Twenty Two

He walks on the skyline
He walks on the sea to sand line
He walks on the field line
He walks, he walks

He talks of the past time
He talks of the here and now time
He talks of the future time
He talks and he talks

I have little choice
In the fragility of the silence
If someone comes along
Then someone comes along

If they choose to speak loudly
Then they choose to speak loudly
Yet I myself
I can go about my day quietly

I can sit, I can meditate
Or soak in my morning bath
Or, as right now
I can pen a few lines, simply for myself

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Twenty One

I am in the main meditation room
I open the window shutters a little
To let in the morning light

Outside I hear laughter
I have heard a deal of laughter
Or should I call it nervous energy

For I see a lot of young people
Young girls in particular
From France, or maybe further away

What are they running from
Where are they running to
I say running

Because it is
What they
So so very often do

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Twenty

I am in the main meditation room
I open the window shutters a little
To let in the morning light

I wonder at the artistry
Where did the artists come from
To paint the walls, to paint the ceilings

Was there always a golden age
Is there always a golden age
Is it the age in which we live

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Nineteen

I am in the main meditation room
I open the window shutters a little
To let in the morning light

The corridor, outside the door
Is a favourite place it seems
For conversationalists to congregate

I passed them by, on my way in
I said I will not let them disturb me now
But of course, they did

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Eighteen

This is the glory of the Bow room
Bathed in sublime morning sunlight
Cascading, through Georgian windows
Reflecting, from the chrome on my pencil

Yet no sooner said than gone
Replaced by cloud-covered grey light
As if in readiness, or preparation
For the first guided meditation of the day

A body-scan meditation
With a quietly spoken teacher
Who said thanks for the beautiful morning
Who asked all to think well of themselves

I struggled a little bit
With the intake of white smoke
With the expulsion of black smoke
Though I was ok with breathing

I am ok with breathing
I breathe in
I breathe out
With eyes closed, or with eyes open

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