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when I have more time…’yeah yeah…oh you ‘busy’ ones –I’m on to you…tell me that it’s not becauseyou’re ‘busily’ maintaininga self-important picture of yourself–(a picture based on fear?):tell me that it’s not becauseit’s your deceitful way to ‘prioritise’what you want to give yourself to,and that which you don’t…‘Occupied’; ‘constantly active’ –that sounds a little better,a…
Yes, there is a stage
a script to engage;an experienced director..Yes, indeed, I’ll pray for youto the One they say best deemsthose matters which may bless our soulhowever strange they seem;Oh yes, I will pray for you,as much as human can;but, add this wish from me for you,which is more personal:In course of time – who knows how long? –may…
Yes, how were they to know,
those high hills of sandwhere once the forests grew,now a rhythm of burnt sunned, cool shadowed, mock horizons,– they, searching for the camel which had strayed –and finding there, a man sitting still, cross-leggedin the sand upon a small stripof faded coloured carpet,palm of hand crossed in palm of hand,and in the palm of his…
This is the meadow.
down to the West and Northfrom the primroses in the southern hedgedown through the violets, sometimes white,in the western hedge tipping downto the rabbit warren anddown to the wild garlicin perpetual shadow in the northern ditchshouting among the nettlesthis is where, each morning in May,the world is made anew;there are more wild flowers in this…
Noon here in hot summer in this quarter-sphere of stepped stone;
the light so strong that it seems to have bleached away all thought;time is taking a siesta.come sit with me here in this almost deserted amphitheatrewhich has stood for more than two thousand years,only the bees are quietly moving,searching the flowers which grow between these huge blocks of stonewhich someone quarried, someone brought here,someone acted…
I’ve never owned a teddy bear (aw…)
of the time, maybe that’s what it wasbut I’m not pleading deprivation ormental abuse; into my lifecame Rex the lion cubwe loved each other from the momentI set eyes on him. We were aboutthe same age, that was taken for granted,since he was my best friend andof course, since I can’t comparelion cubs with teddy…