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…

My national service is solitude — I recommend long marches in regular doses. Ask the guru how he lives so long. Stay away from people, he said. But I already knew — as I know this path is not for all. Let others shape the world & party hard my work happens in the meadow away from the hullabaloo &…

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…

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…

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…

Where were wings when you were young & demanding to fly under your own steam ? How dare this body be grounded flight limited to imagination? You raged in disbelief set off to market with your mum a Superman caped & protected from the sad realities of this earthen rock —…