Week 1.7

Ego

mind wandering 

restlessness takes over

learning to incorporate it

slowly. 

As if it matters, all this self importance, self cherishing. Inability to sit still and get a sense of proportion, a sense of perspective. 

Things are supposed to get hazy in the distance and become blue, for me it’s bright clarity up to the horizon in vivid 3D colours. 

Tiny sparrow 
sitting in
early morning sun 
yawns and chirrups
fluff feathered alertness 
finally flies off 
for no apparent reason. 

Wonderful performance 
exquisite timing
everything is just as it should be. 

Amen. 

Alignment

here and now
things
line up

not then
not when
only now

now is gone
gone is as meaningless
as when

the problem
will last
as long as you want it to

reality
ultimate reality
both mirages

the only view
the right view
unseen

simpler truths
revealed in
infinite complexity

give it up
she calls
give it up

why not
why not just
do it

what exactly
does risky
mean

the day breaks
my heart too
for all the unborn

discover newness
invent the day
your way


you will anyway

Antenna up

new day
new song
pah-dah-dah-dum
pah-dah-dah-day
I wish I knew the words to say
I'll say them anyway

tidy up let it go
all the same it ends that way
the more I try the less I know
so I'll stop trying to let go

just relax and see them smile
watch the old ones rock and roll
singing in the happy land
gently drifting with the band

microscopic tendencies
wash around the bathroom floor
reminding me that time stands still
only for the windowsill

saints and sinners daily weep
upon the silent harboured street
away from all discordant sound
the truth lies buried underground

farmers in their daily chore
find solace in the apple's core
bearing up when times are hard
rejoicing in the old farmyard

and now it seems my yarn is done
a timely tune for everyone
who needs another doggerel verse
when times it seems could get no worse

so

farewell from this emerging verse
which shaped itself from some small curse
welcome all the sunny day
walk on upon you merry way.

Summer's Tentative Step

Winter, it seems, has one last frosty bite
before giving way to the warmth of summer
like St. Luke in the autumn
reminding, when chill winds seem all too early come
all too soon.

The year's round turns slowly this time
and yet in life measured moments
give time for reflection on holy things
collected in the mind's jar
as the end draws near.

Uncertainty becomes a distant friend now
settling for moments culled from memory
shaped into new vessels from which
clamouring voices seek expression
on the landscape of the soul.

Oh, generous fault carry me on
though storm tossed and confused
wonder in the tiny eye
brightens the bleak and foreboding future
hones it into mindful splendour.

Thankfulness is due to the old ones
the crumbling stone of their memory
time worn erosion cannot mask wisdom
held deep within transmitted now
with generous enthusiasm.

"Come home, come home" they cry
cease the relentless searching
relax into the moment and understand
finally the nature of it all
in the rising and falling of the breath.

That's all for now
the world again takes over
cows have to be milked
provisions gathered while they can
looking back over my shoulder

The winter recedes
summer comes
like a welcome
lover
smiling.