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Letting Go (The Process Of)
LETTING GO (THE PROCESS OF)
This painful churning
(You know of course more than well)
- Unavoidable
The Break-up
THE BREAK-UP
That’s how it is
That’s what it is
That’s all she wrote
“Rien ne va plus”
I gambled … I lost
Playing With Words
PLAYING WITH WORDS
You can’t stand while sitting
Nor sit while you’re standing
But you can lie if you choose
whether with or without lying
In fact lying is so versatile
You can lie while standing
Sitting or walking as well
And sitting too is a little bit flexible
For even though you can’t stand sitting
you can still enjoy sitting at will
So if you’re ever accused of lying
You can change your position
Saying “I wasn’t REALLY lying …”
I think it’s called playing with words
Déjà Vue
DÉJÀ VUE
As time slowed
And I entered the instant
I became the music
The silence between two notes
Untongued in the darkness
I left my body
And in the white heat
My reason burned away …
One night not long ago
While you were taking a bath
Without departing I left your room
And returned while you were away
Who can tell the causes
For the things they do?
No one – but they still can guess
Their reason is most often their pain …
And on return
As rhythms reformed around me
I saw in your newly washed hair
That you were someone else
Though without emotion
For on the road back
I could not find my memories
And had no means to compare you …
Empty Sky
EMPTY SKY
As the dragonflies dart
As the river flows
Within the heart
A flower grows
Rise and fall
Rise and fall
We love
Because we must
And still we ask the empty sky
Why oh why?
And still we ask the empty sky
Why oh why?
As the clouds depart
The moon appears
Within the heart
A veil of tears
Rise and fall
Rise and fall
We part
Because we must
And still we ask the empty sky
Why oh why?
And still we ask the empty sky
Why oh why?
Who Am I? What Is This Place? Who Are All These Others?
WHO AM I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHO ARE ALL THESE OTHERS?
Travel your own journey.
Travel toward your own destination.
That is the essential.
It always was.
You were born alone.
You will die alone.
All this you already know.
I am telling you nothing new.
Companions,
with or without sex or commitment or marriage,
is at bottom a side issue.
Don’t fall into simply using others,
and certainly don’t fall into letting them use you.
Always remain true to your ultimate journey and its goal.
Measure all relationships against this:
Are they helpful (EXCELLENT);
entertainment (OK, IF YOU DON’T LET IT TAKE OVER);
or obstacles (DANGER! AVOID).
Travel well.
For Martin
FOR MARTIN
Deep in your room,
out beyond birth and death,
and all around you
a reassuring chaos.
Oh you always remind me
I am easy to forget.
Through This Palace
THROUGH THIS PALACE
…………………………………………………………………….“Elle a passé, la jeune fille” – Gerard de Nerval
Bleak streets of paranoia
Proud new days of dawn
Cold observation through stomach pain and fatigue
Almost a day for the fist
Almost angry for the first time in weeks
Struggling hard against the stream
Tired of taking all the complications calmly
Echo – ache of empty empires – Cinderella On Ice
God – behind the smiling faces and the fearsome masks
Will your wild hair fly away?
Tamla bass playing ecstasies
Bring back old days of Bob
The French take no care of the ill
Just turn them into grotesques
(But you do not wish to know this)
Tragedy blasted mystery of scattered frontiers
Black streaks of shattered fountains
Shaken eyes – armour – benches – silent beaches – branches
Sober street lights yellow-white
Keys of stone and broken arrows of old Indian defeats
(You remember the Indians)
“I’m sure I had something else when I came”
Blank streets of promise
Sombre days of dawn
