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                                I learnt
                           a while ago that power
                                is to be
                           found between what it lets
                           the blessing of Vajrapani when
                                I wasn’t
                           even looking for it but was
                           open to it should it come along,
                           there is always space if you
                                don’t look
                           too carefully and there’s always
                                the duty
                           of not looking too carefully if you trust
                                the space
                           between enough to let it go to be
                           getting the needy self all tangled
                                up in it

                                I had a
                           hunch about this earlier* when
                           back at the cliffs while floating on the sea and
                           the Buddha sit in meditation
                                for hours
                           that seemed like geologic eras


* poem called ‘Buddha Shakyamuni’; yet to be published




being wormhole: purpose
Buddha wormhole: silence
identity wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
letting go & realisation wormhole: relapse
looking wormhole: ‘the old chair rocked …’
meditation wormhole: tong // len
openness wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
power wormhole: Dr Strange II – … things are the same again
sea wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
space wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
time wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure