Solid State Control

Anyway, in the comparisons

Comparing silence to sound

Darkness to light

Emptiness to…

Well, what is emptiness anyway

Just what was on the page

Before emptiness came along

In the afternoon light

The bare branches

Become silver

That is, the colour which tricks

Is not from within

But comes from our perception

We make brown, and silver, from the one source

Surrounded, by more

Than what I see in front of me

The sounds arrive from all directions

Other than I write of what I know

Or have otherwise have found access to

How else might I talk of love

Of an enduring love, way beyond logic

 

Approach

Who knows the distance

Yes, I know google might give a number

But with that you miss my point

Oh, then what is your point

How far apart, when apart

Yes, I know that some call it a void

And with that you are closer

Oh, then should I try again

Well is there any point

Yes, I know I have been told not to

But with that I am distraught

Oh, what is it that vexes

Who knows the answers

Yes, I know there are psychoanalysts

But with that, who should I approach

Oh, I know that you will know

How then to move with the flow

Yes, I too have read the book

And have put the practice into practice

Oh, one step at a time

Well then let's take the first step

Yes, that sounds like progress

But don’t be sure that I am certain

Oh, I expect you will be fine

 

With The Birth Of A Memory

Or the coming along of a thought

We might contemplate eternity

For the memories, and the thoughts

Will never ever shrivel or die

Touch the thought of a star

Climb over the mountain top

To look down into the endless

Valley of your memories

Let the shoreline waters bathe

Your toes in your thoughts

Paddle out into their names

Revitalise your memories

Walk in the meadow, wearing

Your Friday afternoon fragrance

Which fills your thoughts

With essences of your memories

Lay down beside the river

Or on the frosted grass

Bring to life hedonists thoughts

With a boatload of memories

Listen to the music of your life

With thoughts of how and why

Which masquerade as memories

Of approximately when and where

 

Rainbow, Wish

Grey is the colour

Of the first bare branches

Knotted, knurled, awkwardly distorted

Yet borne entirely of nature

Silver is the colour

Of the lining to the clouds

In the blue and windy sky

Which waves in the new day

Red is the colour

Of the bricks which built

Mine and my neighbours

House of love

Pink is the colour

Of my complexion

After returning, invigorated

By my morning bath

Blackish-brown is the colour

Of the tall four-trunk tree

Which wobbles slowly

Unsteadily, in the rising breeze

Empty is the colour

Of the stillness of the day

Yesterday’s wind and rain

Have moved on, elsewhere

 

Step Out, It Is The Future

The brightest of days

After the turning back

Of our abstract timepieces

The extra hour is not wasted

I have the time

To take time more slowly

I imagine the abbey

Inside and out

With beauty in both places

I turn towards the café

Thinking, pausing, thinking

About breakfast

Also, while I am there

I will connect to the internet

Say hello to my friends, and acquaintances

Following the sunlight’s

Strong reflections

I say good morning to the sangha