No signal, no email
No phone, no text
Committal and commitment
For all of the coming days
No signal, no email
Intimidation as her very way of being
Ego as the means of survival
A dog eat dog kind of life
For all of the coming days
Breaking down the inner policeman
Growing strong and growing proud
Learning, learning; learning all the while
No phone, no text
No shortage of confident young people
Intimidation as her very way of being
Breaking down the inner policeman
Congratulations on your performance
Committal and commitment
Ego as the means of survival
Growing strong and growing proud
A dog eat dog kind of life
No shortage of confident young people
Congratulations on your performance
Learning, learning; learning all the while
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
Thursday, 2 August 2018
Wednesday, 1 August 2018
Cube 1: Front, back, top, bottom, left, right
Jigsaw-puzzle on the table
Macaroni cheese for dinner
Coffee in the World Peace Cafe
Guided meditation in the Bow Room
Photographs in the walled garden
Trip out to Millington village
Ploughed fields; partridges, or were they pheasants
Treetops and steam topped power stations
Macaroni cheese for dinner
Across the road to Kilnwick Percy Spa
Trip out to Millington village
Single bedded bedroom, bathroom shared with six
Guided meditation in the Bow Room
Chanted prayers play on compact disks
Treetops and steam topped power stations
Buddhism becoming Meditationism
Jigsaw puzzle on the table
Across the road to Kilnwick Percy Spa
Photographs in the walled garden
Chanted prayers play on compact disks
Coffee in the World Peace Cafe
Single bedded bedroom, bathroom shared with six
Ploughed fields; partridges, or were they pheasants
Buddhism becoming Meditationism
Macaroni cheese for dinner
Coffee in the World Peace Cafe
Guided meditation in the Bow Room
Photographs in the walled garden
Trip out to Millington village
Ploughed fields; partridges, or were they pheasants
Treetops and steam topped power stations
Macaroni cheese for dinner
Across the road to Kilnwick Percy Spa
Trip out to Millington village
Single bedded bedroom, bathroom shared with six
Guided meditation in the Bow Room
Chanted prayers play on compact disks
Treetops and steam topped power stations
Buddhism becoming Meditationism
Jigsaw puzzle on the table
Across the road to Kilnwick Percy Spa
Photographs in the walled garden
Chanted prayers play on compact disks
Coffee in the World Peace Cafe
Single bedded bedroom, bathroom shared with six
Ploughed fields; partridges, or were they pheasants
Buddhism becoming Meditationism
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Tuesday, 31 July 2018
Meditation
If I had ever been to Tibet
I would be in Tibet right now
If I ever sat by the Japanese monk
I would sit by the Japanese monk right now
If I had ever been with the Buddha
I would be with the Buddha right now
If I ever reached enlightenment
I would be in enlightenment right now
Instead I am with the Dutch artist Volbeda
In his studio by the beach in Uist
Instead I am with Brother Daniel
At Vespers in Buckfast Abbey
Instead I am in the public-house in Dublin
With the guy who was good for society
Instead I am with my darling one
On a beautiful birthday vacation
If I, instead
Just bathed in the meditation
Listened to the Om
Chanted it, as my silent mantra
Waited, mindful
That the bells would ring
If I did all of that
Would I have been anywhere less at all
I would be in Tibet right now
If I ever sat by the Japanese monk
I would sit by the Japanese monk right now
If I had ever been with the Buddha
I would be with the Buddha right now
If I ever reached enlightenment
I would be in enlightenment right now
Instead I am with the Dutch artist Volbeda
In his studio by the beach in Uist
Instead I am with Brother Daniel
At Vespers in Buckfast Abbey
Instead I am in the public-house in Dublin
With the guy who was good for society
Instead I am with my darling one
On a beautiful birthday vacation
If I, instead
Just bathed in the meditation
Listened to the Om
Chanted it, as my silent mantra
Waited, mindful
That the bells would ring
If I did all of that
Would I have been anywhere less at all
Monday, 30 July 2018
I Did It Because
This is the role I play
And I cannot remake it
Those are the words I say
And I do not, cannot, fake it
Even with the cake
Left out in the rain
I have to move on
I must forsake it
The presence is no longer
There to give me pain
There is a light, a light
And I know that I can make it
No more the sad romance
Waiting to dictate it
No more nostalgic thoughts
No more to placate it
But don’t you forget
Those days running on the sand
Don’t you go forget
Rejoice, remember, o yes, how grand
To skip, and to laugh
And to make love upon this land
To skip, to laugh, and to dance
To make love upon this land
And I cannot remake it
Those are the words I say
And I do not, cannot, fake it
Even with the cake
Left out in the rain
I have to move on
I must forsake it
The presence is no longer
There to give me pain
There is a light, a light
And I know that I can make it
No more the sad romance
Waiting to dictate it
No more nostalgic thoughts
No more to placate it
But don’t you forget
Those days running on the sand
Don’t you go forget
Rejoice, remember, o yes, how grand
To skip, and to laugh
And to make love upon this land
To skip, to laugh, and to dance
To make love upon this land
Sunday, 29 July 2018
You Did It Because
I too stole pears
As you say Augustine did
I too was a thief after dark
In the western tradition
That I say this gives me pleasure
For the memories are the truth
They are the power and the glory
To make me as I am, from my youth
With means to fill the whole page
With other ignominious deeds
Also, to mention the monastics
Here, by the river, here, beside the reeds
I too stole life
Has many more had before me
I too was a thief in the park
In the northern tradition
That I say this gives me witness
For the memories are the truth
They are the hope in my truth
To make me, make me as I already am
As you say Augustine did
I too was a thief after dark
In the western tradition
That I say this gives me pleasure
For the memories are the truth
They are the power and the glory
To make me as I am, from my youth
With means to fill the whole page
With other ignominious deeds
Also, to mention the monastics
Here, by the river, here, beside the reeds
I too stole life
Has many more had before me
I too was a thief in the park
In the northern tradition
That I say this gives me witness
For the memories are the truth
They are the hope in my truth
To make me, make me as I already am
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