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Ending (Republished)

ENDING

All passages of thought
Are unnecessary
So if you ever get bored
With changing
Your mind …

If you stop
You don’t have to start again …
Acres of space
Bumper to bumper
Nothingness
Together
Everywhere

No matter
Never mind
Never matter
No mind

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The Magical Act

THE MAGICAL ACT

Teaching is love
Which is to give
…..the space to breathe
To feed
…..asking nothing in return

Teach me
Love me
Teach me to love
…..and teach in my turn
Paying back to the spirit of man

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?”

In His Cups

IN HIS CUPS

A sip of wine
A hint of melody …
Hallowed foundations
Shift ungoverned

Melt into lavaflows
Unleash unadmitted yearnings
Challenge this paltry masquerade
Yelled from minaret or pulpit

Hounded by fatwa and heresy
Across the centuries, this dented I
Which has, for all of that brouhaha
Such shallow roots

Must be why they ban
These dangerous demons
Intoxication, music,
Dancing, sex

While we for our part
Fight tooth and nail
To retain or else regain
These royal roads

Home

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

Migrants

MIGRANTS

Come Autumn geese form
An arrow – A reminder
“Go inward, upward”
Come Spring (If they’ve not been shot)
They shall see how far we’ve come

Self-publishing

SELF-PUBLISHING

Looks like it’s not sufficient to be clever
You can still end up in the lost-and-found
You can split the scene or stand your ground
It’s been that way since forever
No rock solid link to Spirit whatsoever
None of our conjectures are too sound
You hit multilingual traps, rebound
Somersault screaming, “Never!”

Yet how to survive in a dull world while sharp
And not end up in the lost-and-found still
Whether giving in or refusing to budge?

An open verdict, an absentee judge
Endlessly replaying “The World According To Garp”
You can read on the scoreboard the result: Nil Nil

The Real Armageddon: Learning how to be Alone!

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The Real Armageddon: Learning how to be Alone!

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Free Time

FREE TIME

Time be essential
So them taught us in’m school
We’s done toke our time
Explored beyond black ‘n’ white
Time’s its own barrier

Connection

CONNECTION

So here you me it is out there in here too
So yes yes the same but not the same too
So not so intent so less so more intent too
So here you me it is out there in here too

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