comes winging from eternity,
to be tasted, savoured on the tongue
and then returned
with love, humility and gratitude
and that huge thing, the human heart;
and just a modest hope
that others will accept this thought, this offering?
Do only poets know?
I hope not.
Otherwise, what’s the point?
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Sin….
Is it, would it be, a good thing to have?do I want it? or do I have it,so deep, it’s more trouble than illumination…?All that sadness, all that sense of failure,all that sense of impending doom,all that guilt in respect ofperson or persons unknown…or that always trying to please personsknown or unknown…yes, that makes sense…So,…
Although it is a cold evening,
an old man sits netting.If this were a novelby, say, Jack London,something would be about to happen:time would pass, events move on,dramas unfold; we might see this old man again,or we might not.Instead, we share a moment outside time,share our being – the old man;Elizabeth, whose grandfather was his friend;ourselves; knowing that, the more real…
Up the long flight of stairs
as if to comment on how stillnesstells of sound its silent origin.In the quiet library, the central tablebears a careful written message:‘Silence is spoken here’..and that’s truer thanat first it seems to read;round the walls, shelves of booksas silent as the monksstanding upright in their stallswitness words that seek to share;yet ultimately, wave fare well,…
The Hebrew language
that you shouldn’t sing itin the bath or shower.This compassionate concession:you’re still allowed to humany music that you fancywhile you’re soaping your, er, tum.Though some would say with Mendelssohn –that a ‘song without words’is the bathroom equivalentof a **** without ****s
Consider for a while,
garnered seeds at rightful time –deeds as seeds –surrendered to the wisdom of the earthwhich contains the wisdomof all other elements:surrendered to the faith in nature,hope of harvest;in the meantime, nought to dobut pray and praise and cultivatethat inner earth; carefor next year’s seeding field;repair the fences of discrimination; trimthe hedges, spinneys, copses,where free nature…
sometimes it gets me that way
despite the futureyeahdespite myselfdespite other peoplewowand not knowing exactlywhat that word meansis exactlywhat it meansecstatitude