Priest

He asked the big question
Together the congregation said Yes
He also had one other question
Everyone assembled said No

I contemplated
Held a meditation on his words
All the while
I visualised the calm sea behind me

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Orienteering

Leather soles
Polished by
Dry, upland grasses

Halfway seat
A silhouette
On a long horizon

Not such
A good sunset
Tonight

A walk
Nonetheless
A new time beginning

Ill prepared, yet
Lost bearings found
Among the dusk of rooks at roost

But such
A good old
Day

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Mirador de La Victoria

There is the sea
There is a hill
There is a story
That goats walk on car bonnets
To eat the pine nuts
Which have fallen from the trees

There is the sea
There is a hill
There is a prayer
That to have found this place
Is in itself
A meditation on this earth

There is the sea
There is a hill
There is a human
That offers me a kindness
Who hears my response
Then wishes me well

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Intense

My lips were dry
My lips were moist
My lips were wet

And for these lips

My awareness was dry
My awareness was moist
My awareness was wet

And for these thoughts

I plunge into the sea
I swim in the sea
I float in the sea

And for this salty stillness

My lips are dry
My lips are moist
My lips are wet

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Good

With this hour
With this life
Take off the spectacles
Contemplate on
A clearer view

Above the pines
Up the mountain’s face
To the sky above, and
Reflect on this blue
Contrast this hue

With the new of the sea
Compare the depth
Of the deep sleep
With the lightness
Of the clear near sky

Meditate on the love of love
The love of this hour
The love of this life
The taste of oiled sardines
The taste of sweet tomatoes

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