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Tag Archives: settling

getting fat in me old age

29 Wednesday Aug 2018

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2018, 6*, ageing, bowl, growth, identity, settling, sitting, stillness

                getting fat in me old age

                if I sit still long enough
                or even for a bit, there is a

                wide and open bowl, or even
                just a dish with the slightest

                rim that contains everything
                I need as long as I don’t move:

                meet mark redford, same as the
                old one, but somehow wider

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

identity wormhole: THE DESOLATE FIELD by William Carlos Williams
settling wormhole: amid
sitting wormhole: scintillating to mind’s content
stillness wormhole: cross-section

 

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amid

15 Wednesday Nov 2017

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2014, 5*, being, breathing, circular poem, coffee shop, evening, life, practice, realisation, settling, sitting, sound, time, windows, zafu

                                                      my practice
                            anyway                      my being
                 all the time                               off the cushion
I breathe it all amid                                   starts here in the
                   to come                                      coffee shop in the
  wait for settlement                                   evening by the
           I don’t need to                               window and the fug
                 to realise that                       and the foot scuffs and the
                             spoon slinks

 

 

 

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being & evening & time wormhole: good going into / that gentle night
breathing wormhole: cape and cowl
circular poem wormhole: circuitry
coffee shop & sitting wormhole: found
life wormhole: leaves
practice wormhole: tragic and archival
realisation wormhole: such such potential
settling wormhole: jump start
sound wormhole: humm
windows wormhole: glide

 

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jump start

11 Monday Sep 2017

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2014, 6*, alleys, bodies, exploration, faces, flesh, following, Gran Canaria, holiday, mind, nerve, sea, settling, sun, swimming, Sylvia Plath, thread, vista, waves, writing

                                                jump start

                sun-holiday can’t write
                                wanting to have written
                                                explore new alleyways find new vistas

                                                but the flesh
                is too blurbly and the faces too sneery
                                to settle my mind –

                                                                hanging stalks in the waves
                                                coming ashore
                                not coming ashore clinging to finger butt –

                that I cannot find a thread
and I cannot follow a nerve down to wherever it flinches
                                and tightens

                like Sylvia did in the
                                Letters for a Birthday
                                                at Yaddo

 

 

 

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faces wormhole: so pleased to see you again
holiday wormhole: forgotten anything
mind wormhole: where it has taken birth / may it not decrease …
sea wormhole: wasted –
settling wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
sun wormhole: the evening
Sylvia Plath wormhole: landscape of cloud over London / with differing depths of grey
waves wormhole: divergent // direction
writing wormhole: reating & wriding

 

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in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell

16 Tuesday May 2017

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'scape, 2013, 8*, attention, Belgium, block, breeze, circular poem, clouds, Ghent, leaf, living, looking, lost, notice, park, path, preoccupied, reaching, searching, seeing, settling, shops, sitting, trees, undergrowth, writing

 

 

 

                                              stuck
                         lost and                         for  something
            preoccupied                                  to write
             and shops                                         I am
            past trees                                             usually plagued
             as I drift                                               by clustered
  I am looking at                                 in the belly-heavy
to see everything                                         Citadel
            stopping me                                  rainclouds Park
        my subconscious                         idling                     a leaf
                                            through                                           new
                                                                              ly fell to                         for the
                                                                        the path                                    constant search
                                                                 the breeze                                           reach for the
                                                     worries the top                                                 more to
                                                          of the trees                                                     deal with
                                                          constantly                                                       more to
                                                          but lets the                                                     they have
                                                        undergrowth                                                  it seems
                                                              settle itself                                             when they reach                                
                                                               comfortably                                      it’s only
                                                                         into its seat                         unnoticed
                                                                                                 alert and

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

attention & looking wormhole: Day Out
breeze & clouds & seeing wormhole: weight
circular poem & sitting wormhole: wakeoutofadream
living wormhole: nothing significant
park & path wormhole: the bench
searching wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
settling wormhole: six paramitas
shops wormhole: time travel
trees wormhole: within
writing wormhole: Virginia

 

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six paramitas

12 Sunday Mar 2017

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2017, 6*, adjustment, aspiring Bodhichitta, being, doing, eyebrow, feet, giving, identity, joy, Mahayana, morality, patience, sand, seeing, settling, shoulders, sitting, skin, smile, talking to myself, the Six Perfections, true nature, wisdom

six paramitas

give, Mark, like you are peeling and cutting off the
scaley skin that cloys around you obscuring your

pure light; be cool, Mark, shelter from the spikes and
eyes of provocation, the winning curl of enticement;

endure, Mark, and face the walls with due measure
and renewed adjustment across a noble brow; nurture,

Mark, a modest smirk: you have the time to do this
all even when busy; return, Mark, to a settled release,

hung from the point between your shoulders like a
perfect coat-hanger; be, Mark, the eye wide shut,

that sees the further shore is in the very sand you
squelch between your feet, sinking lower into pudding

 

these emerged from the section of Gems of Dharma, Jewels of Freedom by Je Gampopa introducing the Six Perfections: delving into etymology reveals facets and perspectives like walking around a display case at a museum and really having a good look at something fascinating; and then I thought, c’mon, Mark, `about time you started standing on your own two feet; so, I sat down to do so

 

 

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being wormhole: singsong chant
doing & 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
feet wormhole: sleep now
giving wormhole: my seat // now
identity & talking to myself wormhole: holiday
settling wormhole: moment
sitting wormhole: the bench
smile wormhole: Open – All – Ours

 

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moment

29 Thursday Sep 2016

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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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and smile / like a bud

31 Wednesday Aug 2016

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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?

 

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no point

28 Thursday Jan 2016

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2013, anatta, being, doing, identity, letting go, meaning, non-doing, pointlessness, reaching, settling, superhero, writing

 

 

 

                     there is no point to seize
                wispy and evanescent no matter
                     how slight and deft
                         I reach

                     there is no point to make
                tensile and unassailable no matter
                     how muscular and ever
                         I hold on

                     even if I define myself
                inscrutable or heroic by them I was
                     never there to match
                         their word

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being wormhole: library windows
doing wormhole: when / ever
identity & meaning & superhero wormhole: poessay X: soul love
letting go wormhole: because
pointlessness wormhole: New York Movie, 1939
settling wormhole: ‘filtered coffee …’
writing wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915

 

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‘filtered coffee …’

05 Thursday Nov 2015

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2015, balcony, coffee, Gran Canaria, haiku, holiday, settling

 

 

 

                                  filtered coffee in
                           a tin jug and only a
                               small cup to drink from

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

coffee wormhole: the peculiar continuum of trains
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘passing overhead …’
holiday wormhole: our life
settling wormhole: sooner or later

 

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sooner or later

01 Sunday Nov 2015

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2014, acceptance, air, being, emergence, grass, grey, horizon, horizontal, patience, settling, sitting, submergence, sun, time, water, wind

 

 

 

                                              if I settle
                                I can look slightly upward
                                at the grasses and canes
                                              that grow from the water straight up
                                most then bend to the right folded
                                              at a certain height
                                              to point
                                a rough right angle away somewhat horizontal
                                              some bend to the left both on the right and
                                                              on the left
                                                              in the air
                                                              in the wind
                                              sometimes
                                              there is a swell
                                occasionally a squall a ball
                                                              of air that
                                              fulminates
                                and if I’m quick
                I can avoid the spume and spatter by submerging
                                              just a little more
                                and watch the amniotic greys swirl
                                                              in all their relief because
                                                              I
                                              know
                                the sun will emerge
                                                              sooner or later

 

 

 

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acceptance & being & time wormhole: offer the victory and accept the defeat
air wormhole: ‘passing overhead …’
emergence wormhole: 1963
grey wormhole: gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?
horizon wormhole: New York Movie, 1939
settling wormhole: exactly equal
sitting wormhole: sit
sun wormhole: Western Motel, 1957
water wormhole: I do
wind wormhole: the continental stride of trains

 

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