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 —…