on the finnish lakeside
or the north sea coast
in the summer sunshine
friends and family toast
where sand sifts through fingers
as cool water soothes the brows
it is the presence of awareness
which continuously and joyfully allows
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
on the finnish lakeside
or the north sea coast
in the summer sunshine
friends and family toast
where sand sifts through fingers
as cool water soothes the brows
it is the presence of awareness
which continuously and joyfully allows
through recognition
and familiarity
i as i you as you we as we
welcome the world
to our curious meeting
where the ice-cream lollipops
are served to us at a price
by clients and friends alike
on the cusp
of waking
having been
at the cricket
on the verge
of dreaming
having been
almost sleeping
on the step
of daily rising
having been
elsewhere with you
at the time
half-awake
half-asleep
then falling
the whole way
into slumber
thanks to the warmth
and the darkness
branch by branch
trimmed
such that the beauty
of the lime tree
can be seen
from the meditation seat
more will be revealed
as further cut-backs occur
a new landscape
will be formed
by the labours of love
fresh vistas
with joyous celebrations
of wild flowers
beside open water
altogether caught
by the veritably
warm and welcoming
soft rays of sunlight