Crossed Continents

I was in Stockholm

But not on New Year’s Eve

I did see men fishing

Outside Parliament House

Also I browsed the market stalls

Of the archipelago craft traders

I have settled myself

With these few words

The turbulent times, they are in the past

Except that is in the memory

I did you see have the emptiness moment

On the steps of that Scandinavian berthed yacht

Only to find that in actual fact I was here

At home, on our Harris Tweed settee

Allowing my mind to roam, to wander

Not even thinking

That it might wobble

To return to where I thought I had already left

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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