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Tuesday, 1 February 2022

Look Out

Where might I find you
Where have I not sought you out before
How might I remind you
Where you could look to find my door

These are the days, there are many of them
Where I may go out in search of you
These are the days, there are many among them
Where I may wonder what happened to you

I do not go to that place so so often
Where I find the here, and the now
I do not go to that space so so often
As when I found the here, among the now

Thoughts of footprints walk around me
From the beaches to the stars of the plough
Thoughts of footprints now astound me
As from the beaches I tow the stars of the plough

Where then might I find you
Where I have not sought you out before
How then might I remind you
Where you may enter through my open door


 

Monday, 31 January 2022

Androgynous

There is no doubt to find
One is one is one
However you look
At the philosophy of mathematics

There is light
There is dark
One is with the sun
One is with the moon

There is no love to lose
Two is two is two
However you seek out
The poetry of the past

There is time
There is space
One is for the leaving
One is for the joining

There is no worry to worry about
You are you, you are you, you are you
However I or I or I
Appear to imagine


 

Sunday, 30 January 2022

At One

At ease
With the lilac scented flowers
At ease
With Van Morrison’s Scandinavia on the stereo

Settled
After fig slice with coffee
Settled
With presents beneath the tree

Thankful
For the loving-kindness meditation
Thankful
For the family connections

Aware
Of the Christmas tree lights
Aware
That it may be cold outside


 

Saturday, 29 January 2022

Still Passions

I have an ability to be lazy
No, no it’s true
My mind is happy when it’s hazy
Or when I see the sea so so blue

I have it in me to be dull
Yes, yes it’s true
My day filled by not being full
Or when I see the bills are due

I have the juices to be a lover
Believe me, the quick-release is true
My body turns on when with another
Or when the silk sheets are left askew

I have the time to bathe in solitude
Have faith, this is so so true
My footsteps slowed on the beach in Bude
Or stopped altogether, in the meditator’s hue


 

Friday, 28 January 2022

Vision

I wasn’t there
But I heard the story
Of the mountain plateau
Covered in mist

Then of the clearing
To show the valley below
Tree trunks surrounded
By ever more of the white stuff

Yet before the photograph
Could be taken
Or words placed on paper
The denser fog fell

Engulfed him; uncertain of the way
Yet with sufficient nouse
To commit the moment to memory
For reminiscing with friends over dinner