On Your Way

One step after the next
Out through the big door
Across the paved forecourt
Should I go to the bookshop
Or the refectory
Or perhaps a little further
To the post office
To buy a book of stamps
And to post my lover a letter

I have the time, today
Today time is not an issue
If in truth it ever was
Other than in my receptacle mind
Even when, just as with money
I craved to be the one in control
Now though, that is nowadays
I have the luxury, without income
To let go of the chase

Not that I have financial wealth
Although I do live month to month
Or year to year
By that I mean not ‘day to day’
I can no longer travel the world
Due to fiscal and physical limitations
But I am able, and I do go, virtually
Everywhere, everywhere where, my mind
My memories, and my life might suggest

 

In Memoriamus

With intention

I take myself off

Out of my one self

Into my many selves

As I move

From one potter’s wheel

To the next port of call

I discover a new intention

At this point I pause

Wait awhile, listen out

For sustainable reverberations

Or impending voices of silence

It is as if

All of beauty awaits

Calling upon me

To make many visitations

First Steps (And All That)

I walked up the path

To the gate (five bars and all that)

Like all new tracks, or pathways new to me

It took me from a familiar place

To a more foreign escarpment

That I felt happy to settle there

Sufficient to draft a letter

Says something I do believe

About my mood, my insight for nature

Before I began the steady climb

I was prepared for a positive outcome

Hopefully my letter explored this

Although I may have been distracted

When you entered into the writing

As often happens on sunny afternoons

How not to have one's head turned

Returning, to land over sea

Before the slow, peaceful descent

Onto the island’s airstrip

Where the wheels touched down

I walked through arrivals

To the gate (full inspection and all that)

Like all new entrances, or passages new to me

It took me from a familiar place

Into the ways of a more beautiful life

 

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