Simon Heathcote

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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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You took an idea &
sowed it across a blighted field.
Could they comprehend
the ground itself was poisoned?
Most were clueless.
So few in fact you knew
you could rely on ignorance —
how man so easily turns on his fellow.
The sower simply put
more seeds down
to generate divison
hid reality underground
deep where humans rarely look —…

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There is a path most follow
to enhance themselves at the
expense of others.
Oh! subtlest of traps —
I gave up ‘success’ for freedom
to travel only by tide
abandoning both artifice & inflation.
Few know me.
I live beyond the hour
demands of time or others.
This is the sole freedom —
to know even the…

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Amid the noise
of the world
I move into quiet.

I fought for long
enough — now’s time
to go beyond

to where a bell tolls
somewhere in the
Heavens — soundless
& approving.

In the final event
even the cry
of righteousness
has no home.

Two portals exist
side by side —
Stillness and his
brother, Silence.

Who can understand
these twins mind
& world can never
know?

Copyright Simon Heathcote

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Words are forming slowly
yet tumble quickly from her mouth.
I remember being two myself.

How was it I understood all
they were saying
but could never make myself heard?

Each scene was bewilderment —
every stanza failed.
I recall the outrage even now.

To sit at the window alone…

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‘A nightingale falls in love with the rose.
The whole love affair begins with just
one look from God.’
Yunus Emre

Oh! Sufferer of the love dream
Do you not know that Venus &
Neptune conspired to seduce
& render your search obsolete?
For years, I chased both goddess
& dream until the clouds cleared
&…

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Simon Heathcote

Simon Heathcote

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