the family of three
rejoiced
taking photographs
beside henry moore’s
mother and child
as sure as he was
to turn for home
we turned
away from expectation
for one afternoon
that anxiety
and burden
should and could be relieved
from the calamities
which love engages
once again invaded
pressed into action
when the preference
is for isolation
the path is unclear
yet the subconscious
is asking questions
about the underlying truth
the road is long
also it is winding
the thoughts are strong
our love it is binding
no-thing to go wrong
with tolerance we are finding
to be is where we do belong
our selves so so simply reminding
my mantra
is your name
that’s right
my mantra is your full name
in meditation
i chant your name
in presence
i resolve your name
it is as if
your name holds
the beauty of love
to be shared forever
now that we have revealed
in plain sight so to speak
that we are two
who might we be
in the present moment
maybe niet
we could share
the presence of darkness
yes one day
we could dwell together
in the spacious consciousness
of sublime love
what did i give
what do i have to give
is my not letting go
your way
of having me let go
are my repetitive words
troublesome
do my escapist thoughts
leave you altogether underwhelmed
what did we have
that it cannot be recovered
you gift me your anxiety
in couplets
and triptychs
you gift me your love
through echoes
and vibrations
you are simply being
in the beautiful truth
beyond explanations
yours is the mantra
which continues
to chime repeatedly
why was their son
given his mother’s
maiden name
how did his father
let go so so easily
of his inheritance
do we need to know
the moment of conception
amidst their journey of love
the story will follow
the line of the curve
of natural dispersion
of growth and decay
each chapter
may have its own curve
with show and tell
exposed in equal measure
part history
part psychology
part psychotherapy
mostly insight for examination
there will be moods
also opportunities
for resolution
and absolutely there will be love
alone
in the quiet space
i am quite able
to sensibly and sensitively forget
to faultlessly and figuratively remember
white clouds
black clouds
blue skies and sunshine
raindrops
snowflakes
walks on open moorland
alone
in the dark space
i am more than able
to independently and together share
also to liminally and lovingly just be
bluff
and double bluff
i loved you
but you did not love me
how could that be
how could that continue to be
he loved her
instead of you
how could that be
how could that ever be
on the certain line
of completion
as the eyes open
and the nostrils confirm
ylang ylang and nutmeg
and patchouli
from the joss-sticks
this being the way
to the beginning of the day
