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Playing The Fool

PLAYING THE FOOL

Attraction
Then attachment
Even knowing better now
I remember it well

The Big Choice

THE BIG CHOICE

Time to realise
that fundamental question
your inner voice asks
will never be “Yes or no?”
But rather “Now or later?”

The Achievement

THE ACHIEVEMENT

The travellers’ goal is not
To gain some something
Which they do not have
But that of relinquishing
That which they are not

Weather Or Know

WEATHER OR KNOW

Hard rains sweep by
Rinse soiled streets clean
Brief respite though
Hark, the next deluge
Of turbid effluence
Generously gifted
By the thoughtless

Slumbering in simplicity
No fearful encounters
In radiant solitude
Wherein to acknowledge
Realisation’s spiky burdens
And consoling gifts
Onward, onward, comrades

To oblivion
And no beyond
Hooves strike faster now
Valley of death looms
Engorging black hole
Rolling thunder clap
Hard rains sweep by

No encore

Wonderful (Full Of Wonder)

WONDERFUL (FULL OF WONDER)

Too long a time stuttering in monoflex
Stuck down in here’s back o’ beyond
Buried deep, deafened by multitudes
Of fears, of hopes, desires, imaginings
Vain vicissitudes and comeuppances
Blew through explosively, wonderfully
Announcing preaching days are over
Took flight, the sky’s the limitless limit

Pilgrims

PILGRIMS

Coming and going
Without going anywhere
Time an illusion
Space likewise passing the time
Our home is not made by hand

Not The Real Thing

NOT THE REAL THING

Fearful egoistical manifestation
Engenders armorial inflation
Leads to superfluous titivation

Over time astute observation
Advises timely disintegration
For eventual emancipation

That Frozen Moment

THAT FROZEN MOMENT

I see you
Icy U
You see me
Icy I

We see we
I to I

The sea we sea
So sure we are

The moment passes
And we

The I, the you I
Emerge marooned once more
Adrift, amazed
Lost among the crowd

Home Again

HOME AGAIN

Now I am in place
And there’s nothing left to do
Since place is in me

Binary

BINARY

To not drink
a toast to life
is ungrateful.

To not drink
a toast to death
is unbalanced.

Like a swallow
with but one wing,
unable to soar.