Idealisms

The sky is simmering sky-blue

The sea is shimmering emerald-green

The waistlines are grotesque

Such is the march of humanity

Although, to the west side

Nudist bathing is positively encouraged

Yet, for myself

Speaking completely politically incorrectly

I would have them have a test to be passed

A sort of measure of human responsibility

For if you are not responsible for yourself

Who might we be able to ask you to care for

The port is a busy port

The berths are very wide, very long

Room for all of those who eat all you can for $5

Such is the intrusion of tourists

Though at the island’s extremities

Silent contemplation is actively made available

Yet, for myself

Speaking in line with one who does

I would make daily meditation mandatory

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Adapt, Adopt

Bikini - York Y Queso

Naranja o pomelo

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Sunglasses by Vans

Plan B Café Formentera

Remember who you were

Salt sea water - warm

Thrusts into fossil rock

Remember who you are

Ses Elletes Levant Beach

Remember who you were

Fresh fried anchovy 

Tuna, tomato, onions

Remember who you are

Estrella Port pavor

Yes, indeed, a large one

Remember who you were

Restaurante es Ministre

Playa de Iletas - Formentera

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Then, Now, Then

Remember who you were

Remember who you are

Another olive falls to the floor

A few more leaves

Are blown across the tiles

Two small trees, of an unknown variety 

Sit in their pots

Remember who you were

Remember who you are

All of those places

Which you came from

All of those times

Where you arrive from

Remember who you are

Remember who you were

Another olive falls to the floor

A few more leaves

Are blown over the tiles

Two small trees, of an unknown variety

Sit in their pots

Remember who you are

Remember who you were

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Threshold

How quiet does one have to be

To reach that silent space

Or that place of boundless ego

Yet also to have been here

In the there, in the then

To sit in the spa yard

To follow the leaf with the eye

Thread thoughts

Of nothing going nowhere

Beside the still so so settled pool

Almost found, almost at one

How far does one have to go

To reach that place beyond

Or that place before

Yet also to be there

In the here, in the now

To walk on the peat moor

To squelch in the bog

Wipe the fast-falling snowflakes

From the worried brow

Watch the gushing stream

Almost lost, almost home

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Constructs

How might I

Rebuild this courtyard

In my own home

How may I

Recreate a sense of calm

In my own home

How might we

Build onto our home

To say, be here

How may we

Give space, give life

To our imaginations

How might you

Come, or go

Just as you please

How may you

Effect, affect

Such concrete solutions

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