
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 1 September 2021
Nine Words Playing - A

Tuesday, 31 August 2021
Obsession
Nearly always, actually always, I find a way, I discover a route to permeate the ether with my need to continue with the rise and fall of the heart, the mind, the soul; those cognitive and non-cognitive processes which allow me to make, and then celebrate a connection to what perhaps would be safer, or wiser, or _ _ _ _ left unexplained.
Yet that I discard the inner and the outer voices which beg me, which incite me, which indulge me to let go; but no, hanging on is the obsession, and just as the mountain climber (though I am no mountain climber) I hang on as if it is for my very life, which of course is exactly what it is; obsession or no.

Monday, 30 August 2021
Forgiveness
Could the word be split in two, could the forgive be separated from the ness. And what is the ness anyway other than a place where the monster resides, or does it?
But back to forgive, is it an action to take or an action to receive, and which of these two actions will make you feel better, or feel good about yourself.
And how often to forgive yourself, and in how many ways to work through forgiveness without it becoming an obsession.
An other ness like kindness, or, see how the flow stops when you try to be cute, or clever. How your mind or your brain stops you, through its restriction of access to a wider vocabulary.
