In Search of Depth :: Simple Form

I have tried meditation, although I would not claim to be proficient. I started in a small space, upstairs in a one bedroom, rented cottage, early in the morning, before work.

Do you know that’s not quite true

I now remember something about The Natural Law Party, and the benefits of Transcendental Meditation. I do believe I signed up.

I certainly bought Holosync CD’s from Centrepointe Research USA, and joined evenings led by Buddhists.

Since that time I have bought many books about Mindfulness; or the Zen of quiet journeys.

My favourite teacher presently is Jon Kabat-Zinn; I have found his approach to be both elegant and straight forwards, he is welcome and inspiring; yet I continue to relapse, same as it ever was.

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Water, Stone, Grass And Sky :: Abstract Form

Being there, looking even

Although mostly, not paying attention

Yet wanting to be immersed

As if one could be, of something

Half within, the rest without

A group of moments

Carriages on the railway

As if one could be, entirely

Never then the objection

In seeking universal acceptance

In this, so approachable, likeable

As if one could be, found by

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Water, Stone, Grass And Sky :: Simple Form

As a younger man I did not go to Oxford, or Cambridge; perhaps someone expected that I would have, or could have, but it was not me; also I think. Most unlikely was it my parents either.

For I was innocently and overwhelmingly happy at Birdsedge County Primary School yet I was incredibly sad, disturbed even, or worse still perhaps at Penistone Grammar School.

Why do I mention Oxford? Well you see I am reading a book Sea Room - An Island Life

I am impressed by the writing; it is of the sort I think I might have learnt, had I gone to Oxford.

I did though go, with my last lover, to the Outer Hebrides, in September 2011. I felt great empathy with the writer Adam Nicholson who was given the Shiant Islands.

Although he was gifted them by his father - an Oxford Man.

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Airport :: Abstract Form

Silk or aluminium, the

Minimum thrust; lust

Across silver skies

Trust those who do, just

As to leave the rest

At home, all alone

With their doubts

And limited destinations

The station points

Changed, I rearranged

The circumstances; took

Chances galore

More I shouted; always

To up the ante, whilst not

Ever, fully knowing the score

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Airport :: Simple Form

I never did become a pilot although I did flirt with the idea of buying a hot air balloon, then, a few years later, my lover of the time gave to me the birthday present of a flying lesson.

So I did take hold of the stick, if that’s the phrase, above the Channel Island of Jersey.

It was a calm day; ten minutes into the flight the instructor handed over the controls and advised me on manoeuvres.

We took in the sights; I was excited, elated, joyful as we circled in the skies above St. Helier, then onto St. Aubin; growing with confidence I responded positively to all I was asked to try, though still with some trepidation.

That was before he said:

'Do you want to land the aeroplane?’

We descended slowly, steadily to begin with, although the ground fair rushed beneath us towards the end; either way we did it, and I felt awfully good about all three of us.

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