Passing on

When there’s no answer on Google or
Too many and too frightening and
No knowledge in your body to tell your
Bones how to do what they should

How to pull your feet up and put them
There, on the next step, without thinking
Under the rest of your spine with all its
Grand thoughts of time and catching

A sunset via a riverside path or a quick
Nip across the bridge before the rain Spills over and the supper time hunger Takes hold and what? What were you

Saying? Stretching your mind through
Each tingling finger, gingerly curled bent
To keep the shaking at arms length
Hiding from yourself the quiver that

Delivers curdled messages up the Tracks  into racks of pain dangling wee Teeth in front of a brain squeezed back into a
Blank corner, nothing on the wall now

That the..Now that the…Now that the
Heart is closing up shop and has Packed up all the memories but has left The hooks, thoughtful for the next guest.

A stroll in the park

Oh there is a peace that
Blows out my core and
Shakes every pip in its
Case

Oh there is a place in my
Bark that creaks when I
Stretch out my feet on
Air

A pace made of peace is
My breath as it breaks
Space between each step’s
Brace

You forget the tongue

I always think the first epiphany
Is the last. Have you ever

Touched your palate, pretending you are it?

Imagine tongue as finger,
Explore the mouth and
Surprise delight to sit at
Heaven.

Different keys for different flavours,
Life is a difference between mushroom and banana. Use its

Loudest instrument, to communicate Consciousness to
Your roof, as if you were
Your own saviour, blessed by your own kiss

Throughout Nature

The water is all around us and can
Lift us. We will never sink if we
Drown doubt with open – eyed gratitude

The maker is continuous and so
Should we, a product, be, for
We form all in our own image

Continuity in Hope, and it repeats
Us so everything will come
Up at sum point, mathematically.

Hope never ceases, like Time, it is,
Bright, you will not find a black
Hole that’s not shot with hope – spots,
Throughout.

Instant change

Today I got double vision
And then it disappeared after
I gave away all my coins

Today I had a headache and crowding
Teeth and they eased after
I gave away all my coins

Today, I bought three hot chocs
From three different vendors –
Ate an apple with each.

I avoided potatoes and tomatoes and Tried to delete some habitual thoughts and guilt

Today was not the best day nor the worst day but it could have been better but then I forget

The double vision that came and went,
The headache and teeth,

If these had stayed, who could I be?
No capacity to look out and look in, in Comfort

Thanks to ‘Give your spare change to a good cause’ for the great deal.

Today was as all days, the best day, the Only way on, wherein everything that ever was or is, will be.

Batman is a yogi

Distance, size, obscurity and time mean nothing
To his wings

But we are caged in
Distance, size, obscurity and time and they
Mean our world

Away from us and
Make us feel that sight is real, deaf to
The flicker

Inside each neuron that expands
Mathematics to a darkness only bats believe.

Paradise to and fro

You think you’ve taken a step on
And it’s real, it feels right and yet
Cannot be tested against experience
It’s too new, not comparable.  

And so you surmise there’s no going back
Or round again, from this there is no return To the land of mist and fog and repeating seasons
This is a bit of the new world where the
Heat is always on and the people are always hot,
Like Tahiti.

And you think Yes, I’ve done it, I’ve let go of it all,
The past, the chains, the blame, the hates, the likes and
Lives and loves and that bloody whirr of helicopters taking
Sleep to A and E.  

Then, from this, this paradise, this wonderland where
Everything in your body and soul works like the most pitch-perfect
Beachboy song, you find that every now and then the
Coconuts sound like the old doubts and your vision blurs
Like Eve’s and everything you eat hooks your soul like bait.  

And so you swim and strive and spit and row out as far as you
Can while you spit and sweat and burn and raw your hide and
Hide your anger from the beauty and the sky everywhere  smiling back at you.

Seaside Sutra

I will practice breathing every morning Without force.

Breath, join me to everything within
And without.

Roll my truth in and out until I hear it clearly Like the waves.

The possibility of rain

My first sound of 2014
Was loud: water,

Soaking 2013’s tight
Twines of hope into

Something that is
Floating, now.

A sigh of relief

Today I was told
That, according to new data,
The radiotherapy I had
May actually shorten
My life even more.  

There’s no turning back
There’s no switching off     
What was on
But there is always
Something science has
Yet to put her finger on.  

Cancer sidestepped the norm
Just by being born
And carries on in that vein
Plotting new ways to counteract
Natural or man-made attack.  

Let’s focus the energy, now,
Make our own gamma
Knives out of sheer love,

And when we have hacked the Radio cunning and counterproductive Reproduction with our own sweet lines,  

The bitterness of everything
Will ebb away and the
Body will breathe out