Pete's Sacred Space

Sacred Space
These Stones
I Cannot Believe
Quartz
Buried Treasure
Hearts Of Stone
Oh Brother!
Great Court
Eltham Churchyard
Greenwich
Gaia Project
Countless Stones
Woden
C.N.D.
Avebury
The Sanctuary
Silbury Hill
Hanging Stone
Waylands Smithy
Cloud Busting
Lambourne Seven
Post Holes
Stonehenge
Stanton Drew
Pagan
Glastonbury
Rollright
Owersyll
Pentre Ifan
Castlerigg
Mid Clyth
Ballantrushel
Stoned
First At last
IWRBAM TTTTEOT
Time Machine
Star Voyagers
Kersey
Ley Hunter
The Longest Day
Solstice
Standstill
All Saints
Winter
Armistace
Callanish
Stones
Straightlines
Cathedral
Once Upon A Time
Takes Away
Not Our First
Time Lock
Peace
Keep On Running
Hear This
Finally
Like some deserted village church,
Or monastery without a monk,
A field of corn minus ears,
Hong Kong without a junk.

This round of stones.
An abbey, less its flesh,
Glowing in the autumn sun
Entraps this spirit in its mesh.

These metamorphic mounds of grey,
Petrified men in slate,
Exciting in the morning mist.
Mysterious in the evening late.

No line to ley in square inset
In bygone time when made,
Though now a sight of Awr Fawr, bright,
Before a millenium fade
Should bring a glimmer of reason.
To leave Sarsens in the shade.