Movements

I was warm
On that early summer afternoon
I had escaped to your presence
And I was happy

I was chilled
On that early morning in midsummer
I had escaped to the riverbank and bridge
And I was happy

I was dulled
By industrial life
I had escaped to a university
And I was happy

I am happy that I was happy
In your presence
By the riverbank and bridge
In the university

I had escaped to you
I am happy you were so kind

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Love Stream

If you love someone deeply
Their spirit enters your spirit
It is as if you suddenly become
Joined as spiritual blood-brothers

Just as if you had seared your skin
And pressed your bodies to one
Just as if you had consummated
With all the pleasure of your juices

And as if your minds had entered
This infinite orbit of luminous love
These are the bonds not to be broken
The rich jewels that lighten your path

There may be outwardly diversions
Even protracted distractions and eruptions
Fear not though for always in the ether
Your spirits will mingle for you to feel the joy

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Going...

We wont see, I bet
Our fading youth again
Not even that middle aged youth
Of when first we met

We might be blessed, unable to forget
The passing of time
Maybe then take our pleasure
Repeating the rhymes

It isn't forever
Whatever they say
Don’t ever consider
You may never decline

We fight, get stressed, trying
To find our love sublime
Leaving the well kept treasures
For those following on behind

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Duple

I could have lost her love
I might have lost it quite a while ago
I have not lost, at all
The places I was taken to

I am making maps
I lose myself in the making
I am finding myself
Through those ways I was taken

Even at Findhorn Foundation
Marriages are wrecked
Lives broken and torn apart
Souls safe havens are swept away

The rain arrives slowly
The rain arrives, quietly
I won’t ever forget
Never to forget

The wind is in the roof-space
The wind whistles at the windows
We were taken out on a boat
Speeding towards Bass Rock

The walls are bare
The walls, and windows are bare
There will be paintings
There will be warm conversations

My pains are ongoing
This morning; a difficult meditation
Even Jimi Hendrix and the curves
Of the Hebrides were vague

I have found her love
I found it quite a while ago
I have not found, at all
The lost times I was taken to

I am making maps
I find myself in the making
I am losing myself
Through those ways I take with her

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Coming Round To Being

I am that rattle-bag of old bones
A dull and decrepit mind
In a worn out body

I am feeling sorry for myself
And one of us doing that
It is one too many isn't it

I have forgotten a lot of people
Yet I am unable to forget everyone
Desire it seems always defeats me

Of those I do remember:
A few were at junior school
And a few more at grammar school

The black coffee
And granola bar are taking effect
As is the young woman two seats down

I am feeling better about myself
And one of us doing that
It is a beginning isn't it

I am that saddle-bag of new tomes
A full and encrypted mind
In a born to flout body

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