poessay IV
whenever thought
goes beyond its own eyes
and beyond its own breath
and it feels good
a field is created instantly
vast and breathless
a release a land a view
there is a horizon
there is the distance to the horizon
and there is all manner of possibility
in between
there is a liberation from only
there is a discernment of self
I have the space to act
I have the boundary to speak
this is the sheer creation – let there be –
out of the nothing that was there before
but now I am defined
omega to the alpha yang to the yin
I have proliferated
all of a sudden I turn round
there is a body and I am in it
I have lost the emptiness
that I reached from in the beginning
cacophony everywhere
now I have forgotten the emptiness
although I feel it all around me
more
the field is apparent now
it is wide it is deep
there are others who can repeat what it offers
others who can seed it
others who can harvest it
others who can own it
I have lost the field as well
I have forgotten that it was mine
I have forgotten that it was me
fields and nations everywhere
I know
I’ll have another idea …
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contributing to … poessays
creativity wormhole: ”hmm …’ …’
emptiness wormhole: gift
Have wormhole: poessay II
horizon wormhole: 1970 // just now
identity wormhole: ‘every once in a while …’
poessay wormhole: poessay II
samsara wormhole: Have
thought wormhole: while / walking
mlewisredford 
You make seem like it is so effortless, you must have been writing for many long years
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thank you – I have a theory about writing and the ‘build up’ of experience which is rather indelicate and which I will squeeze out into a poem and let drop when I think no one is listening sometime.
Good to see you back Artist Formally Known As Jar. It was intriguing having to ‘approve’ someone who I knew pretty well already. Or did I? You been going through so many transformations recently I wonder whether I should refer to you as The Doctor.
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I’m hoping I’ve kept the best till last with my new site where I can technically write less (er condensed) and play more. I love the comment about the Doctor maybe in reverse though
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“the Doctor maybe in reverse though”?
what? “rotcoD?”
;-p
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… smelly!
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It’s stillest at the centre of the storm.
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strange…that my horizon-gazing brings me here…Sept. 6, the day of my birth, just before I started my blogsperiment (not to be confused with “blogspearmint”, which i guess would be a blogger’s favorite flavour of gum)…and here to find the wormhole leading to 1970//just now…yes, the year of my birth…i am a skeptic, but often shaken…and now find my self shaken and stirred…and well, stunned even…
…forgotten it was mine/forgotten it was me/…
…i find my self turning round and round…
…in this empty field…
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aha, the serendipity of surmise
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