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2014, 6*, being, Buddha, compassion, doing, doors, eyes, fire, identity, Lewes, life, love, meaning, openness, others, purpose, realisation, roads, samadhi, searching, shop, silence, smile, stillness, thinking, time, walking, wood
the Buddha head in an antique shop stood
large and quiet on a cherry wood corner unit
by the open door
what, a Buddha’s head in an
antique shop thought I and crossed the road
to study the lids cast down detached reserved
but not closed to a smile and more mysteriously
connected beneath my spiky-backed search for
authenticity than my hollow preferences could
ever be
making little whorls of realisation all
about his head – the release of the milliard
anxieties in the myriad of people I have ever
known – topped by a flame on the crown so that
I knew still that there was more work to be done:
walking around
in life – there is
nothing but walk
ing about in life
no matter how in
between or steep
or lost no matter
the sweaty knees
the lucky finds
the giving way
the loss of time
even if I found
my way and even
if I’d taken diff-
erent turns and
alleyways there
is still only the
lift the swing
the plant and
the roll to the
next step
I went back to see what the price was but the
shop was closed and everything in it to be
considered pre-ordered or pre-sold anyway
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & life wormhole: ‘when it came / time to go …’
Buddha wormhole: how ironic
compassion & others wormhole: HPB
doing wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision
doors wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
eyes & walking wormhole: titanic
identity & realisation wormhole: connections
Lewes wormhole: Earwig Corner / out of Lewes
love & silence & time wormhole: in the middle of silence and heat:
meaning wormhole: somewhat // digesting
openness wormhole: the View: from Here to the Learning Objective to the Learning Horizon
roads wormhole: moon
searching wormhole: my fidgety self
shops wormhole: we // walk
smile wormhole: my life is not your market
stillness wormhole: St. Ludwigskirche
thinking wormhole: too cold to sit outside / and write flowers of / individual poems
wood wormhole: a splash of fresh water