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Belt And Braces


Even when drifting
In a cloud of unknowing
It’s a good idea
To keep your wits about you
After all you never know

The Eyes Have It

Take a look around you. Now cover your right eye and look carefully at the scene or some specific object. Then cover your left eye and look carefully at it. You will notice that it appears a little different each time, though you may need to switch back and forth a few times before you appreciate this fully. It is apparent that what anything “is” depends on the point of view, and it makes no sense to assert that any particular view is “THE ONE AND ONLY TRUTH”.

If this is the case when we consider the two eyes in a single head, think what this implies when we start to consider all the eyes in all the different heads there are.

Of course some folk only have one eye, and some folk have poor sight or else their vision is distorted in some way, while other folk are completely blind. It would be foolish, surely, to argue with them about the “Truth”. Perhaps an approach to the question with a little more understanding and compassion might be appropriate.

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



It’s not just out there that there’s weather
There’s changeable weather here inside too
Heard tell they’re one and the same anyway
Beneath this sogenannten inside/outside slop
In which case all bets’re off or else ill judged
N this moment’s snap’s not the last’s or next’s
N any original thought’s worth no more than
What pads out a thousand mindless quotings



No coincidence
Morning precedes the unknown
Just so with mourning

The True Measure


The mind may be smart
But the heart feels and feeling
Truly understands



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.

The Depths (A Four By Six)


These primordial truths
We are bombarded with
Are merely an inkling
And often not the point

Magic II


Lost in memory
The present became the past
Ad infinitum
Until one magic moment
The present became present

Amicus Curiae


I am happy
To bring you
To the window

But not to tell you
What you should see
Beyond the glass