Blurry

Who

…..
…..
…..
BLURRY

It seems “Who am I?”‘s
Quite a singular question
And then again not

Meddling

MEDDLING

Stop all this meddling.
Do what’s needful; beyond that
you only interfere.

At The Back Of Beyond

AT THE BACK OF BEYOND

Have you been there and
back? – That’s hard enough but then …
To fit in again? …

Will-o’-the-wisp

WILL-O’-THE-WISP

She works as a weathercaster
Drawing my attention away
Into some conjectured future
Conjuring up expectations
Tinkering with my emotions
Desire and disappointment
Elation, hope and fear

Stoking my imagination
Into creating or revising
My plans and proposals
I’m no longer in the room
I’ve left my body, marooned
Blind … I’m off remote viewing
Living an imaginary scenario

Any hint of current awareness
Has gone for a burton now
Sight, with the other senses
Has gone off line, no signal
A fake weather screensaver
Blocks out any true live contact
With the weather outside my window

Herald Of The Dawn

HERALD OF THE DAWN

Painting in pastels
Brilliant skies and waters
Secrets brought to light

Diversity

DIVERSITY

Married they are
Loving one another
Into intricate infinity
Yet borrowing and lending
This odd money stuff
Back and forth
Meticulous to the penny

Observers shake their heads
In frank disbelief and wonder
But that’s the way they like it
And besides – and beside the point
These vainglorious observers
Are, when all’s said and done
Adding one and one to make nine

Thought

THOUGHT

Where do they come from?
And where do they go?
And what is their purpose?
And shall we ever know?

Making time for nature

Reblogged from Mindfulbalance Blog:

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Those who love their own noise are impatient of everything else. They constantly defile the silence of the forests and the mountains and the sea. They bore through silent nature in every direction with their machines, for fear that the calm world might accuse them of their own emptiness. The urgency of their swift movement seems to ignore the tranquility of nature by pretending to have a purpose.

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Consumption

CONSUMPTION

Ah yes, consumption
Once a serious illness
Now we don’t notice

Option

OPTION

Sometimes
I feel
as though

we should
drink together
till they disappear

(and you know the barriers
I’m referring to
here)

dissolve into the mist
of whateverness,
leaving us

to wake up
next day,
wondering:

“What happens now?”
And BTW
What are you doing Friday?

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