Poetry

I know you haven’t asked me And you really don’t want to know But the answer to your unasked question Is no I’m not OK I’m not having a great day Far from it My reality is unbearable A place

Life accepts invitations to flow And dresses accordingly It does not force-fit Its self in a box of pretence To the exclusion of others Where hegemony rules Nor does it tie itself up In a knot of universal bondage Going

Ain’t no such thing As space Ain’t no such thing As time . Space isn’t material distance Time isn’t material duration Distance is a manifestation of space Duration is a manifestation of time If we could only understand that We’d

I say this to me As I say this to you All that really goes wrong for us In what we think, feel and do Is that we become understandably but unnecessarily scared Of what we don’t need to be

Nature abhors a vacuum And seeks to fill it So the presumption of abstract rationalisation Claims to be true Nature is a vacuum Which it loves to populate With energetic swirls Around receptive centres of its self In heavenly bodies

Day after day Like a child anticipating snowfall in winter I open the curtains of my inner world Looking out for signs of that magical transformation From muddy dreariness Into sparkling clarity That’s arrived with a hush In a rush

The Beginning of the End Was in the division of the divisible From the indivisible Whereupon All became One or Many Figures alone Without neighbourhood To call their home Wanderers in desolation Individually or Collectively At odds with each other

There’s nothing more upsetting Than being ignored When that receptive calling for what we need – Food, water, knowledge, understanding, love – To keep us alive Dwelling in the seat of souls Goes unheard By blithe spirits Certain of their

When two sides contradict each other The Truth Lies Somewhere in Between, Throughout And Everywhere Around In natural circulation Need I Say more?

No, I do not feel excluded from Nature On the contrary Nature is a source of joy, inspiration, wisdom and life itself For me Not to mention danger, pain and death . Yes, I do feel that all I have

Life becomes a dreadful fright When nobody can be trusted Individually or collectively To know or do what’s right Least of all yourself . Is this what’s become of us You and me In this age of post-modernity As we