fine droplets / across the glass

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'scape, 2013, birch, chimney, combe end, drops, fir, glass, grey, house, mist, notice, rain, roof, sky, streets, telephone lines, trees, waves, wind, windows

 

 

 

                                              fine droplets
                                              across the glass

                                              unnoticed
                as the mist wafts in occasional waves
                                              all up the street
                                and before and after the telephone wires thrum and
                                                              bounce but
                looking above the roof of the house opposite
                                the fir tree bristles and waves
                                                              constantly
                                              behind
                                while the bare birch just shrugs

                                              a chimney
                                              more trees
                                              light grey
                                              sky above

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

birch 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
chimney & house & trees wormhole: New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931
combe end wormhole: knees
fir wormhole: dawn
glass & grey wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
mist wormhole: because
rain wormhole: library windows
roof wormhole: suddenly fly off again
sky & streets wormhole: organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11
waves wormhole: development
wind wormhole: sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1
windows wormhole: Grizedale College

 

… the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana

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'scape, 2013, Bournville, carillon, chimney, communication, constancy, direction, drops, glass, gutter, moss, rain, roof, seeing, shamatha-vipashyana, sky, sound, time, trees, wind, windows, Woodbrooke

 

staying at Woodbrooke again for a short break, I need to celebrate by posting one of my favourite poems, written here, again …

 

 

                the frame stays constant

                the trees tall and wave
                in constant negotiation
                with the drifting sky
                the Bournville Carillon
                strikes ten in all directions
                some faint some bong

                a telephone wire draped
                from a chimney to a ridge
                like a skipping rope and
                the constant run-off onto
                gutters despite the moss

                the frame has ghost-shifted
                double but remains constant
                the pane is not seen at all

                until I notice the drops run
                and then the frame snaps clear
                and c – o – n – s – t – a – n – t

                such useful things: windows …

                … the discipline of shamatha
                the waft of vipashyana

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

chimney wormhole: the breath of London
communication wormhole: currency: / assent for statement – / ‘smakin’alivvin’
glass & sky & sound & windows wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
rain wormhole: south horizon
roof wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
seeing wormhole: out!
shamatha-vipashyana wormhole: Do Nothing Usually / Take Everything Regularly / Consider It All Clearly / And Step Aside It Waltzingly
time wormhole: if left alone
trees wormhole: new garden
wind wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931

 

the echo of / a small box

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1993, air, clouds, cold, drops, echo, grey, open, sunset, windows

 

 

 

                                the echo of
                                a small box

                                through drops
                                down the window

                                to one side the
                                grey cloud to the

                                other the sunset
                                and the cold air

                                through the window
                                which won’t close properly

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

air wormhole: cloud
clouds wormhole: a maturity
echo wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
grey wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
open wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
sunset wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
windows wormhole: oh-pen too

 

‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’

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2012, combe end, drops, existence, night, orange, rain, seeing, streetlight

 

 

 

                     I can hear it raining
                     but cannot see it except for
                     the drops that fall from
                     the hood of the streetlight
                     one side the other side

                     at midnight it will go out –
                     energy-saving – but for now
                     it is kind enough to let me
                     see what I hear

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

combe end wormhole: sounds // suddenly / stop
night wormhole: only the Batman realises that he is dead
orange wormhole: the chiropodist
rain wormhole: tired
seeing wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
streetlight wormhole: achieving good-enough living

 

… the discipline of shamatha / and the waft of vipashyana

Tags

'scape, 2013, attention, awareness, Bournville, chimney, drops, glass, gutter, rain, roof, shamatha-vipashyana, sky, sound, telephone lines, time, trees, wind, windows, Woodbrooke

 

 

 

                                the frame stays constant

                                the trees tall and wave
                                in constant negotiation
                                with the drifting sky
                                the Bournville Carillon
                                strikes ten in all directions
                                some faint some bong
                                a telephone wire draped
                                from a chimney to a ridge
                                like a skipping rope and
                                the constant run-off
                                into gutters despite the moss

                                the frame has ghost-shifted
                                double but still remains constant
                                the pane is not seen at all
                                until I notice the drops run
                                and then the frame snaps clear
                                and c – o – n – s – t – a – n – t

                                such useful things: windows …

                                … the discipline of shamatha
                                and the waft of vipashyana

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

attention wormhole: snow
awareness wormhole: tapestry
chimney & rain & sound & wind wormhole: early bed tonight
glass wormhole: Batman 168
roof wormhole: new life
shamatha-vipashyana wormhole: the fall of the curtains / folded on the desktop / and the constant / wondering of airliners
sky wormhole: 1996 dream
time wormhole: :just wondering …
trees wormhole: dream 040198 / Eglinton Hill
windows wormhole: open window