Today was better,
These rules came to me,
In a different order, longer
Originally, but I carved
Them down, to be
Universal, like Moses,
On the Met line to Watford,
Clear now, about how
Miracles occur.
mindfulness
Hunger Cycle
I can buy so I eat, whenever
I like, whatever I buy
And it becomes all food, it’s
My day up and my day down
The stomach has my throat
Against the wall, wherever I
Go, the cave, the hunger,
Grips up the time and so
I buy something else to eat
So that I can buy more something
Else to eat.
Birthing
Create multiple lines. Blood lines, tear lines, love lines. Multiple directions that multiply upon the world more blood, tears and love.
As a child grows, lines unfurl in borrowed darkness until they reach their own light which grows and grows until the time of their own
darkness, when new lines multiply over theirs and then grow away, as they did, towards light, towards darkness.
Sidelines
We are loping in the margins, waiting For time to become ours again.
The margins get smaller as Larger type fills the page.
Claustrophobia
What do we do when there
Is no space to breathe?
When our lungs can’t hold
The water in our eyes
And it comes rushing
Out amongst these
Crocodiles that bite
Us. There’s no such thing
As love, our limbs think,
As our blood cracks back,
Retreats into our heart,
For home, but the door
Is locked and the ventricles
Glare back, blank
Windows harbouring the
Eternity of Death
That lurks behind
Every breath. Ready
To pounce out like
a cat released to go
Hunting in the bird-
Filled night that
Quacks around us in
A cacophony of quarks
We can’t decipher as
Our hands go numb
With stress and our
Hips contract around
Our basal strength
As it pours out
Uncontrollably and
Meanwhile where is
The chair? We haven’t
Sat down for so long
We can’t remember
What rest means.
Be still, remember
It is always there
However far away
It seems, if we
Just stop to reclaim
The space around each breath.
Oceanopia
Much dark and thick possibility so much sound
Shooting up like a rock from the seas with myriad
Layers, layering upon layer in dry notes that jag
Shapes in the clay furrows already layered above
The waves ready for you, your sound summoned
Up from the deep so deep and dark so dark and
Deep deep breathless deep silent blackness blued
Out with dark deep darkness calling you back
And pulling you up without tension is
A perfect curving swoop of free joy and peace
Without cessation floating fast motion rolling crisply
With sudden air bursting nobly, regal flare, to say
Blow rushed Hey to the Sun and the stars and
Their rays and the Moon and the waves and
The bright bright tight spaces dancing, tickling
Upper world before swinging back round to the
Beginning of everything and into everything
That holds food and fish and blue and
Dark and deep and low and teeming back
Black and back up above, to breathe
Like a wave a breath like the first. The first.
Love Again
Love is when nothing distinguishes
It is life in its singlest form.
It was the first and is the last
Also, time after time.
Love has no rhythm, it is too
Abundant to rise and fall
There can be no more nor
Less. The amount is fixed in pi.
Love has no soul, it cannot
See, it is as shapeless as
Dusk, and, as dust, finds every
Corner, and always returns.
Savasana
Let the rude earth warm me
Let me peace shake,
Let my time here spend
Centimeters above.
I can hear pulses,
Below jaw, above voice,
Behind knees to feet that speak
To the ground, for fear
of troubling the hands with the full weight of the sky.
Quantum Faith
As sure as fire is hot,
Moons move. The thing I am now will
Swap places with another
All is equal at the sun atomic level.
No questioning reality,
Expect it of anything
Time is constant, possibly.
Some stars have made it to our eyes in
An everlasting instant
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
Being Every Day 