The road forks
Strands that
Forever but also
Are thin and can
Slip through hands.
Close the cracks.
mindfulness
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There is no way out, the
Present is everywhere I go;
In every state I stop or start
The only EXIT is sleep;
Unless death is a dream.
Keeping it real
We make what ifs and isn’ts
To feed our minds fresh memories
What can be made can be
Seen, what can be seen, is.
Still life cannot be stopped,
It was there before easel,
We can only sit in silence
And find peace in mimicry.
Me to you
We can’t demand
Love any more than
We can change the
Colour of our eyes
But we can give
It and so free
Ourselves from the
Burden of Self.
Lifelong
Life’s too short
For rushing
And ruing.
Let it run
Thick and slow
And rich and
Deep and velvet
Smooth over
Boulders and
Into cracks deep
To the bottom
And long down
The valley,
Silent and soft
And warmed
In the sun
And black
Through the
Night yet
Teeming
With song
Lifelong,
No rush
To rue.
A Morning, Late November
Rod of silver
Wand struck
Soft on my head
Of thoughts laced
With sweet, dripping
Nectar beads
Sweet, dripping
Nectar drop.
The Sun shines
Nourishment on
Me on the bedclothes
And my day dawns
Thick, cool, clear
And tinged with
Autumn, crusts
Of the year, left to crumble, crunch
And pile their juices into compost
Fodder for the Spring.
I rise to meet
These orange-browns,
Lights dangling,
Lights drifting, drunken
Twirling through
The gusts,
Traffic wardens flick them off.
(26th November 2009)
Outside
Take yourself out of
Yourself, just far
Enough to see
Without your glasses
Where the trouble is,
The sore and stinging
Itch, the blister,
There, beside the
Heart, where
Anger and frustration
Have rubbed freckles
Raw and no more
Skin is left to
Shield the soul.
Having stopped to
Look, having seen
The pain, the plaster
Will do to stop
Infection spilling
From the broken
Rim of wound.
Soon the blood will
Do its work and anger will subsist,
Just be sure to
Keep things clean
With love and watchful
Pride.
Being Every Day 