stumbling in the truth of wine
I see this ocean and these islands
oceans of space
vast around the eyelet
people
isolates
cold currents separate
these illusory beings.
we are illusion
not concrete
these concretions of stumbling startling feelings.
flux
catch me a concept
show me it is more than a tune
an air
and yet and yet
perhaps we’re all there is
this cinema
this light upon a screen
there’s no more than [...]
Category Archive for 'moans'
my friend’s dear friend
now we meet a year later
and we’ve a few words
an embrace to greet
an embrace to part
nothing comes to mind to bind
and here am I alone again
on our wide earth
with only a fond memory
of my friend’s dear friend
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and all I could do was scream
they went off into the bush
chasing some critter
cornering something in the fen
barking
and all I could do was scream
at the top of my lungs
as time and time went running
karma biting
and all I could do
was holler screeching
and of course they’d never come
away from a fresh scent
to a call
[...]
concepts: poem
Posted in Drama, Monarch Park, cosmology, election, herbs for dogs, mantra, moans, pictures, race, tai chi walk, theatre, this blog, truisms, water fuel on Jul 14th, 2009
Concepts
energy
a word as worn as love
and we’re really talking spirit here
or pattern
and not the four forces of physics
for the most part
spirit ‘s a good’un
at least its a word
that doesn’t pretend
to mean anything in particular
essentially a mystery
Sister Catherine said
spirit and energy
pattern and taste
presence
presence
now there ‘s a word
hard to describe
unless you [...]
Meditating on Life’s Door
Posted in Drama, Phil's hands, String Theory, cosmology, moans, what I do on Jun 23rd, 2009
I’ve just posted a page about meditating on mingmen, Life Gate or Life’s Door, the diaphragm’s cross.
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middle of the night poem
I don’t know how much longer is left
we’ll probably go together
remnants slipping into oblivion
walking down the meadow path
I stumbled on oh I forget
is a lea a meadow?
down by the pond
there are flowers left in remembrance
an honouring
they’ve been there a week
they’re tattering
and these words
they have no impact
they have no interest
they are [...]