This is what I hoped for
This is what I wished for
Outside of meditation
This is what I craved for
Or at least one of the things
I hoped this room would bring peace
I wished this room would bring joy
Outside of meditation
I craved for this room in which to crave
To be at least one, of those many things
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
Monday, 9 July 2018
Sunday, 8 July 2018
Shared Ownership
If you came here
Or if someone else came here
To this room I have created
Would you, or they, look at the photographs
Would you, or they, read the books
Would you, or they, listen to the music
Would you, or they, sit around this table
If I offered you coffee
Or if I offered someone else coffee
In this room I have created
Would you, or they, make polite conversation
Would you, or they, shed their light, lightly
Would you, or they, smile, smile infectiously
Would you, or they, talk of our love, lovingly
Or if someone else came here
To this room I have created
Would you, or they, look at the photographs
Would you, or they, read the books
Would you, or they, listen to the music
Would you, or they, sit around this table
If I offered you coffee
Or if I offered someone else coffee
In this room I have created
Would you, or they, make polite conversation
Would you, or they, shed their light, lightly
Would you, or they, smile, smile infectiously
Would you, or they, talk of our love, lovingly
Saturday, 7 July 2018
Ownership
I ought to be honest
Own up
To what I know about beauty
I ought to be clear
Own up, to myself
About where I discovered beauty
I ought to be sure
Find a certainty
Of feelings and time
I ought to be confident
Find a realisation
Of moments in time
Own up
To what I know about beauty
I ought to be clear
Own up, to myself
About where I discovered beauty
I ought to be sure
Find a certainty
Of feelings and time
I ought to be confident
Find a realisation
Of moments in time
Friday, 6 July 2018
Be II
Alone, yet not alone
For feelings flood in
The body sizzles
The mind whistles on by
Alone, how good does it feel
The sizzling, the whistling
The whole of the ether
Turned out on its head
For feelings flood in
The body sizzles
The mind whistles on by
Alone, how good does it feel
The sizzling, the whistling
The whole of the ether
Turned out on its head
Thursday, 5 July 2018
Be I
I look into the old man's eyes
Will I become him
Will he become me
Will I reach the point of the point of wisdom
In the morning light
With the suns rays
Entering through the window
Will I one day be free to contemplate
Will I become him
Will he become me
Will I reach the point of the point of wisdom
In the morning light
With the suns rays
Entering through the window
Will I one day be free to contemplate
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