Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Paying homage

I pay today humble homage
to a voice from out the silence
that assured me, yes, he can do it
but left it there at that.

There’s mystery in the ether
and puzzle pieces everywhere
floating there just waiting,
waiting, waiting, waiting.

It’s a wait perhaps for you and me
to set the mind to zero
and so enable a free flow
of what we need to know.

And so I know but half, just half,
but it said my name, you know,
and that’s good enough for me
to reach out to the silence.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Yet and yet

From out the wild they came today
three monkeys in a row
hungry, yes, perhaps they were
like the love deprived.

Yet the hand-out they received
not sufficient unto sustenance
forced a then intrusion
into my private space.

And it’s that little bit of love
as well not sufficient
that turns contentment upside down
and alters all our norms.

Yet, and yet, norms did us well
and the little yet sufficient
if only, if only,
we’d not ventured into grace.

Monkeys climb the trees,
come down to feed with me,
and return back to the wild
the same as when they left.

Yet, and yet, humans are beset
by that little not enough
and one day when I’m wiser …
I think I’ll be a monkey!

Monday, August 22, 2011


It’s just a bit of stuff
and a bit of nonsense
that keeps one on the back foot
unable to go forwards.

It weighs a ton; sometimes it does
and almost seems magnetic
when time, time again,
it pulls me back and holds.

It’s history really; that is so
yet chases with the vim of youth
and jumps with great agility
over present views.

But of history I think
it’s just a mental construct
easily dismantled
when the will to move appears.

And that will is like a beacon;
fail to see and one suffers
in silence mostly like the dead
barred from the thrill of life.

I’m guilty, yes, indeed I am
of closing eyes and standing still
but slowly, slowly, comes the strength
to take that first step forward -
and it’s exhilarating
like the release from slavery.

One step, two steps, three steps, more
and suddenly we’re breathing
the clean and fresh exciting
after years of suffocation!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The magic of self

The magic of self
when known can be seen
as something completely unreal
when viewed with an eye
attuned to the times.

And like all magic
it confuses and baffles the mind
but to know it is there
can start the process
of an amazing performance.

Practice, oh, practice,
it needs practice,
but how like this life
to keep us distracted
and on the same old path.

I dream sometimes but not enough
of a reality out of this world
and lose it on my way back
lost like the glorious past.

But I dream again, again, again!
Never stop dreaming, my friend,
for in the times when time’s undone
there’ll be time to … cash in on dreams.

The trick is to not be caught
in a limited view
that ends the dream before it’s begun
but how like us all impatient at best
to want what we want right now.

And I want, you know, I certainly want
but I dream again, again, again,
because there’s magic in a dream
and one day I’ll bring it back!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Cold winds

Cold winds blow the dust away
like love that scampers from a mind
into the present day denials
forced upon all humankind.

It’s not to say that love is dead
but rather that it’s changed its style
from humble to aggressive mode
bedecked in selfishness.

I grow sometimes so very tired
of the “I” that permeates the times
and the dangling, swinging, swaggering,
egotistical boasting.

But perhaps the worst is yet to come
as love descends each day some more
into dark and dingy caverns
hidden from the light.

Bur who can know it’s on its way
when the “I love you” said every day
falls from mouths unconsciously
just to appease and to deceive?

Words alone can’t change the times
but love in deed I do believe
raises love at least heart high
to easily then move up to mind!