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
Saturday, 4 September 2021
Deep Relaxation
Friday, 3 September 2021
Nine Words Playing - C
Thursday, 2 September 2021
Nine Words Playing - B
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.