on the very cusp
of the closing bell sounding
clarity and sense and purpose
reveal themselves to be together
as the basis for continued love
in the presence of awareness
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
on the very cusp
of the closing bell sounding
clarity and sense and purpose
reveal themselves to be together
as the basis for continued love
in the presence of awareness
one story
turned on its head
turned around and around
the players change
the players are rearranged
one two three
three two one
single pointed focus
variable pointed focus
with the camera snapper
the absolute winner
welcome to the paradise
of our spacious awareness
the journey to nothingness
where nothing is ever
any more than nothing at all
where nowhere
is never anywhere nearer
than here and now
is there anything the matter
hello
good day
how are you
where have you been
where are you going now
is there anything the matter
would you care to begin again
hello
good day
how are you
where have you been
where are you going now
is there anything the matter
would you care to begin again
with love at the centre of our being
hello
hello
good day
hello
good day
how are you
hello
good day
how are you
where have you been
hello
good day
how are you
where have you been
where are you going now
i will forgive you one thing
if that one thing is god
which as a firm non-believer
is the ultimate sacrifice
to wake
on the canal boat
beside your lover
with your son
in the next room
to sit together
on the deck
in the ethereal glade
where the morning dew
echoes the lack of disturbance
on the cusp of understanding
where one line ends
and another begins
where becoming settled
is the very time for conclusion
yet tomorrow as today
the process
will be separated
exploring caverns in the darkness
always to find a light
as if
even without questions answered
a peaceful resting place
may evolve
as a psychological reconstruction
just at that very moment
as the end bell rings
i have everything in its place
all is settled
the once turbulent waters are still
yet of course
there is more to be worried about
each detail will
turn over or introduce
a further detail
and so life will go on
also dreams and meditations
where the working out
has its own methods
as well as its own motivations
how?
all by coincidence
or mostly
years later
the amazement
rises to the surface
streets
requiring
aeroplane travel
jobs
chancing ones arm
day by day
and love
there in continuum
going up and down
clarity is the sublime emptiness
love is the exquisite completeness
between clarity and love
the soul and the spirit
are continuously replenished
as long as
the heart is still beating
now time
at once wasted
with half-hearted suggestions
and altogether indifferent responses
no splash of perfume
or swirl of silk scarf
no splash of cologne
or dancing in the dark
amble on
in ample time
of resonance and recovery
along narrow country lanes
with high bramble hedges
where horse and cart
carried the harvest
when forgetful actions
left one all alone