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2013, 8*, being, Bodhichitta, breathing, circular poem, colour, difficulty, distraction, doing, eyes, identity, jewel, letting go, life, lost, meditation, prayer, putting out, seeing, self, singing, sitting, stone, talking to myself, tired, voices, Woodbrooke
difficulty comes
unfitting perfectly to
each situation
may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta …
t
i
a big fat ball r
all I see is with odd e
or above it spicy bits d
round it fills up
I can’t see my being
closes my eyes
… take birth where it has not yet done so …
the fuzz and static
drowned out by and the tiny shiny
before being coloured stones
of determination mixed in and
sing a voice mostly lost which
surface and sometimes
work to the
is not me
is not the self
standing sitting or sleeping
and always always breathing
… where it has taken birth may it not decrease …
I can’t put out
I miss the point or miss the opportunity
every time I venture
or hold back
I have loads to offer
but no receptacle
far better to sit
improve my aim
… but may it increase infinitely
I get so much more
done by just being
without knowing it
without knowing –
even – about it
I think I’ll just
offer my being
from now on
and not try to
do anything to be
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & breathing & doing wormhole: doing
circular poem wormhole: the Avengers
distraction wormhole: open window
eyes & identity wormhole: vagued
letting go & talking to myself wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
life wormhole: my life is not your market
meditation wormhole: only
seeing wormhole: heavy load
sitting wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
stone wormhole: quest in brown
voices wormhole: still there // above the / Dallin Road / allotments / looking high over the river and the city
mlewisredford 
You bless us with poetry experience, eloquently and always that.
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thank you, always, for taking the notice, Bonnie
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Wow. You sir are an original. I hardly know what to think of this, other than to read it again.
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thank you, Trent; I hope the second read became clearer although I’m not sure there is anything to disperse to make it so …
… also: regarding the discussion we had a little while back about the Dark Knight Strikes again, please have a look at –
https://mlewisredford.wordpress.com/2014/04/11/plethora-the-dark-knight-strikes-again-2002/
regards
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I have read it, and left you a comment. I am sorry I missed it the first time through.
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I always enjoy your poems … and, the visual layout of the poems is always fun. This one is exceptional in content, and in shape … though I shudder to think how long it took to get it laid out like that on here …. 🙂
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thank you, John, you charmer; as to the layout, there’s no end to the dreams one can wantonly have when armed in html with “& n b s p” (if I put these letters together it would read as a gap; I think) and a lifetime of obsessional ‘must get it right’
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