balance

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2016, 4*, balance, conservatory, haiku, passing, rain, roof, sound, waves

                                      wet tyres out front, rain
                                waves the conservatory roof
                                    keeping a balance

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: and smile / like a bud
conservatory wormhole: always
haiku[esque] wormhole: interim
passing & sound wormhole: familiasyncopation
rain wormhole: … swap round
roof wormhole: the policies came to nothing
waves wormhole: industrial estate

 

and smile / like a bud

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2013, 5*, acceptance, awareness, balance, breath, clouds, history, posture, settling, shoulders, sitting, smile, voices

                and smile
                like a bud

there’s everything friendly
                in sitting
the half-lotus with a cushion
                for now
the straight back with a balance
                after all
the breath from the stomach
                actually
leaves the shoulders to hang like a
                coat hanger

                and then
you simply aware the natural lock
                like a cloud
       and like a cloud
your history and voices will swirl about and
                through
and eventually you don’t panic
                or fight
and you don’t even try to find your way
                through
but smile like an uncle as they turn and
                they tumble
and after any length of time you’ll find
                it is slightly
damp and chilly then it is time to get up and
                go indoors

 

 

 

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acceptance wormhole: need
awareness wormhole: trying to focus / on walking
balance wormhole: my seat // now
breath wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
clouds wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs
history & posture & sitting wormhole: AT-tennnnnnnn – waitfrit waitfrit – SHUN!
settling wormhole: no point
smile wormhole: Elektra
voices wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?

 

my seat // now

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2016, 4*, balance, cafe, cars, contentment, doing, giving, grey, hair, Have, identity, joy, listening, mauve, others, Oxfam, patience, pink, red, seat, self-compassion, sitting, sound, speech, talking, vista, walking

                I lost my seat of joy
                in giving, I might have had it yesterday,
                but today I find myself
                gilled by her pink coat to do
                all the talking and irritated by
                the loud-enough heels to do all the walking

                I lost my seat of vista
                when stopping, I might have had it yesterday but
                today I cannot stop hearing
                the all-things-considered voice
                out back of the Oxfam shop wondering if dictatorships aren’t what’s needed in the end, I
                have to leave the shop

                I lost my seat of patience
                in getting, I might have had it yesterday but today
                I clear-the-throat listening to the too-exhaust-[ed] luxury cars
                revving and braking to leave the NCP

                I lost my seat of balance
                when doing, I might have had it yesterday but today I must listen
                to her hold attention with red-mauved hair
                and one greyed temple talk-clear to her back-turned friend,
                from the other side of the crowded room

                `never had a settled seat to miss, that I remember – `still trying to find that one –
                `never lost my seat and been happy about it, until

now

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: balancing // with a whole lot of deft
cars & pink wormhole: the policies came to nothing
doing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
giving wormhole: dry rot
grey & identity & sound wormhole: Elektra
hair wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
Have & listening & speech & talking wormhole: listen willya
mauve wormhole: between thoughts
others wormhole: reaching branch
red wormhole: El Palacio, 1946
sitting wormhole: substance
walking wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – moment

 

balancing // with a whole lot of deft

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2016, balance, being, deft, detail, identity, importance, joy, legacy, living, observation, openness, precision, superhero, writing

 

 

 

                                              the
                                importance of
                balancing
                                being
                                              precisely and detailedly
                                              with
                                whatever
                                              I
                                              am
                                              in
                                and with, with observation
                                              with openness
                                                              in small bits
                                                                                 with joy,
                                                                                 let the heroics take care of themselves
                                                                                                            let the legacy take care of itself,
                                                                                              not too much
                                                                                              not too little and

                                              with a whole lot of deft

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: true nature
being wormhole: constant hummm
identity wormhole: currency of generations
living wormhole: too late:
openness wormhole: the both passive and transitive / non-presumptive pre-conceptualist attenuation of being
superhero wormhole: the writing’s on the wall
writing wormhole: the coffee shop opportunity

 

true nature

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2016, adult, balance, being, discipline, doing, dwelling, flower, hidden, identity, importance, love, naïveté, nurture, obligation, self, talking to myself, true nature, vague, variation

 

 

 

                                                                true nature

                                   of my personality, true nature
                                   of my self: to be vaguely and
                                   variously focussed on event

                                   mostly missing what is seen
                                   important and dwelling lovingly
                                   with what is hidden in plain view;

                                   since I have become the adult,
                                   as obliged, I have learnt to
                                   override my naïveté with

                                   dead discipline; my naïveté
                                   is a slight flowering of my true
                                   nature, it should be nurtured

                                   in order for ‘my’ to dwell in
                                   my own true true ‘self’ … or
                                   maybe I just haven’t being

                                   my true self all that skilfully?
                                   I haven’t done wrong, I just
                                   haven’t balanced all that well

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: always
being wormhole: through
doing wormhole: just saying, is all IV: // lost
identity & talking to myself wormhole: and that’s where I are
love wormhole: Quiver of / Tiffany – poewieview #20
naïveté wormhole: because
obligation wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all

 

always

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2016, adjustment, balance, cars, conservatory, house, living, rain, roads, roof, sound

 

 

 

                                always

                the constant balance to adjust:
                the car tyressshh down the road out front
                out back the rain waves across the conservatory roof

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
cars & roads & sound wormhole: and that’s where I are
conservatory wormhole: suddenly fly off again
house & roof wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
living wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
rain wormhole: keep the light off

 

Shonagh – poewieview #17

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2016, arms, balance, belly, Bowie, boy, climb, faces, girl, hair, hill, identity, kiss, muse, natural, point, portrait, sitting, sky, staring, trees, woodland

                Shonagh

                                stood up
                on the steep hill in the woods
                                arms akimbo
                to keep balance like a tree, made
                                to climb
higher with ape face and swinging blond hair grown long and hipster flares that showed her belly when she pointed earlier in the day with nothing but her upward stare            
                                sat down,
                composed with the boy because she wanted a kiss
                                who wasn’t me

 

… all because of what you are: The Prettiest Star, 1970

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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balance wormhole: row boat
Bowie & faces wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
girl & muse wormhole: Grizedale College
hair wormhole: train journey // like a branch
hill wormhole: really
identity wormhole: really really
sitting wormhole: becoming
opening wormhole: opening
trees wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13

 

row boat

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'scape, 2014, Amsterdam, balance, cypress, here & there, reeds, river, row boat, sky

 

 

 

                                                              row boat

                                all the balance
                                of the wide sky
                                between cypresses
                                on the far shore
                                and reeds from

                out the water here

 

 

 

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balance wormhole: of a sudden // all the time
river wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
sky wormhole: the windmill

 

of a sudden // all the time

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2015, balance, ceiling, flame, form, light, movement, petals, poem, shadow, sitting, stillness, time, walls

 

 

 

                                   of a sudden

                                   the candle flame
                                   shifts and flicks, then
                                   sits in balance, still,
                                   and comsuming, still
                                   and emitting, folded
                                   and recouping, then
                                   sits in adjustment
                                   spliterring and
                                   forming, finding
                                   a perfect petal …
                                   leaning   leaning
                                   spluttering creating
                                   shadow and light
                                   in flux across wall
                                   and ceiling

                                   all the time

                                   whether I can
                                   form the poem or not

 

 

 

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balance & walls wormhole: on walking through walls
light wormhole: 1971
shadow wormhole: Buddha / Shakyamuni
sitting wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
stillness wormhole: no cars / no planes
time wormhole: the tangles fall apart

 

on walking through walls

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2013, ageing, awareness, balance, being, breath, breathing, dharma, doing, letting go, life, pattern, pausing, pointlessness, rhythm, self, time, walls

 

 

 

                                on walking through walls

                        expulsion of air starting with a ‘p …’
        … well, hold on a minute
this all sounds a bit grim
                        a bit Byronic-heroic

        and where there’s grim
        there’s usually gritted teeth
        (and pulled ligaments once you get older)
                trying to hold the balance

                        no fun
                        no beauty
                        just flexed jaw
        muscular and tight-lipped
                so enforced in its own sense of dharma-drama that it
                        loses the action
                        for the self that grims it
wandering about in the fog that obscures all direction
                        and perspective
                to balance

                all the while unaware
                                – inhalation with a wide ‘e …’ –
        of the sheer-joy-innocence
                        of the folds on the back
                        of the well-seated chair
        the silence of the swirls on the carpet
                        when last vacuumed
                                        oh yes
and the timelessness of the ticking second hand
        holding
        all of the silences
                        in rhythm

 

 

 

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awareness wormhole: the art of sit and follow
balance wormhole: – sigh! –
being & letting go wormhole: for goodness’ sake
breath & breathing wormhole: is that so!
doing wormhole: truly invisible
life & time wormhole: 1971
pointlessness wormhole: my life / of others
walls wormhole: good session