who may think of it?
who may speak of it?
who may not think of it?
who may not speak of it?
where is it?
where is it not?
when is it?
when is it not?
what is it?
what is it not?
who is it?
who is it not?
when other is one
and there is here
and that is this
and then is now
and poets are silent
and silence holds their poetry
and mind and heart
are in love with rest
there in the stillness,
unknown, formless,
eternal,
always present,
here and now
as if it didn’t know.The day you went,the blackbird sangas if no-one had asked it to be silent.The day you wentthe bees foragedas if it were a day like any other.
whose new and ever-fresh harmonious soundputs spark in eye and ear, and feet on ground;then, slower movement, drawing us to still peace,takes mind within to where all movements cease;murmuring all that inner nature knows,restoring to our self its true repose.Then! final movement, dancing out new joyin life within to outward present joined,send us out Creation’s…
by one poetin, uh, an hour plus,which is a stupid thing to donormallyto any poetand insultingif you think that wayat least when you do thisyou get an aftertasteof a sort – you gettired beyond boredom, orthe guy has only three things to sayagain and again orhe’s posing as a poet orsubtly unloading his negativityor his…
Does it limit your social life?Wouldn’t you like to draw all the chicks,have them eying you between the cheeksin trains, wink at you in the street,make a beeline for you at parties,increase your confidence in the office,be known as a ‘big fat swinging smile’?Wouldn’t your partner – though she doesn’tmention it, kinda unsore point –love…
but I’m starting to think thateveryone’s pretty much a mess.We go through break-upsin order to give ustime to breathe andrecover enough to deal withanother person’s bucket of shit.”*[unashamedly stolen from a blog..]
I’m eating sunflower seed breadand suppose that no-one had told methat just like those cutesy baby tapewormssunflower seeds made themselves at homeand grew like men having babiesuntil one day, someone would say good morningand you’d open your mouth and just likeone of those happy film cartoonsout would pop a big yellow sun flower asan answerworse…
