Buddha / Shakyamuni

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2014, blue, Buddha, cliffs, Gran Canaria, mantra, progress, sea, shadow, Shakyamuni, sky, sun, swimming

 

 

 

                                Buddha
                            Shakyamuni

                                no matter
                the progress I thought I made
                paddling on my back away from
                the cliff head to the sun

                                the point
                at which the bluffs and crags
                the face-shapes and scars
                exposed-cracked shadowed-clean
                distant distinct and clear

                                met
                the sheer sky from top to bottom
                                didn’t shift
                                at all

                om muni muni maha muniye soha

 

 

 

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blue & sky wormhole: Bodiam Castle
Buddha & sun wormhole: ambling around / the garden centre
sea wormhole: ‘discution poli / d’orage …’
shadow wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!

 

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between

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2015, being, between, blessing, Buddha, cliffs, duty, identity, letting go, looking, manfestation, meditation, non-doing, openness, power, realisation, sea, self, space, time, trust, Vajrapani

 

 

 

                                I learnt
                           a while ago that power
                                is to be
                           found between what it lets
                                manifest:
                           the blessing of Vajrapani when
                                I wasn’t
                           even looking for it but was
                                actively
                           open to it should it come along,
                                although
                           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
                                without
                           getting the needy self all tangled
                                up in it

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

 

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

 

 

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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

 

September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside

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2015, ageing, Alan Moore, beach, cliffs, clouds, duty, Eddie Campbell, friendship, From Hell, honour, houses, leaf, meaning, others, passing, sea, secret, September, silhouette, sky, society, talking, time, twilight, walking, world

                September – silhouette of leaf

                                in time soon passed
                                men walk slowly
                                side by side out
                                from nowhere
                                talking shaping
                                the only portents
                                they knew
                                without guile or
                                ghastly duty
                                bonded by
                                aged to speak
                                safe ever if no one
                                hears of it
                                let it be be

                gathering cloud over clifftop sea and houses

                                tween them
                                and the world
                                the importance
                                of honour kept
                                where twilight
                                covers the
                                whole of sky
                                the balance of
                                importance – the
                                inside and the
                outside

 

askance from the prologue to From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

a little snippet from askance From Hell, askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell, gwn’n’avvalook

 

 

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beach wormhole: fully clothed
clouds & talking wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
houses 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
meaning wormhole: un … able
others & society wormhole: 1962
passing wormhole: ‘never a dull moment …’
sea wormhole: Vajrapani
silhouette wormhole: great underbelly to the rooftops
sky wormhole: ‘blades / articulate all the lonely height / of the sky’
time wormhole: relapse
twilight wormhole: city twilight
walking wormhole: step
world wormhole: Dr Strange VI – to hold my face to the world