Broken Lines: Shadorma

BROKEN LINES

Here where the
Various varied
Versions of
Me hang out
Swung by to check whether these
Worn tear ducts still work

Polling Day

POLLING DAY

You always did your best
From your own point of view
And who am I to judge
Beyond my point of view?

Transitory

TRANSITORY

You see everything
So differently just now
While in a moment …

Stone Me!

STONE ME!

Life arises/arrives
In so so many forms
And all inter-related

Best observe, interact
Without attachment
For it is after all as it is

Come-on

COME-ON

If sex is magic
(And who are we to question?)
Let us explore it

Just So

JUST SO

Where no beauty is
Look to the eye or the mind
Never the beauty

To Whom It May Concern

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

We breathe in
We breathe out
Not always
Regardless

Blinkered

BLINKERED

We spend our lives in
Attacking or defending
Are(n’t) we all we are?

Expectations

EXPECTATIONS

Two children were each given an acorn to plant.

The first was interested, pleased, impressed, deeply moved as it gradually grew into an oak tree, a transformation she could never have anticipated, scarcely have believed possible.

The other was bitterly disappointed.

She had wanted a beech tree.