By Simon Robinson Adramelech Suddenly,I realise. There are no fish, only beguilement. Startled, Adramelech awakens.His comfortable home discoveredand flee he cannot,for there is no Adramelech.Only beguilement. The peacock’s wings,Cover all.Yet even they are empty. Not the mind, yet not not…
Exploring Ancient Greek Concepts | Dr Simon Robinson An in-depth exploration of ancient Greek concepts of existence and consciousness The Platonic Explanation of Being The Platonic explanation of being offers a profound insight into the nature of existence and consciousness.…
A Comprehensive Philosophical Examination of Consciousness and Human Identity It can be helpful for those trying to make sense of the ‘mind’ to recognise that these three concepts, being, self and personality are quite distinct and different things. Once you…
The Future is a Blank Page As I start to write this I am staring at a blank page I have written many pages before this one Some good, some bad, some immaterial, many that are best forgotten ALL are…
Home. The Rye runs into the DerwentThe Derwent flows down to the seaThis land, these rivers, this RyedaleThese are the heart of me. My life moves forward, and I move alongBut Ryedale comes right along with meThis land holds my…
When your world is destroyed by fireYou should stand in the ashesEmbrace the heat that remainsLet the old embers warm youKeep you safeHelping you to rekindle a new fireAs the sparks rise from the dying cindersThey form another fire, a…
Echo-lightsthat danceas waves of the mindon moonlight seasthat dazzle and caress shorelinesand beguile the lover.Unknown and forgottenthe inky waveslurk beneathhypnoticreflections.Fixate and forget,set adrift.Uriel’s sword,binds one from within.Pan starts the dance,the wheels turn andnow the showmustbegin. © 2024 Simon Robinson
A gentle hint of wood smoke, a symphony of soundLeaves lay brown and withered, a carpet on the ground.A powerful time of year for opportunity and growthReflecting and connecting Peace and balance…both. Strip and prune away what no longer serves…
Breathe. From our first cry,to the last gasp,we are but breath upon a mirror Frail and ephemeral,a thin layer upon the worldOur reflection both hazy and distorted Yet,we know what lies beneathis our own To perceive this truth,we only need…
Carpe Die M. I tried to seize the dayButIt was a slippery little fish, and itGot away from meAgain The line became too taughtSnapped backCutting me like a knife I’ll go back to the riverTomorrowTry againLet the flow control my…