Delayed

Darkness calls around
Slight chill of autumn
Light whistle of wind
Up the fireless chimney

All the sounds of intern
On the backlit keyboard
A thankfulness blows
As if love called my name

I shape up to see the trees
Silhouettes in feint relief
The thief of another summer
My timeless breath fades

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Tongue & Groove

Sunlit Doors

Hasps, rasps, nobbles

Key locked & slide bolted

I sit on the step, half in shadow, half in light

The doors not insignificant security

Leaves me fairly well protected

It is a barrier from the onrush of parishioners

Those spirited attendees of a service

That would be difficult for me to attend

As I enter the chapel later all is quiet

It is clear of worshipers and tourists alike

I stand ever so still, to feel the magnificent privilege

Swim with venom into my veins

Run rampant throughout my hopeful mind

Give my soul these free words to rampage with

I am heavy in admiration of mortice and tenon

The carpenters surely fashioned this boldness

Making a statement, as carpenters sons are known to

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Before We Go To Emptiness

This morning I am extremely sensually aroused
In a sexually aroused kind of way
I did have an erotically charged dream
Yet some three hours later
The passions are still climbing
The sap is still rising

Is this a reaction
To the nuns and the monks
Who we met at the weekend
Have I a mind
To counterbalance their abstinence

Or is this a stiff test
A delusion or a distraction
(A pretty strong one, I'll give you that)
A means to prevent my meditation
One more hurdle for me to sidle over
On the road to peace

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Procedures and Artefacts

I came into town to collect my prescription from the chemists. Kate said to ask if they do home deliveries, so I did ask; and the lady said yes we do, but only for the housebound. She did not say, but I think that clearly she thought, I did not meet that criteria.

I brought my old black leather shoes with me, to take them to the cobbler for new soles and heels (steel tipped). I find out that he does not open Monday's and Thursday's, today is Monday. I need then not have worried, as I did all the way, as to whether or not he takes cash or card for payment.

I was rather taken by the glass fronted sideboard at Madhyamaka. I fancied having a reflection in our old stables so that meditators could look back, through the new window behind them into the garden, much as I had done to watch the gulls soaring. The antiques centre had no such thing, and they didn't appear to know if they were going to be expecting one.

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Giants

I remember, what I heard, or read; about our thoughts and our dreams not being reality

Then I watched a poetry video Ultimo Fragmento (English subtitles)

A poem by Raymond Carver, he of What we talk about when we talk about love

I remember, what I read or heard, about his addictions and his delusions

Now I am told that what he wanted was "To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on earth"

My own obsessions, and their distance from reality brought me to the place where I first found him, and to where I find him once again

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