Grounds

I park in the same place
I have parked here since
Two thousand and seven

I can see the college dome
Where we went for coffee
Sometime around eleven

Behind me the wine bar
They opened their doors
On the day I was leaving

Beside hopes and dreams
We cleared out a space
To endow the grieving

I might tell of winter
Mornings, of catching
New light at the dawn

Specify all the reasons
That make these lives
We live our very own

Ahead of me now stand
The railings, prescribed
In, and as, circular motion
Names of not so famous
War heroes, who gave and lost
Their life, without a notion

Of the purpose of dying so
Cheaply, whereas I remember
To try and love you so deeply

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No-Flap Jack

Not a seat in the house
Sat instead, in the small café
Eating what I shouldn’t eat
Although it is laced with ginger

The gold mine, for that is what it is
This first fine Saturday of summer
A first day, and also a last day, for today
Ends my Vipassana meditation course

Twelve weeks of transportation
Inspiration and motivation
Eighty four days of waking
With a chosen purpose

And to conclude, in the luxury
Of endearing choiceless awareness
The more I am aware the more
Difficult I find it to be surprised

Yet I know that that pleasure
It is just around the corner

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Weak Of A Kind

You saw something you didn’t care for
A trait that you thought demonstrated weakness
And I guess that once you had made the discovery
I became an irritable itch to scratch

I should have been less weak
I should not have shouted
And after half a life
I should have learnt a lesson

You saw something you cared for
A trait that you thought demonstrated kindness
And I guess once you had made that discovery
I became a holistic soul mate to support

I should have been more kind
I should not have demeaned you
And after the last few months
I should be more than grateful

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Movements

I was warm
On that early summer afternoon
I had escaped to your presence
And I was happy

I was chilled
On that early morning in midsummer
I had escaped to the riverbank and bridge
And I was happy

I was dulled
By industrial life
I had escaped to a university
And I was happy

I am happy that I was happy
In your presence
By the riverbank and bridge
In the university

I had escaped to you
I am happy you were so kind

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Love Stream

If you love someone deeply
Their spirit enters your spirit
It is as if you suddenly become
Joined as spiritual blood-brothers

Just as if you had seared your skin
And pressed your bodies to one
Just as if you had consummated
With all the pleasure of your juices

And as if your minds had entered
This infinite orbit of luminous love
These are the bonds not to be broken
The rich jewels that lighten your path

There may be outwardly diversions
Even protracted distractions and eruptions
Fear not though for always in the ether
Your spirits will mingle for you to feel the joy

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