We hobbled over
Those nobbled
Cobbled stones
As the white water
Pitched, bobbled
In the middle
Of the stream
He sits on a rock
Posing, to have
His photograph taken
The water
Makes quite a racket
Nowhere near as quiet
As the mouse
In the Tibetan meditation room
Either way
Even with such
Never-ending movement
There is a stillness
To the moment, to the day
No need now for wobble
Or for feeling wobbly
Cobbled together stories
Of past lives, present lives
All of what there is, going forwards
Wednesday, 1 May 2019
Tuesday, 30 April 2019
Eighty One
A footpath
Of cobbled stone
With granite slate
All maintained
By the National Trust
The camera says
It’s had enough
So these here words
Will have to suffice
To describe the view
Bums on boulders
Feet on ferns
Sandwiches
In the plastic bag
(Biodegradable)
The gill
For that is why
We have ventured off-road
It is as white as sour milk
Hence the name
Across the way
Higher, then higher still
Up there on the summit
Matchstick Men
In the style of LS Lowrie
Of cobbled stone
With granite slate
All maintained
By the National Trust
The camera says
It’s had enough
So these here words
Will have to suffice
To describe the view
Bums on boulders
Feet on ferns
Sandwiches
In the plastic bag
(Biodegradable)
The gill
For that is why
We have ventured off-road
It is as white as sour milk
Hence the name
Across the way
Higher, then higher still
Up there on the summit
Matchstick Men
In the style of LS Lowrie
Monday, 29 April 2019
Eighty
Take your time
Follow
The mindful way of life
Take your time
Glide through the hollow
Covered by the trees of life
Stand in line
Borrow
From the mindful way of life
Stand in line
Free from sorrow
Gifted by the stillness of life
Find the sign
Climb
Into the mindful way of life
Find the sign
Peaceful for the mind
Beauty in the love of life
Turn to kind
Learn to unwind
With the mindful way of life
Turn to kind
Seek to find
Care in a carefree kind of life
Follow
The mindful way of life
Take your time
Glide through the hollow
Covered by the trees of life
Stand in line
Borrow
From the mindful way of life
Stand in line
Free from sorrow
Gifted by the stillness of life
Find the sign
Climb
Into the mindful way of life
Find the sign
Peaceful for the mind
Beauty in the love of life
Turn to kind
Learn to unwind
With the mindful way of life
Turn to kind
Seek to find
Care in a carefree kind of life
Sunday, 28 April 2019
Seventy Nine
Who was there
Who wasn’t there
Was everybody there
Was I the only one absent
The window was open
Throughout the night
I needed fresh air
I wanted fresh air
No matter
That your shoulder
Might have caught the draught
Causing you a relapse
The autumn colours
Already beautiful
Yet, so we are told
Better still in two weeks time
Then to walk
On the decking
Over the bog, over the marsh
To see the magnificent grasses
Who wasn’t there
Was everybody there
Was I the only one absent
The window was open
Throughout the night
I needed fresh air
I wanted fresh air
No matter
That your shoulder
Might have caught the draught
Causing you a relapse
The autumn colours
Already beautiful
Yet, so we are told
Better still in two weeks time
Then to walk
On the decking
Over the bog, over the marsh
To see the magnificent grasses
Saturday, 27 April 2019
Seventy Eight
One word a page
One word a day
Beginning with love
Going who knows which way
Silent meditation
In a silent hall
Silent meditation
Going wherever to call
Climbing hills
With morning footsteps
Climbing hills
Going to whatever’s next
A wandering person
Who wished me joy
A wandering person
Going on to become the boy
In mind, in body
Here on retreat
In mind, in body
Going on to the steadier seat
One word a day
Beginning with love
Going who knows which way
Silent meditation
In a silent hall
Silent meditation
Going wherever to call
Climbing hills
With morning footsteps
Climbing hills
Going to whatever’s next
A wandering person
Who wished me joy
A wandering person
Going on to become the boy
In mind, in body
Here on retreat
In mind, in body
Going on to the steadier seat
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