their deep influences on me.
John Keats (English poet: born 1795—died 1821), has been
dear to my heart for many years. He famously wrote “if poetry
comes not as naturally as leaves on the tree it had better not
come at all.” I remember sitting waiting for a poem to arrive,
and never forcing it. I think this is why I have written so
few! Keats wrote to his friend, “ Axioms of philosophy are
not axioms unless they are proved upon our pulses.” Meaning
that you need to walk the talk. Contemplation is nothing
without action.
“The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skep-
tics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realit-
ies. We need men who can dream of things that never were.”
“My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. I am
certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections,
and the truth of imagination. Whatever the imagination
14. seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or
not.”
“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles
is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”
— John Keats, Letters of John Keats
At a high octane spiritual event in 1976, I ‘met’ the spirit of
John Keats under a tree. Such a fleeting yet intense moment:
“The Autumn leaves lie damp upon the ground I sift them
through and try to rake them up Golden they flitter softly
through my fingers Falling gently into the soft mud. Then a
voice is heard. Deep and insistent it calls to me ‘John, John’ I
cry out and run forward to make this moment mine. I fully
expect him to run out from under the tree. But he does not.
Lost in infinity, a victim of history.”
Emily Bronte
When I was 16 I went all the way to Haworth in Yorkshire to
visit the moors and landscape inhabited by the Brontë sisters.
I am so thankful and amazed that my parents allowed me
to go by train all on my own in 1957. I had a very strong
connection to Emily Brontë and her poetry. She wrote the
famous poem “No Coward Soul is Mine” which is an in
inexpressibly deep understanding of higher consciousness. She
wrote several other mystical poems including “The Prisoner”
with its famous description of contemplative ecstasy. My
english teacher introduced me to all these poems, and I am so
thankful for that.
15. Gerard Manley Hopkins
This enigmatic poet has a unique poetic style with a quality
of profundity expressed in idiosyncratic lyrical verse.
Three favourite poems are:
“No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief... O the
mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of falls Frightful, sheer, no-
man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne’er hung there.”
God’s Grandeur
“The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame
out, like shining from shook foil; “
Peace
“When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?”
Simone Weil: French philosopher and mystic (died 1943) I
also first encountered Simone Weil in my six form years.
Her essays in Waiting on God called Reflections on the
Right use of School Studies, and Forms of the Implicit Love
of God, had a profound influence on me, as she speaks of
the crucial importance of attention, necessity and free will,
and the piercing of the veil, to apprehend God.Her work has
often been misunderstood and misinterpreted but I think it’s
about an ineluctable sense of the divine.
In conclusion, I dare to hope that some of my poems may, as
Keats said about poetry,“strike the reader as a wording of his
own highest thoughts and seem almost a remembrance”
16.
17. O clear the mind
Let it be blank
A white sheet, blank parchment,
Curl, uncurl softly.
No to lethargy – tranquillity –
How to fight the one and achieve the other.
21. Galaxies
The superstructure of the galaxies is modelled in man’s mind
His interwoven consciousness among the stars.
“Looking through a glass onion”*
-not peeled, but shattered painfully,
The pathway to the soul is resonant with life.
*Lennon/ McCartney quote.
21
23. Time Tunnel
I am long drawn out into the tunnel of time;
Aimlessly wandering through uncharted darkness,
infusing a soft sad glow,
growing incandescent with pain.
Perhaps one day I’ll return to my own centre and know the truth.
The hollow core of loneliness is universal,
The remedy only is uniquely loving.
23
25. Enlightenment Intensive
I have trodden in the vacant interstellar spaces
I have frozen in the hub of the universe
The sound of stillness is in my soul.
I have heard the silence of a hawthorn tree
I have felt the trembling cracking of its branches
I know its strength and its fragility.
I have seen hope and love shine from another’s face
I have been transfixed by love, and felt another’s doubting agony
I have met another across infinite space.
25
27. Limitless
My boundaries reach beyond sisterhood,
Looking for a commonality of purpose
An explosion of joy,
That will shatter this sad world into stillness.
27
29. 29
Spring
The crocus cracks the cold unforgiving ground
Its spike spears the implacable earth
While yellow daffodils yawn at the pale sun.
Torrents tumble over the stone overhang
Plunging into the clear pool.
White mist rises, a silent cloud,
Witness to a wet Spring
And the falling rain.
Soon summer blossoms melt our hardened hearts
And blooms assail our heightened sense
With fragrances of long ago.
31. 3131
Butterflies
Summer ends suddenly, butterflies all gone,
beautiful wings collapsed into dusky husks
dewlit grass, calm and clear
But what of the lonely, the old ones
querulously hunched over twilight fires,
Like the butterflies they too will have their end.
33. 33
Countryside
The cerulean canopy arches over the quiet landscape,
Tall larches leap, reaching upwards to the sky,
The trees trickling down a faint summer’s sun.
Green glowing grass comforts a chubby rabbit, surprised eyes
inquisitively roving.
In gathering dew, smaller still, the slugs uncurl,
Intent on their evening roaming.
The river ferments under the ancient stone bridge
The throaty bleat of a distant sheep seizes the still air.
The harmony of England at rest holds us in thrall.
35. 3535
Déjà vu
A pattern in time
Twice repeated.
Seeing the leaf fall again.
Sudden energy bursts between two poles,
This has happened before, we think;
A split second divides present from past,
And merges it again.
37. Falling
The shackles clicked, quick as a flash
The neat nylon pink and blue ropes flickered like demented butterflies
Bounced, bounded, streamed through the cleats,
Plunging down the face of the rock
Taking me with them.
The world spun sideways,
My body shuddered, cavorting in empty space.
Abruptly, explosively, the belays took the strain
Holding the rope taut.
My safety.
The view was amazing.
37
39. 393939
Grenze
Yellow, red and black,
Each post stands in the land,
Stands proud before an industrial strength fence:
Tall sentinels of alien pain.
A nation enslaved,
Trenchant history in time remembered
Soldiering on through lost campaigns:
The unsuccessful conclusion of a failed experiment.
A swathe of churned up earth morphs into the distant mist
And on the sentry towers
Embittered soldiers loll with vacant eyes.
41. 4141
Oil
The scowling cloud erupts, acrid portent from the burning sand
Noxious, routinely black smoke rises where the
Oil gushes gashes from a parched earth
Implicating us in its frenzied quest for fodder.
Seagulls squawk with raucous fervour
Ignorant of imminent death
43. 4343
Nelson
Ships nestle like flies
Cradled on the sun-splashed water
Canon cock their muzzles, their black throats afire
Suddenly a canon roars, a musket flashes
Nelson hits the deck
The memory is etched, frozen in time
The image of a dying man
And the monumental churning of the sea.
45. 4545
Christmas
Christmas
Is not to conceptualise a meaning, rather know a truth,
Continuity of friendship,
Superficiality of contact,
Just nodding acquaintance,
Making up for lost time.
Christmas
Is sharing the joy of children,
Forgetting frustration,
Looking for a meaning;
Life is extreme in its demands.
Christmas
Clockwork roundabout of the seasons,
Rebelling against cotton wool Father Christmases
And bloated plastic clowns.
The sugar coated bitter pill of another year gone.
Accepting what is.
46. 46
Kaleidoscope
The rhythm grows
The pattern falls
One man’s meat
Is another man’s poison.
To each his own reality
Yet we would like it to be absolute
49. 49
Floating, SingingFloating, SingingFloating, Singing
Not the message, not the context,Not the message, not the context,Not the message, not the context,
But the pure voice of pain.But the pure voice of pain.But the pure voice of pain.
Out of the hurting, haunting voidOut of the hurting, haunting voidOut of the hurting, haunting void
Hurtles the sound of being,Hurtles the sound of being,Hurtles the sound of being,
Floating, singing,Floating, singing,Floating, singing,
The echo of a more satisfactory world.The echo of a more satisfactory world.The echo of a more satisfactory world.
53. 53
Beginnings
No beginning, no end; so says the Tao,
But I believe in one point in created time when the world began.
At least I think I do.
Why is a point more scrupulous than an aeon?
Everything has a beginning; but does it have an end?
My beginning was at conception, or was it before?
A network of genetic formulae links me to the first man.
“As in Adam all die, so in Christ all are made alive.”
“Before Abraham was, I AM”
The shout of Jesus echoes down the years:
A panegyric to time.
55. 5555
Sitting on the sea wall steps at Weymouth
No personal sorrow, mine,
Only the frustrate sickness of humanity,
Seeking yet in sin to save its dying soul.
The throbbing of the sea dispassionate
Throws on the cold stone steps
Salt tears of gleaming dew,
Lit by the golden bars of the late sun.
The wide white waves wash in tinged with fire
But we are blind to see and sun.
God only can inspire.
If there is no hope in man, and we alive
God must protect us or our life is death.
57. 57
HoveringHoveringHovering
Is there anywhere elseIs there anywhere elseIs there anywhere else
Hovering far over me to hide ?Hovering far over me to hide ?Hovering far over me to hide ?
Sick with a glut of words-faint attempts to tie you upSick with a glut of words-faint attempts to tie you upSick with a glut of words-faint attempts to tie you up
into something I can understand.into something I can understand.into something I can understand.
Loving you-wanting to communicate youLoving you-wanting to communicate youLoving you-wanting to communicate you
-your wisdom-your peace, your joy--your wisdom-your peace, your joy--your wisdom-your peace, your joy-
When I don’t possess it-only guess at it-is that a sin?When I don’t possess it-only guess at it-is that a sin?When I don’t possess it-only guess at it-is that a sin?
Catch me in time before I fall.Catch me in time before I fall.Catch me in time before I fall.
I am not ready to make the journey on my own.I am not ready to make the journey on my own.I am not ready to make the journey on my own.
So few gone ahead-so many behind, the enemy sneersSo few gone ahead-so many behind, the enemy sneersSo few gone ahead-so many behind, the enemy sneers
And where are those who are with me on the way?And where are those who are with me on the way?And where are those who are with me on the way?
I need them-I need to hold their hand in an abandoned leap-I need them-I need to hold their hand in an abandoned leap-I need them-I need to hold their hand in an abandoned leap-
And yet a measured walk into the unknown chasm of your vast emptiness.And yet a measured walk into the unknown chasm of your vast emptiness.And yet a measured walk into the unknown chasm of your vast emptiness.
59. 59
Eagles Wings
Help me to fly, serene on eagle’s wings
Secure within the trust that your love brings.
Help me to soar in faith to your eternal throne
Bearing the burdens of your love in every victory won.
61. 61
Early poem 1977-8Early poem 1977-8Early poem 1977-8
Holy Spirit thank youHoly Spirit thank youHoly Spirit thank you
For gestalting me.For gestalting me.For gestalting me.
Indeed you form, inform and move meIndeed you form, inform and move meIndeed you form, inform and move me
Now I knowNow I knowNow I know
You own no other name.You own no other name.You own no other name.
63. 63
Easter MorningEaster MorningEaster Morning
Transported through time,Transported through time,Transported through time,
On the edge of the future I standOn the edge of the future I standOn the edge of the future I stand
Teetering on the brink of a new beginning.Teetering on the brink of a new beginning.Teetering on the brink of a new beginning.
Eternity stretches behind and before.Eternity stretches behind and before.Eternity stretches behind and before.
The bird of light lifts wings of wonder,The bird of light lifts wings of wonder,The bird of light lifts wings of wonder,
Soaring into the still air.Soaring into the still air.Soaring into the still air.
Go with himGo with himGo with him
for he will not land again.for he will not land again.for he will not land again.
65. 65
PINK ROSES
PINK ROSES out of heavenly ardour blown
Blossoming from the humid earth;
What bright dewdrops reflect your holy face
And falling, mingle with the grass fresh mown.
(We know you’re on the case.)
A promise of perfumed petals sown,
Brings a blush of profusion
A swell of lush confusion, comforting strained muscles in my heart.
In this soft stream of being my senses re-orient,
reform and poise themselves for truth.
Why can’t truth be gentle like the roses?
67. 67
Seawall at Othona
Stately white sails in gracious procession, far out in the estuary-
Beyond - the thin dark horizon, the bright blue sea.
Nearer, the obscurity of the mudflats
- the outward march of serried staves,
Marshalling the sand.
Eleven black barges silently guard the foreshore,
Sturdy barriers to the incoming tide;
The encroaching sand silts there,
warding off the power of the North Sea.
But the power of the silence is more commanding;
No sound of crashing wave
But only the soft blowing of the wind
Lifting us into the comfort of God
69. 69
Epitaph of an Enneagram “One”
Focusing on the One who is All
Not on the chaotic nightmare of the deep,
Surrounded by a pure circle of what is—
This could be bliss.
How to still the concatenating murmurs of disquiet
The frenzy of assessment, computation by the hour,
A summation of chaos which seizes
Constricts and narrows life.
Yes, my perfection, that for which I yearn,
Draws me steadfastly forward.
But the drawing out of the silent pool
Is hard to come by,
Existing only in a
Small piece of bread.
72. 72
Mayhem’s Gate: Post 9/11
Refract the lens of time.
Hush into stillness the sun of centuries.
Too many memories lie verdant;-
the crimson gash of warring faiths
each swallowed by the dark maw, traitors’ gate.
Those who believe the power is theirs
Theirs the ultimate of right
Must ride forever on its aching cusp.
Theirs the false belief, proclaimed as truth
Opening wide the gate to mayhem.
At Tyburn, Oxford, York, the Tower
The martyrs’ blood still flows unceasingly-
That red bloom is the flower
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That speaks of dogma’s inhumanity.
It is a monstrous paradox
That any sound religion
Should turn itself upon its head
And exact an unforgiving retribution.
The sinews of hatred vibrate in a symphony of apocalyptic expectation.
The horsemen of Western capitalism
Ride roughshod across the plain.
Too late, too late the lament for latter day satanic mills
And for sharing our plunder with the poor.
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Mayhem’s Gate
Those who believe the power is theirs,
Theirs the ultimate of right,
Must ride forever on its aching cusp.
Theirs the false belief, proclaimed as truth
Opening wide the gate to mayhem.
“You have heard that it was said,
‘Eye for eye and tooth for tooth’.
But I tell you, do not resist an evil person.
If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.”
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And now we walk as in a mist of unseen hfear
Fleeing the ghost of our own shadow selves,
Reluctantly embracing a world of inconstant uncertainty,
We brace ourselves for disaster.
“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my help comes from him.”
Those who believe the power is theirs,
Theirs the ultimate of right,
Must ride forever on its aching cusp.
Theirs the false belief, proclaimed as truth
Opening wide the gate to Mayhem.
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Furnace
From the furnace of pure gold
Flames ascend to the blue sky –
White hot the truth
that burns into the heart of man –
brings fruit that ripens on the tree,
On the tree of Calvary
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Brass Ceiling
The brass ceiling,
The impenetrable sky,
The leaden atmosphere,
All are sealing me off from the inflowing presence of God.
Where is the shaft of light spearing the darkness,
Swelling, possessing the black chasm of fear,
Rendering it impotent?
I look inside,
The rough fabric is scarred, clotted with blood.
(An angel speaks:)
“It is not bright raiment we look for,
but a robe that envelops the great wound of the world,
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A wound that pricks out lies and obfuscations,
secret malice and murderous intent,
that makes criminals, not martyrs, of us all.”
Oh, but this is too much, too dramatic by far.
We would prefer to retire to our quiet firesides by the telly and sip our
Ovaltine in peace.
Don't speak of war and rumours of war.
But we cannot abort the process of destruction on our own;
we must live through it, embrace it and savour it.
How else can we find Him who is our peace.
(Finally, Our Lord says this:)
Can you drink the cup which I drink and share the bread I give?
What will you surrender to the coming King?
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Haiku
Just one haiku shines
A jewel glittering darkly
Glows eternally
Concisely speaking
It encapsulates the thought
Transcending spirit
Wind soughing gently
Coaxing brown leaves to fall
Leaving the tree bare
Unfurling white snail
Delicately slithering
Moves gently away
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Struggle
Another day gone
The end is never in sight
What a fiasco
Covid this Easter
Threatening all we hold dear
We will rise again
Death stalking the land
Keeping head above water
Welcome now Spirit
Ego muscles in
Supplanting higher wisdom
I long to break through
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Ego driven world
Constantly eroding life
Pray for these people
Small self carries on
Infiltrating my soul path
So hampering me
Where is my heart’s core
Shrivellled up like a dry prune
Emotion floods in
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Harmony
Where is the focus
Shining a heavenly light
The gateway of truth?
One jot and tittle
Snap shot of recorded time
Never repeated
Above and below
Pinpointed in the balance
Straddling awareness
Held in vibration
Now transcending the ego
Unspeakable peace
Heart opening now
So quietly, stealthily
Abundance awaits
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Secret well within
Awakening the glory
Universal love
All beneficent
An ocean of beingness
Utter paradox
O intricate web
Encapsulating all life
For ever awake
Fullness of quiet peace
My monkey mind is now still
Bathing in the light
Beyond my ego
In the transparent moment
There is nothingness
Transcending ego
Silent realms beyond thinking
Coming home at last
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End Notes
Enlightenment Intensive
The enlightenment intensive format, back in the seventies, enabled at
that time some of the most stimulating, awareness producing, even
mystical events in my life. This poem reflects that:
I once experienced the causal state of the Void during an
Enlightenment Intensive in the seventies. I have never forgotten it.
There was complete nothingness: emptiness. No stars or galaxies. Just
nothing. But not frightening. Comfortable. Fulness in a vacuum.
Apparently, this state is quite frequently experienced by participants in
an EI.
I now realise that this was ultimate conscious awareness. It was not ‘I’
that was experiencing this. For a brief moment ‘l’ was not there. It was
only the consciousness.
Butterflies
I wrote this poem after coming home from taking my daughter to
Primary School for her first day at school. I Suddenly became aware of
the finiteness of life.
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Grenze
This was written in Duderstadt on an official visit with Stroud
District Council, when we visited the frontier between East and West
Germany. Two villages separated from each other by no man’s land.
Nelson
A poem written in 2005 as part of the commemoration of the battle of
Trafalgar.
Sea at Weymouth
I wrote this at the age of 17, full of teenage angst.
Easter Morning
Written during the celebration of the Easter triduum led by Jim Cotter
at Othona, Burton Bradstock
Sea Wall at Othona
Written on the sea wall of the Othona community at Bradwell on Sea,
Essex
Epitaph for an Enneagram ‘One’
Written during an Enneagram workshop at Emmaus House, Bristol.
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93. About the Author
Hilary Sinclair is a qualified spiritual director and graduate
teacher ( long since retired) She originally worked in the field
of psychodynamic and group psychotherapy and graduated
from the University of Cambridge in the UK. During her post
graduate education studies at Bristol University an ongoing
experience in a leaderless group referencing the work of WR
Bion, first sparked her interest in psychodynamic psychology
and social interaction.
She has always loved poetry, including works by Kathleen
Raine, Emily Bronte, Gerard Manley Hopkins and John
Keats. Her ‘mystic’ consciousness was first triggered as a
teenager, by reading Simone Weil: Waiting on God
Exposure to intense spiritual pressure in a fundamentalist
Christian Fellowship contributed to a severe mental
breakdown in the eighties, which opened the gates to a more
tranquil and contemplative life, where she derived much
solace and inspiration from the works of St John of the Cross.
Discovering Ken Wllber’s Integral (AQUAL) world view led
to an unexpected expanded consciousness which gave her the
courage to publish this small volume of poems