Sacred Poetry and Prose are pieces of writing which have been written by people whilst on my
Open the Heart and Still the Mind silent retreats.
I am extremely grateful for the permission to share their beautiful words.
Anyone wanting to share their writing on this page can please email me on email@example.com. All photos not taken by Sue have permission for use and are credited with appreciation.
I have received so little time and space to be. I have tucked myself into the needs of others: The family that needed me to be all that my sister wasn’t. The clients that needed... Read More
The hellos, the goodbyes. There is no beginning, no end. The seamless night turns to flowing day. The point at which day becomes night, and night becomes day, is no point, only a seamless meeting... Read More
Start with a block As scared and as closed as you or I Fill it with stone Your rocks and pebbles A Boulder perhaps To spare Carve out the valleys That the rains... Read More
With you Head to head Palm to palm Knee to knee Sitting Mere breath vapor Condensed from the heat Of your solidity You will not stay I sit Knee to knee... Read More
May the soft grass tickle The soles of your feet Though it gives way to the mud May the cool mud envelope And nourish your skin Though it gives way To the rocks ... Read More
A mist so thick and heavy it seems to grow from the ground Hangs a veil over sight and amplifies sound When vision is unable to see the folds of land afar It becomes an... Read More
80 wings beat, presence called by a dispersed orchestra of 40 organic chimes Rippling over landscapes Peaks which rise and fall out from the silent gaps in time As they come and go so freely... Read More
I sit here on this beautiful day Surrounded by the magnificence of your mountains You have absorbed my howling from the very first time I came here Your winds have dried up my tears Your... Read More
The Mist diffuses the light Offering it equitably To parts of the world Content in the shadows, Those places normally Blessed by direct contact with the sun Do not protest this redistribution They sit... Read More
I made a stream flow above me In Emoyeni Water long stagnant, I hacked mindlessly at beauty – and weeds With roots as tangled and deep as falsehood itself ‘We will grow again’ they mock... Read More