Mustard Tree

Great things grow from small beginnings

What you'll find here

Welcome to this jumble sale of writings, musings, observations and inspirations: I hope you find something to help you on your journey home. It's all storytelling, in the end. That's how we understand things; the stories of who we are, where we came from, where we're headed. The stories of other people, how they came to be who they are, which stories shaped them, why our stories sometimes run parallel, and sometimes clash.

When we're motivated enough, we can change our stories, write new outcomes for ourselves and our people, our planet. All it takes is imagination, where there are, genuinely, no limits.

Warmest regards

Peter Neary-Chaplin

Writer. Poet.

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Window

Tuesday, August 18, 2009 at 11:34AM

Drawn down a narrow, curved stair

below the working life of a peopled day

I found a never opened door.

Unlocked, it turned out,

waiting windowless,

empty, cool and unexamined.

So I closed my eyes and sat

since nothing seemed worth looking at

and, feeling holy, prayed

with half a heart, for this, for that.

Then, nothing was in my head

but purring wings over sedimenting silence,

the steady tide of undemanding breath,

the soft dying of desire.

Soon I looked up again

and saw a bright, tiny window

that wasn't there when

this time,

this interval,

this universe began.

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