Did I say my heart is up the spout
And tea is sitting hotly in the tap
The kettle is complaining I’m a lout
And with its metal hand gives me a rap.
Did I say my bed has got no sheets
For I have published them in my new book
And as the cocks and chickens try to bleat
I buy a dress and hey, it’s my new look
Did I say the cat will not go out
For he is never in, you see my joke
For logic is as stupid as no doubt
And torments in its ice the evil folk.
Words are signals telling us we’re light
And so we float away into the night
Where I knit so I can see birds in the trees outside the window opposite
“I knit quite slowly,saying no to haste.
I worship with my truth and am not cowed.”
In this poem which is the previous post, my truth means that I learned while knitting Shetland lace that going backwards to fix mistakes is just as valuable as going forward all the time.I had a vision of the world being made by this backward and forward movement.That if we cannot permit ourselves to make mistakes and then correct them we will never get anywhere in living with others or in creating.
When I was teaching I used to do tough problems without preparing them so students could see me thinking.They liked that
Any kind of fear makes us contract.That causes us more problems.So we need to expand; that is relax.
My right hand is painful today
I can’t join my hands up to pray
But rest assured now
I shall milk the cow
That we bought yesterday on eBay
This voice typing is good on the whole
I may even achieve my True goal
If I knew what that was
I tell you because
It may involve me going up the pole,
Owing to the arthritis which afflicts me
I must mention it also restricts me
I cannot walk far
And I have no car
Thank the Lord I can still see/wee/make the tea/be