Mantra

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

From you

From I

From everyone together

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Imbue

It seems to me, fairly clearly

That an artist talking about their work

Is far more interesting

Than having a scholar tell another’s story

Being told that the painter

Is bleak and melancholic

Is nothing like as immersive

As the painter revealing the pathway to his own soul

It isn’t so much the inspiration

But rather the inner mind

Which strengthens the exposure

This I must remember

Also that hope should always be apparent

That the smiles of love ought to permeate

Into the very fabric

Of the film, the photograph, and the word 

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Unknown Territories

Entertained

By a squirrel

On the house roof

I watch from the old stables

Waiting

For the speed awareness course to begin

He, or she

Tries several escape routes

All to no avail

I think of this speeding occurrence

Also the previous one

Several years ago

That time I was heading for the seaside

This time I was returning home from Hockney's place

Both times I was well out of my manor

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Ground

The thin strip of bright light

Offers an entrance

To transcendence

The moss and lichen

On the winter branches

Suggests time longer than time itself

Daughter, mother, granddaughter

Capture the generations

With life; with old life, with new life

Beside the visual

Also the ethereal

And the ancestral

We can think of rooftops

And cafés by the quay

Eating Pastéis de Nata

Those thin strips of bright light

Equanimous, as forms

For insight and reflection 

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Alms

In need of suspension

To feel for disbelief

Parting from dissension

As the cure to find relief

Lift the lid off this attention

Learn to search upon your knees

Gift the gifts of freed ascension

Learn to sail upon the seven seas

In the midst of the passing

Called up by images and dreams

There to find by the final lashings

Nowhere is ever what it seems

In the need of right direction

To feel alive for all he pleads

Apart though from exemption

The cure is in the founding deeds

Lift the lid off this confession

Learn to fall beside the reeds

Gift the gifts of clear impression

Learn to rally by counting trees

In the midst of those harassing

Carried on by the poet’s screams

There alone in the final romancing

Nowhere is not at all what it seems

 

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