Artist - Use Your Tools

On the cusp

Or the saddle

Where certainty

And uncertainty prevail

The small diamond

As head

The large diamond

As body

The narrow diamond

As hips

Thighs, knees

And feet

The whole thing

Then to be you

Sparkling, shiny

And beyond betrayal

   

Psychology - A Personal Thing Part II

And, as these stranger’s voices

Turn into fleeting whispers

Exchanging fears and experiences

This is the way support is shared

Also, advice is offered

For the daughter to get as far away as she can

From that boyfriend, who they have decided

Is a controlling, loathsome, individual

I know that she will be alright

Deep down I know that

But its been good to talk with you

What about your girl

 

Psychology - A Personal Thing

The blue, black, and silver sky

A place for all offerings

All of light is beneath here

Except that illumination above

So there we have it

Out of my dark meditation room

Into the rest of the morning

Where words wait to be joined together

Meanwhile, here in the café

Mother’s talk of daughter’s depression

So right here, as well as in Tokyo

The black dog is present

 

What We Forget - As We Remember

Where are your parents today

How old are you

Do you ask yourself these questions

As you place your offering at the altar

What have you learnt

From the teacher’s profound teachings

I saw you thoughtful

I saw you joyful

I saw you, and now I don’t

If I reach out

For someone other

Or some thing other

Am I

By necessity

Leaving the past behind

  

Let It Be Said - Hear This From No Other

I have not found the straightjacket of form

I have been unable to adorn the monks gowns

My mind and body are free-formed from strata

And yes there are regrets, would I not

Wish to wear the emperor’s new clothes

For I am nothing, and I will be nothing

And in between the water will only ripple slightly

All of these places which you engagingly talk of

They are not my places

I have no allegory or metaphor at hand

For you to hang your hat or your story on

I am a been there and done that sort of guy

What I write is what is real, and, for the sake

Of understanding I will leave it at that

Except of course for love, or companionship

For I have known these doubtful imposters

And worked out how to treat them the same

Although it is a secret, of secrets purpose

That is to say you must work it out

For no clues are to be found on this page

And the pencil marks will only serve to mislead