What to summon?
Which number?
The right number?
Is it 911?
Or some other
Choice number
Freud engineered
to impress mind
to thought
Or action.
Decision
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Category Archives: Truth
Truths
Truths
I hope to have
written some truths.
Lies are so easy.
To pen
To be able
To record some truths
in the future !
That is difficult;
Lies are so obvious,
Not always cheap.
Easy, convenient,
Unexamined conclusions
Of the times.
Truths are not always so obvious.
Some take years
To ascertain
In the dark.
That’s why the best poets
Age, get so old,
With deep lines
in their foreheads,
or die so very young.
Some truths are never
to be,
cannot be,
known;
And only are present
in vague outlines,
In muted colours
Of the partly blind;
Only lightly,
Randomly,
Occasionally,
touched on.
Boatman’s Comtemplation
The boatman sits
In the bright sun
Wearing a tall black hat.
Crouched over
He plays
His stringed oar mandolin.
He stands,
stretching his thin
White clothed frame.
Smoothing a greying beard,
And taking off his hat,
Reverently
He contemplates both
Grace and the grave,
And all the islands,
And the shores across the way.
Then he deftly sits again
to play,
The new melodic moments
Eternal
In the day.
Leave Me
Who has said to death,
Go and leave me
For a season.
Let me rest easy.
You are a shirt
Blue and white
Or black
That will go
to Goodwill;
You are
wrinkled papers
and other things
Folded waiting
in the pockets
of time;
And we must make a
New start in
This latter time,
We must have the patience,
And be willing to say :
Leave me for
a season,
As a coursing
Resolute
Heart,
fresh in new thought.
The Boatman Ages
The boatman’s black hair
has grown long
And his beard a peppered grey
His body has grown thin and older
But he still plays
His oar turned mandolin
and keeps his many golden secrets
as he sits and moves across the
shore.
Hemingway Mimes
Hemingway
In a toque and white
Beard
Doing pantomimes
In the air, looking up
And smiling;
He’s gone beyond
Even the simplest
Of words …
To meaning,
On Mother’s day
The Look
I have seen that
Potent look
On faces
So much like a nod;
It is a look
Of immediacy
And relief.
It says :
I have called out ;
You have taken time
and are present and
I am
Reassured.
Transformations
Back to the Secret Beach
In celebration of the end of this year and and the beginning of the New I took a short journey to
A secret beach
1/
On the path to
The secret beach
is a sun dial memorial
With an Inscription
that reads:
Time flies
Suns rise
And shadows fall
Let it pass by;
Love reigns
Forever over all.
It is Anonymous.
2/
Over the bridge
of still waters
the fountains
Have now ceased
And the mallards
Sit meditative
on mirrored water
Among reeds
And yellow
floating leaves.
And the waters of
Reconciliation
Lapping,
With their voices, all
Come out to meet me
3/
Pebbles
and coloured
Stones mixed
with driftwood and debris,
the remnants of a multicoloured Life,
Grey now,
greet me as
tenant stands,
crosses
Self by the sea,
That leads
to the portals
Of a blue infinity.
Listen to the Silence
I cannot tell you what to say I cannot tell you what to do tomorrow or today. I can only ask you to be silent
to listen to the voice,
and to what it has to say.
There is a darkness that no soul can imagine, the blackness of the soul not talking to itself or to its source
so let’s just listen.
PWChaltas 