The Sunshine Place

One evening in 2013, as I was ambling on Bethel Street, with Celia & Buffy, I walked right into it. There it was. A golden, many-armed flame pretending to be a tree. Walking through its aura was heady, a drunken blessedness. As I studied the tree, I realised it was a Tree Rishi. An awakened tree. The conversation with it inspired a poem series, that forms the sacred heart of this book.

The Sunshine Place is the blessedness that opens its arms to all those willing to step in. And as you open your deeper senses, you discover the extraordinary nestles in every weed. Every corner of our world.

Those who have followed my oeuvre, will experience a sense of delighted disorientation, the poet who fractured sentences in the early 1980's, now offers a deep assurance. Here words nudge the reader to the goldenness, Rather than shock one into waking up.

It is now, close to 35 years since the visions of the divine have rained into my being... And in those years Celia & I have revealed the auras of many, healed thousands and guided a great tribe of seekers. As I have begun to practise the great syllables of the ever-present life, a tiny shimmer of butterfly dust clings to my day. And words.

But this is not a book of words. Not a book of postmodern experimentation. Not a book that any longer cares to be on the cutting edge. It is a book that is like a magpie's nest. In that nest is this. A reminder. A promise. There is a Sunshine Place, within each of us, around each of us. An unspeakable light from which we emerge... To which we are destined. And if we reach towards it, it will reach back. Sometimes with torrential flame. Sometimes with great gentleness.