Almost, Not

I read four pages
Without reading any
I heard of love
Without my old way
I wrote of meditation
Without stopping to think

Reading, writing, hearing
Waiting for whatever happens
To happen

I look around
Without seeing
I feel pain
Without giving it a name
I sense disappointment
Without wondering why

Looking, feeling, sensing
Hoping that whatever happens
Will happen sometime

I sit
Without the need to stand
I lay
Without the need to sit
I sleep
Without the need to lie

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Useful Or What

There are flowers of many colours
But nowhere at all to sit
There is a pond of pure black reflection
But nowhere in sight to sit

An artist, or photographer
With his aunt or mother
Seeks to find the perfect angle
Though he knows of nowhere then to sit

I did not dodge my responsibilities
Think I
As the pregnant girl walks by

I did catch the water droplets
Think I
As they hung in slow suspension

There are ice creams of many flavours
With many tables at which to sit
There is a gift shop with fine papers
But no matches, for the redundant fire-pit

A writer or philosopher
With his lover or muse
Seeks to find a genuine entrance
Before choosing where to sit

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Unilateralism

When I go alone
I go without being
I go without looking
I go without seeing

Yet when I go with you
I am
I look
I see

Though often times
I forget to take you with me
I forget to ask you to join me
I forget to simply let you be

I go to my cocoon
For protection
For solace
For joy

I go there with you
To be alive
To be as one
To be with love

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Hideaways

Blackbird
What time do you go
Blackbird
To where do you go

Is it dusk that calls you
Is it dawn that frees you
Blackbird where do you go to
Blackbird why do you go

On the fences I last saw you
After the music came to a close
Between the fences, my eyes follow
As the breeze so so gently blows

Is the pigeon your nemesis
For from rooftop to rooftop it goes
Or is the swallow your possessive
Swift as swift it flies in rows

Is the stillness then a signal of sight
Just as with the total eclipse
Does the stillness undo the flight
All movement somehow to resist

Where do you go to
Blackbird
What time do you go
Blackbird

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One

No need for fire-pit
Or chimaera
For the sun brings twenty-seven degrees
And a rather blue
Blue sky

When is the time to prune trees
Asks the novice gardener
Yet
As he asks no one but himself
The conversation gradually passes

Looking through the grasses
Looking through the bushes
Catching the sun’s last reflection
Feeling into
The listless breeze

Water is the echo
Or so it seems
Of the ways and means
Spot the flies which settle
Pulling at your shirtsleeve seams

The big bird flies the skyline
Followed by the vapours
From the fading jet streams
The swallows show off real fine
Show gliding as the way to dream

The dusk is in the stillness
As the evening primrose opens
And the thermals wait awhile
So still then now the stillness
Only the moment makes to move

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