Day: September 25, 2019

What is gazing for?

To gaze is   but to love without desire
To be as  satisfied as  with a  meal
To burn  in joy in the eternal fire
To  take, receive and hold  what we can’t steal

To gaze is  but to lose our  central place
To feel a part of  Life in all its forms
The entire world ablaze and full of grace
Able to withstand the  mighty storm

To gaze is but to  be alive and here
To see the new creation every  hour
When childhood’s glory’s  are no longer near
And we no longer wish for total power.

 We gaze and we are touched  inside  our hearts
We  breath  more slowly, feel  our love restart

The reality principle

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Doctor my husband has no pulse
Give him  meat.
Do you think he can eat?
Why do you ask?
He seems to be dead
He always was  good at acting
Yes, he played Lady MacBeth once
Did she complain?
Ask him;you think he’s alive
I always try to use CBT and think positively
Anyone who is not God can’t raise the dead
I always suspected CBT was no  good
Tell my husband
He’s dead
Well tell him anyway
You think he might hear  or is it for your benefit?
Who am I to be prayed for?
Well God made all of us
Maybe  She should start over.
You’re a feminist but you’re ok
I dream all night and I sing all day

I wanted  nothing, all was in its place

Gazing at the trees touched me with grace
My eyes receptive ,mind so still and pure
I wanted  nothing more, no list, no place

Would I dare enjoy a human face
To see the lines of suffering long endured?
Gazing at the your eyes touched me with grace

All the anxious details steal our space.
 We cannot gaze afflicted and allured.
 I wanted  nothing more, no wish, no place

If we  lose ourselves, become engrossed
We gaze with joy ,with colour we’re imbued
Gazing at the trees ,oh green their grace

The  dignity of  art is unimposed
Majestic in its heart, we take our cue
Then want no more, our wish dissolves, exposed

Lying on the earth so warm. so new
I  fertilised, delight in  being you.
Gazing at the trees my heart was graced
I wanted  nothing, all was in its place

Reverie is in deficit by law

What is inconsistent gives us pause
Reverie is in deficit by law
Brings images  divergent from art’s laws

Our language  is abstracted  by the jaws
The mouth and tongue make murmurings that swirl
What is inconsistent gives us pause

A child that speaks too early is annoyed
She’s taken from her senses, by words hurled
Can an image   trespass in art’s laws?

He said he loved me then abused my voice
He changed what I had written to his pearls
What is inconsistent  must give  pause

He said he loved me ,offered no real choice
Our culture  makes us  hide what  may unfold
Those expectations  anchored by love’s awe

Greed  exaggerates what we are told
Come inside and shelter, it is cold
What is inconsistent gives us pause
Like tube maps  split from geography with cause

Sew it seems

He said he wants to sew his seeds.
It really needled me.
Sew it seems.
I can’t cut the tie that binds
It must be polyester then
No, it’s Polly O’Hara
How come?
Write to the GuardianI did and I’ve never looked affronted again

I said I don’t like Wagner not do you want a tomato
I said do you  like Brahms not come into my arms
 I said, are you mute not dare you shoot
Would you like a new novel.I hate to grovel