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The day is narrow & the street is clean.
I have divested myself of personas
& speak only to the sun.

That’s what awareness means —
to swivel & leave all objects
resting on the fringes, quite at ease.

Pay attention to the one thing
until after many moons & the
ready…

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Flesh ends in wounding
so go beyond
the body
outside the scourging dream.
‘I Am’ came first
but never looks you
in the eye. A witness
must be found to remove
both blindfold & spin.
We look for ourselves
where we are not.
Go back to inner vision
then take a step further.
Get to know presence
the I Am
first concept that
births both God…

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Slender morning, rushed
she opens on the day
like the Mayflower
leaving port.
I like a good funnel
a struggle through
the birth canal
long team walks
to the stadium
(ball in hand)
the little gladiatorial
box in Spartacus
where Kirk Douglas
makes his stand.
Each opens to a vista
vision & expanse
an escape from
claustrophobia &
its breathless prison.
To some, it is like
childhood & marriage —
the hope one will
heal the pain of
the other. But wait a minute.
Step back & ponder — it’s
a question of how much
trouble you want.

Copyright Simon Heathcote

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The other poet —
the one over there
sitting on my table —
is to help me get going
rev my engine
against his kerb.
In truth, we do nothing
alone, consciousness
always depends on
something else.
Today, it is Heaney
Lorde & Rilke —
tomorrow who knows…
I don’t consider
this failure for
only awareness
stands alone…

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Simon Heathcote

Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com