Day: March 28, 2018

Feel their geometry in the mind

It’s Autumn weather, geese fly by,

Autumn rust, red, gold, low,high.

Drystone walls edging fields,

Apples gathered,holly berries

Flash so brightly

Look like flowers

Sun shines sideways,shadows long

Of trees appear.I dwell among

Woods of gentle beeches sing

Swaying with the sideward wind.

See their roots, all intertwined.

 

Look up now into the sky,

See the V formation high.

Geese fly home at end of day.

My heart is moved by patterned dance

In this peace and vast silence

My mind widens like the sky

And in this moment I would die,

So I could stay with this still vision

Of geese set out on autumn mission.

Snails in rain pools slither near

My feet upon the terrace here

And look,upon their whorled backs

All the sense of life is packed.

And yet so easily Life’s destroyed

When blind foot steps into the void

While buildings ,once thought beautiful, decay

 

Life is  lonely in the city here
We left our birthplace seeking  work that paid
So many folk, yet nobody is near.

The mass of crowds  brings on a paranoia
While buildings ,once thought beautiful, decay
Life is   alien in the city here

From the doorways ugly faces leer
Like evil children,  tortured by dismay
Many people,  nobody who’s near.

The birds don’t sing  yet I can hear them jeer
Then fly in circles in a fierce display
Life is alien in the city here.

My eye is dry, it lacks a single tear
As I become neo- static with despair
Many people,  nobody who’s near.

Why can’t I be merry, if not gay?
Why do thoughts so savage my heart flay
Life is  lonely in the city here
So many folk, so few  who will come near

If God won’t come to me, then I’ll go there

I planned to make a cake for Easter Day
Almonds ,raisins, sugar, eggs and flour
But God and my old man,have gone astray

If they’re not near,I wonder should I pray?
Into who’s ear shall my words be poured?
I planned to make a friend for Easter Day

If God won’t come to me, then I’ll go there
In my mind, I’m off at any hour
But God and my old man,have gone away

Can I buy a ticket on the way?
I’ll wear a mac and hat with little flowers
I planned to make a cake for Easter Day

Alternatively, should I see that Play?
Erase my google history in the shower?
As God and my old man,have gone away

Disabled and half blind, I laugh at power
I am so wise my humour seems to glower
I planned to make a cake for Easter Day
But God and my old man are in that Play

 

To lose our self in seeing brings us peace.

Attention in each moment gives us grace
To lose our self in seeing brings us peace.
We see the most when we are most effaced

Life is like a tapestry of lace
The little threads connect and never cease
Attention to each moment brings us grace

A friend who never doubts, we can’t embrace.
They make themselves more boring than a beast
We hear the most when we are most effaced

A friend who’s open gives our hearts solace.
With these, we share the wine, enjoy a feast
Attention to each moment brings us grace

We will meet new lovers as we play;
Who notice the sweet details, most and least.
We feel the most when we are most effaced

In our soul, we feel the spring release.
Guarded by attention, not police.
Attention in the moment, that is grace
We see the most when we are most effaced