How to be

How to be

So confused

Not even to know

How or why to worry

To feel quite low

Even though

There is no need

For any despondency

Except that you throw

Your self to the wolves

And as we can show

That leads us all to worry 

Half the books are posted

 Half the books are posted

Half to go later in the day

Half and half is always the way

That is if I have learned anything

From hours and hours

Of reading books and watching videos

To remember the greengrocer’s van

Home-made sledges in the snow

The feelings of hurt and angst

Then the leapfrog, to today

From the junior school playground

To the lounge listening to David Gray

Left out overnight

 Left out overnight

What should I say

In recompense

For I feel

That an apology

Is in order

If only

To calm, or settle

My own persona

Before I might

Set about

The writing of the day

 

Tiffany lamps in the windows

Tiffany lamps in the windows

Linen fragrance in the diffusers

Skin and bone in the trousers

Where might my mind be going

What is to be the contemplation

Now the mood is set and the music plays

I honestly don’t have any explanation

I don’t know if I ever do have

So, one step at a time, I keep going

The search is not for direction

Although a tune or two would be good

Some sort of guidance for the writing

If instead left to struggle

Working without a working light

Working out without working

I honestly can’t say

In truth I never was told

Or so the story goes 

I take myself off

I take myself off

It is a pleasure of mine

Sometimes, when reading

A place will come to mind

And in a flash I am there

Breathing in the beauty

Not always is the place a place

Sometimes a person, with a perfume

Earlier, while reading Trying Not To Try

I flashed back to Madhyamaka

A Buddhist institution

A favourite of many visits

But tomorrow, yes

Where might tomorrow take me