Day: August 20, 2016

Wildflowers

Gently dancing in the sun
Wildflowers grow,
they bloom,
are gone.

With no thoughts,they have no cares;
Yet their lives are gentle prayers.
May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this all day.

So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.
Then my time will come like yours...
And of us both nothing  endure.

As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so.

Maybe I had drunk too much black beer

I wonder if it’s  best to write in form
When I feel this panic and  bleak fear.
Breathing will be easier  when I’m calm

Will these patterns act like a soft balm
When I’m confused and have no real ideas?
I wonder if it’s  best to write in form

Shall I on  my  ego lay the   blame?
Or  my inner critic ever near
Breathing will be easier  when I’m calm

I thought  my  face looked very strained and plain
Maybe I  had drunk too much black beer
I wonder if it’s  best to write in form

 

Is this life  just God’s intriguing  game?
Am I sure if you are really here?
Breathing will be easier  when I’m calm

No need to panic when alarmed.
No need for the secondary fear
I wonder if it’s  best to write in form?
Breathing will be easier  when I’m calm

Don’t go where we have gone 

Down by the House of Commons
My love and I did roam
We were looking for a Monet
To decorate our home

Down by the Palace Gardens
We went a-walking next
As we believed that in that green
It was ok to have sex.

We were caught by the police!
My wife was quite displeased.
“Oh,can we plead not guilty ,sir.
We didn’t know where we are!”

Down in the court of magistrates
We were accused of sin.
We stood there in the dock
Is it prison or the bin?

I thought sin was not a crime!
I didn’t even make it rhyme!
But in this country, there’s a link
Sin and crime have now  been synched!

We asked to go to Westminster
To confess to a Catholic priest.
We could just take a penance
From a man who’s like a beast.

But the judge was feeling lazy
He sentenced us to death.
And we are going to die because
We wandered from the path.

If you want to get a Monet,
Buy one from Amazon.
And if you want to make sweet love
Don’t go where we have gone

The earth has its own gravity and grace

The earth has its own gravity and grace
Perception will develop as we grow
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

When we live we need to find our place
The process may be long and very slow
The earth has its own gravity and grace

The good and bad both need to be embraced
Grace comes easiest to those who’re low.
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

Good and bad make patterns as in lace
And through the gaps, the living waters flow
The earth has its own gravity and grace

Life must grow at its own steady pace
By our intuition ,we will know
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

Of the fruits of earth, the living taste.
Admire the flying birds from thrush to crow
The earth has its own gravity and grace
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

 

Note:Gravity and grace is the title of a book by the French mystic
Simone Weil

“Diagonal”

diagonal
dʌɪˈaɡ(ə)n(ə)l/
adjective
adjective: diagonal
  1. 1.
    (of a straight line) joining two opposite corners of a square, rectangle, or other straight-sided shape.
noun
noun: diagonal; plural noun: diagonals
  1. 1.
    a straight line joining two opposite corners of a square, rectangle, or other straight-sided shape.
    • MATHEMATICS
      the set of elements of a matrix that lie on a line joining two opposite corners.
    • a slanting straight line.
      “the bars of light made diagonals across the entrance”
    • CHESS
      a slanting row of squares whose colour is the same.
Origin
mid 16th century: from Latin diagonalis, from Greek diagōnios ‘from angle to angle’, from dia ‘through’ + gōnia ‘angle’.

Artificial

Diagonal streams now  stripe the windowpane
And in them, tiny insects drown and die.
Unexpected ,sudden rain  has come.
Those escape who have  the wings to fly.

No angels were seen peering  at my  room
No doubt they have their  Sunday wings to press.
No  camera ,even with psychotic zoom,
Can catch an angel while she is undressed.

Now the rain has dried and all is sweet
I tend to houseplants standing by the door.
By good luck these houseplants never bleep.
Only in the real world do they flower.

Bleeps and pings are not a natural sound.
But to the artificial   we  will bound.