Orphaned Vows

ORPHANED VOWS

A solemn promise
Neglected and unfulfilled
Becomes an insult

Cheep Talk

CHEEP TALK

Talk is cheap
Talk is common
Chitchatting away
Of this and that
Speaks of sunsets
Of suns going down
When it’s backs turning
Obeying a planetary spin
I’ll use plurals here
As each of us
Has a sun

We madmen
Madwomen we
In our hidden hearts
Live in our own dreamtimes
Encircling our own central axis
Round which this outer earth and sun
(With a moon as a loony sidekick)
From birth to death revolve

In truth the sun never sets
Nor does the earth
For that matter
Simply spins
And spins

Metamorphic metaphor
Cloaking the untaught truth
It doesn’t matter if you don’t mind
Take a break for a moment and pause
At the crux – the axis – of all of this and that
Here-I-am & now-is-now & I-am-I & this-is-it
Now where is our next breath coming from?
How do we know that? Actually we don’t
We are an incomprehensible miracle
Given the grace of time to seek
While stars and planets spin

Born Marking Time

BORN MARKING TIME

Pens stroke paper as
Fingers caress keyboards as
Writers slowly die

Kindly Guided

KINDLY GUIDED

Surrounding us roads
Eeny, meeny, miney, moe
Destination plain
You succour me in my loss
I succour you in your loss

Benefits

BENEFITS

For Brian and Terry

There can be
A special bonding
Woman to woman
Man to man

And of course
(Rubber stamped)
Man to woman
(Woman to man)

Deep and flowing
A glowing energy
With or without
The sex thing

There can be
A special bonding
Woman to woman
Man to man

Been there just today
Been here just today
Bathed in their warmth
Dissolving in gratitude

Wilder Than Us

WILDER THAN US

“All Is One” we’re told
Check it out – Little required
Silence and stillness
Lead to pastures beyond our
Wildest imaginations

Spring Messengers

SPRING MESSENGERS

Daffodils whisper
Quietly beneath the wind
Who will hear their voice?

Where Can I Complain?

WHERE CAN I COMPLAIN?

Oh for the writer
To conjure up
Some other
Gentler
Kindlier
Play

But soft
What news?

A discovering
Within the glass
Behind the dramaturge

The true playwright
Turns out to be

None other than
Oneself

Thus
Time’s come
To take the reins
And some responsibility
For time’s come

Dangly Bits And Traps

DANGLY BITS AND TRAPS

Then again
From a Zen
Or Dzogchen
Viewpoint – or Tao
Relax back into Now
Return – Release
Thought destroys Peace
Breeds Illusion
Confusion
All is One
With no one
Real to worry
To fret or hurry
From here to there
Be more than Aware
Ending up being less
And breathless
Breathe in – Breathe out
No mind what it’s all about

Dear Ones Lost

DEAR ONES LOST

Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?

Missing you terribly
But that’s our fault
Not yours

Or is it?

Or else not?

For you are I
As I play you
In your absence

Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?

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