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Tuesday 11 February 2020

The shelter is in the doing

The shelter is in the doing
Yesterday the shelter
Was to be found in the being
In the being which precedes the doing

The being who reblogged photographs
Who posted poetry with pictures
Towards all four corners of the world

The shelter is in the adsorption
Yes, this shelter is found by being absorbed
Fully absorbed in the doing

The doing which also includes meditation
After writing at the standing desk
Writing words for no one else’s consumption

The shelter is in taking the photograph
Of turning the photographs into a book
Or at least into a book cover

Achieved by rotating and cropping
By being in there with the decision making
This way or that, that way or this

The shelter is in the deep listening
Listening to the Drawn in Pale Light playlist
Music then

Along with the leaves and branches
Providing a canopy for the settled soul
Before bumping into something more esoteric

Which takes one to the jazz night
That night when the shelter was the jazz night
Jazz on a boat, on a boat on the river

Yet with a group of individuals
Who right now
I can hardly remember any of

So better perhaps to return
To return, return to the being
And the doing of that shelter