My stories curl around these trees
These house fronts
Ghosts that haunt and twist the bright daylight of this old town
Into shadows and memory
And there, not here
Do I dwell
Do I dwell
30 Mar 2018 Leave a comment
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Biggest Fish
07 Dec 2016 1 Comment
in Poems Tags: Identity, memory, Philosophy, Poetry, writing, Zen
Life streams by
Water through the net
The few fish caught make us who we are
A pale distorted image
Of our own history
Easily lost in the eddies and swirls of living
While the biggest fish swims free
Memory
19 Jul 2013 2 Comments
in Poems Tags: ego, inspiration, memory, Philosophy, Poetry, unconscious, Zen, Zen Mirror
We know we are in peril
Behind the short span of light
Beyond the passing of memory
Making us less than we were
Fades to Grey
13 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
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Thought – a regurgitated memory,
Repeated again and again,
An image blinding eyes that would see clearly,
If not for this litany of comparisons,
This life escaped from,
Pain fled and pleasure sought,
Till all fades to grey.
Being Human
29 Jun 2011 40 Comments
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These cliffs of wind borne memory,
Do carry me back to you now –
The warmth of your thighs
Keeps winter at bay,
Out there where frigid white-tips,
Scull a course remote
From fire’s warm light,
Where passion’s yearning
Keeps us human still
The Maelstrom
06 Apr 2011 6 Comments
in Poems, Zen Thoughts Tags: inspiration, life, memory, Philosophy, Poetry, spirituality, Thought, writing, Zen
My feet tread
an unfamiliar life,
My own is changing
A flow I don’t wish to stop,
Yet I look back and shed a tear
Now and again,
I’m only human
and no-one told me it had to be this way:
Always forward nothing left behind,
But the memory in the now,
Always in the now.
You could have fooled me though,
Have I not lived a thousand lives before?
A thousand still to go down-stream,
Somewhere in the maelstrom,
I hope I’ll be fine.
Heartstring Towns
17 Mar 2011 Leave a comment
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