an eternal situation
she asks the question
do you want to stay
to which he answers
do you want me to
in those moments
a lasting connection is made
the bond of which is love
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
an eternal situation
she asks the question
do you want to stay
to which he answers
do you want me to
in those moments
a lasting connection is made
the bond of which is love
our third setting
this time using imagination
it is a village fair
down the hill around the green
there are no dodgems
for this is a community affair
with coconut shies and ducking stools
families gather
with and without introspection
some together and some set apart
i do have a photograph
to continue the story
a mother leaning on a wall
watching her son playing
how we are fascinated
by the distance
between those seen
and those not seen
i do not have a photograph
to begin this journey
instead the sounds
of a lively flowing river
possibly in spate
sets us on our way
it is springtime or early summer
on a saturday much as this
without thoughts
without words
how do i make
my protestations
but it’s what you wanted isn’t it
on this
thoughtless
friday morning
yet to travel
to dhamma dipa
in the presence of beauty
is itself a blessing