moment

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2012, 7*, compassion, detachment, life, love, mind, moment, realisation, relief, settling, sitting, talking to myself, time, true nature

       I become better and better at sitting
       the more I realise I cannot settle
       even for a moment

       and when I realise just how much I cannot settle
       even for a moment,
       how the whole of my life is wound round

       and weaved through all of my time
       all of the time that I cannot settle
       even for a moment,

       what a relief –
       all this building all of this plotting all of these clever ripostes –
       I can detach from them all

       just for a moment

                 –o–

       may I dwell in this my true and only nature
       and may no one no one
       be missed out

 

 

 

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compassion wormhole: reaching branch
life & time wormhole: cut while you’re ahead/cut while you’re a thread – poewieview #35
love wormhole: 35 years ago …
mind wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – On Doing Nothing
realisation wormhole: fresh destiny
settling wormhole: and smile / like a bud
sitting wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – A Sign of the Times
talking to myself wormhole: let it all go

 

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Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – gull circling out at sea

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2016, 5*, air, beauty, beech, blue, branches, detachment, eyes, finches, gaze, leaf, meadow, morning, mouse, seagull, sky, solitude, South Downs, walking

                           when I first walked the
                           slippery grass of the Downs
                           I remained at a distance
                           not wishing to intrude

                           during those mornings
                           when each leaf is etched
                           against the motionless air
                           of such blue that his eyes

                           ached to the far edge of
                           the meadow, the furthest
                           he had ever been by himself –
                           new lands of stubble and

                           bale; a cloud of finches
                           rose from the ground at the
                           touch of his material gaze:
                           beauty enriched by solitude;

                           along the headland he saw
                           a tiny mouse disappear as he
                           looked for it, then he rolled
                           on his back, looked through

                           the branches of a beech tree
                           to the depth above, tracing
                           the boughs with his fingers,
                           touch of urgency and echo –

                           gull circling out at sea

 

* that switch of pronouns in stanza two is definitely (sic)
read the collected work as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs

 

 

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air & beauty & blue & branches & eyes & morning & seagull & sky & walking wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs

 

dash

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2010, adapting, being, detachment, doing, humour, living, openness, professionalism, writing

 

 

 

                                              dash

                my
                                best days
                                loose simple
                                              go as they happen happy heart

                                everything
                                              greeted
                                              like a friend
                                                              with humour
                                                              with deftness
                                                              with writing

                                                              but not riding
                                rough over things happening to get ‘same place, same time’
                                                uncomplicated
                                                & professional

                                                              just respond
                                                                                 then run
                                                                                              far far away

 

 

 

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being & writing wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
doing wormhole: true nature
living wormhole: rhymed
openness wormhole: Summertime, 1943
professionalism wormhole: dear clown’s face

 

the cheaper seats

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2012, 5*, breathing, childhood, detachment, doing, ennui, growth, identity, sitting, talking to myself, wisdom

 

 

 

                                     when I arrive
                           at ennui
                or when involved in anything which takes me far away into
                                              the emotional opera …

                           … use the wisdom I have
                                              naturally
                           and the wisdom I have nurtured
                                     painfully
                and the abstract I breathe quite instinctive –
                           done since childhood
                                     done all the time – and
                the wisdom of where-ing while I sit and settle to a relax
                           and field

                where I can observe the opera
                                     way back in the cheaper seats
                           not embroiled and
                                              even falling asleep

 

 

 

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breathing wormhole: the fall of the curtains / folded on the desktop / and the constant / wondering of airliners
childhood & identity wormhole: Beresford Square: // it’s alright it’s alright
doing wormhole: good / enough
sitting wormhole: worthwhile
talking to myself wormhole: Anglesea Road